OOC: Okay there are too many can I joins and not enough actuall story which is fine but to save on confusion this will be the can I join/ planning thread I will repost it somewhere else.... the name will be called Houses of Healing just without the planning by it and I'll leave this post here so people know what kind of story it is.


IC:
Lúthien lay in a pool of blood, guessing it was a mixture of her companion's and her enemy’s; she lay there having no clue that amongst the mixture was her own. The searing pain of the black arrow, in her left thigh, was gone as the over powering head-rush took over. She opened her red, teary eyes and looked at the piece of armor before her. She recognized the helm; she was lying on top of a dead Gondorian solider. She lifted her head, ever so slightly, to see dead bodies covering the-once rich and green-grass. For the small area her eyes would allow her too see, she held no doubt in her mind that more men lay in the mud the orcs.

'Gather the wounded, but do not risk your life to save them.' The voice stopped and the elfess listened to the fading steps. Mustering all the strength she had left, Lúthien called out. The second set of footsteps was continuing to fade. The elfess called out once more, closing her eyes, wincing from the pain. When she opened her eyes, the blurry figure of boots was all she saw then she blacked out.

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Lúthien hissed as she felt the bandage tighten around her leg. The blurry vision became clear as a woman leaned over her with a washcloth, and what looked to be the Gondorian general stood behind her placing the basin by Lúthien's side. 'Help me remove her breast-plate.' The women said. Both man and women leaned over the elf and carefully removed the piece of armor.

Lúthien yelped in pain. The plate had been fastened tightly around her and she had loss most circulation in her upper body. Breathing heavily through her gritted teeth, she spoke, 'Where- where am I?'

'You are in Minas Tirith, in the houses of healing. I shall assign one of the men to tend to your needs until you are well enough to do so yourself.' And with that the general left.

'Where is my sword? My daggers?' She tried to get up, but mid-way she fell hard onto her back, bighting her lip in pain.

'Lady Lúthien, please, your things are being taken to the armory. I am afraid to say you will no longer be fighting. Please my lady, do not sigh, I would think you would have desired such a rest.'

'How is my leg?' It was the women's turn to sigh, and the look she held on her light, doll face did not comfort the elfess.

'I'm afraid you will not be up for awhile, and once your leg regains strength, you will need a cane to help you walk.' Lúthien closed her eyes tight, hoping she was out of it, hoping it was a mistake, hoping she didn't hear those last words. The women placed down the cloth she had used to cool the elfess' head. In haste, Lúthien reached for the women’s hand. 'I am fetching you food and drink. I will not leave you my lady, not unless I am needed elsewhere.' Lúthien watched as the women walked behind her head, out of sight. She couldn't believe it, she was actually afraid. Yet not just any fear, a fear she had never held before. She was afraid to be left alone. She was taken back, down memory-lane. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling. It was the feeling of the embrace her father gave her. Hugs were comforting, but a hug from a male was different, it held its own specialty. She had not felt an embrace like that in a long time. That was what she longed for.

Lúthien shook her head violently and opened her eyes. Her pupils widened, as she was startled to see a bruised and muddied face before her. This must be the solider the general spoke of, before his departing. She thought.

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I would join, if i knew where to....sry!

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

May I join? Just tell me where
Name : Rhavaniel
Race: High Elf
Age: N/A
Gender: Female
Hair: raven black

Eyes: shimmering green
Powers: none
Weapons: A bow of the Galahdrim, and the sword of her father
Looks:
Tall with long raven hair. She has sea-green eyes and a pale complexion. Rhavaniel wears mostly green tunics and lofty white shirts, offten with a short white skirt
Pic : http://www.keirapictures.com/albums/Cap ... VD_175.jpg
Personality: Hot tempered, protective, loyal, helpfull, secretive, arrogant
Other : usually paired with Legolas
History : Unknown

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

You guys can come in whereever, You can be a healer a patient or you can be that person the guard was sending adn I can fix it to say something like, 'Well your not a man and certainly not Gondorian' or something, depending on what you put. Come in wherever and I can fix it up just right guys... just make sure you edit those posts above instead of creating new onews thanks

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lol, so it's gonna be the 3 of us again? ok, let me cum ^ w/ a bio or w/e it's called & i'll get back w/ ya!

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

no worries all good and a pleasure to work with you guys again...^_^

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Cheers!

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Ok, here's my character:

Name : Ainawen
Race: High Elf
Age: teenage…idk how old that is 4 an elf
Gender: Female
Hair: long brown & straight
Eyes: deep blue
Powers: none
Weapons: bow & arrows & 2 long sliver knives
Pic : http://arwen-undomiel.com/images/arwen/ ... yful_2.jpg
Personality: Outgoing & fun. She likes to joke & play around. she's really funny & nice. she's always getting into trouble. (also very pretty)

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

sweet, you guys can start whenever I will reply after you guys

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(Ill join..I just dont have the time to post a bio right now though)

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it's all good bio is good but not "MUST HAVE" I'm pretty relaxed on it...

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"Mae Govannen."
Rhan croaked wiping a streak of dirt away from her face and wincing as her hand touched a raw bruise on her cheek. She knew she was passing as a male but it was her only disguise nowadays. By the Gods she was glad she had gotten away- deep cuts, scrapes and hundreds of bruises littered her apperance but she had gotten away. She felt like a lead weight and just wanted to curl up and sleep but she worried if she did she would never wake again and Mandos would welcome her in his halls. She leant on the bed forcing her eyes to stay open... She had come to say something...Something important...Very important... It was gone! She searched her memory desperatly. Nothing. She gasped and tears began to fill her eyes.

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May I join? It's a good place for my charrie to come in...let me grab a link to my bio...<br>

http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtop ... 83&start=0<br>

I'm still thinking about when I can come in...Thanks!

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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okay I think what will happen is I'll restart this story so that if you are ready to write then go there if you are still deciding or want to join come here.

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*has copied and pasted lol* I'll stick with the Rp

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Whats the general outline of the plot, age, year.... im missing some basic info. I might join in if you are willing to accept me...

The bio is on: http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=3050

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.