Arinae looked over at Rowen with an approving smile. "For someone who just ran away into the wild with no experiance, you handled yourself well, young lady... if you'll excuse me, I must give chase, or it'll soon return. Stay here..." With that, Arinae leapt on her horse and spurred the Rohan steed onward after the warg, sword sheathed but bow drawn, as she nocked an arrow upon the string.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Summing everything up. This RP needs a bit of a push.

And thus Arinae killed the warg. It took many an arrow to bring it down, but succeed she did at last. After the attack, the threesom settled down by the fire once again, Rowen more shocked than ever before. Peace came upon them at last, however, and even though the only sound heard was the whisper of trees, Arinae kept half an eye open. They were back on the road the following day, tracking what they thought to be Radiel's and an Elf's footprints.
As the sun of morning rose, the four travellers - Radiel, Airain, Rinkemen and Amoniel finally came upon a sight of which Radiel promised herself never to forget. It had now been seven days since Radiel had left Minas Tirith, but she now sat her gaze upon the great and beautiful city of the Rohirric King. A mile of golden grass to pass now lay before the feet of the four riders before they could enter Edoras.
The wagon with Dwarves, and the Elf of companion of course, had arrived a day before the four. They had all been weary of travel, but glad to see new sightings. As Borum saw his friend, Rinkemen enter, he greeted him with a smile; as did Rinkemen. Radiel, however, couldn't believe what her eyes showed to her. A new city, new people, a whole new Kingdom; and she was in it.

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(O.O *wonders how Mire knew Arinae so well* ..... creepy dudette... )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Alright guys. I'll be gone this week -- back on saturday. Whether if you want to continue on with the RPG while I'm gone, or not, is your choice. Just remember one thing: Stick to the rules and keep up with the timeline! Malrid, being the only one, may powerplay Radiel if he wants to.

Take care all.

Mire.

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ok, bye Mire!


Amoniel saw the look of amazement on Radiel's face and smiled.

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Rinkemen dismounted and greeted a nearby guard. He showed his the letter with the seal of Aragorn and the guard nodded and took their horses to the stabels.
"Radiel, stick with me, we are going to see Eomer."
Rinkemen began to lead them toward the Golden Hall.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Radiel's eyes lit up, just like the stars of Varda. She grinned and dismounted. She had become rather fond of the horse, but knowing she had not seen the last of the mare, she spoke a few quiet words to Eruanna and then left to keep up with Rinkemen.
"We're going to see the king?" She repeated, smiling, even though the question was not intended to sound as such.

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Rinkemen nodded then looked back to the others and stopped.
"I'm sorry my friends, but I think you shall have to wait here until my business is over with the king. As the message is delivered i am sure I will tell you."
He continued back up the steps and then upon reaching the top the doors were flung open. A guard met him and looked at the old man in front of him with an excitable young girl. He grunted.
"You're here to see the king?"
Rinkemen nodded.
"And her?"
Rinkemen glanced at Radiel then looked back to rough looking guard.
"An aprentice. She comes with me."
The guard looked at her and nodded.
"Alright follow me."
The guard lead them to the king.

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Radiel frowned at guard slightly as he led them inside. They were met by an elderly man, sitting upon his throne at the end of the Hall. Perhaps about as old as Rinkemen, Radiel thought. In deafening silence, the three approached the king with haste.

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Borum followed wuickly after them and looked at the guard whom tried to block his path, Borum pushed the man aside with his hand.

"I am with them"

Borum said and took quick steps to gain on Rinkemen.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

The guard bowed to the king then stood so he could face both the king and Rinkemen.
"My lord, Rinkemen from Gondor."
Rinkemen bowed before him and the king nodded to him. Rinkemen reached inside his coat and showed Eomer the rolled letter with the seal of Aragorn.
"This letter my lord was sent to me about eight days ago. Inside my king Aragorn told me to go to Rohan and deliver a message. The task seemed simpled enough but the message caught my eye."
He paused and looked at the king sterenly.
"My lord, as you know after the war of the ring you and Lord Aragorn made peace with the people of Harad."
Eomer waved his hand and dismissed it.
"Yes yes I know, get to the point."
Rinkemen sighed.
"My lord please."
Eomer sighed and grunted to let him continue. Rinkemen nodded in thanks.
"As I was saying you made peace with them but there have always been the odd small village who resist your authority in the area. This is normal and they have caused very little touble for you. But..."
He put the letter away and took a step closer to the king.
"There have been reports of a new evil."
Eomer leaned forward, somewhat interested. Aragorn would not send a messenger for no real important reason.
"Scouts on the southern border of Gondor have repoted some disturbing sights. It seems the Armies of Harad have regrouped and are slowly advancing north through Gondor, killing and pillaging."
Eomer nodded.
"So Aragorn wants my aid again? Well he shall have it, I have been wanting a good fight for a while."
He smiled and was about to stand when Rinkemen raised a hand, signaly he had not finished.
"My Lord it is not as simple as that."
Eomer raised a brow and sat back into his throne.
"Our scouts reported that the Haradrim were being lead under a banner we thought long gone, a banner we didn't want to see and did not expect to see."
Rinkemen leaned forward even closer to the king.
"My lord they carried the banner of the Eye!"

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Radiel's jaw dropped in shock as the evil Rinkemen spoke of was mentioned. She had of course heard of the perilious time, when the Ring of Power and its master were close to destroying the world of Middle-earth. Rash and foolish as she was, she interrupted: "But Sauron was destroyed! So was the Ring!"

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Eomer and all his subjects in the hall gasped at the mention of the eye. Men began shouting and Eomer raised his hand to quiet them. Radiel spoke when they all quietened and Eomer nodded.
"Indeed, he was destroyed, I was at the Black Gate."
Rinkemen nodded.
"As was I my lord, I saw him fall and his subjects flee. My King Aragorn is investigating whether the dark lord has returned or if a pretender is using his name, but he has sugested that we asume that someone is using his name, but it is still unclear."
Eomer nodded and felt taken back by the news.
"But my Lord the threat still remains. Aragorn does need your council and aid. He requests your presence in Minas Tirith."

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Borum muttered something in his beard.

"And what about the easterlings?"

Borun asked to Rinkemen with a whisper.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Rinkemen glanced at his dwarven friend. He didn't realise he was in here.
"They have been quiet for some time now. Gondor scouts are keeping an eye on them. I shouldn't worry about them our main concern is with the south."
Eomer was discussing with a councilor when he noticed the dwarf and Rinkemen talking.
"You have anything more to add Rinkemen?"
Rinkemen shook his head.
"Well I have made my choice. Rohan shall come to Gondor's aid again. We shall ride to Minas Tirith in a few days. Until then you and your companions may rest here in Edoras."
Rinkemen nodded his head in thanks to Eomer and a guard showed the three outside.

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Airain, of course, had not listened to Rinkemen when he told them to wait outside. She wasn't one to be told what to do, she knew Eomer and she known many of the kings before him. As she listened on in silence to Rinkemen and Eomer talking to one another, she, like all the others in the hall, soon found out the news that Rinkemen had been sent to deliver. It did not shock Airain so much, there would always be a new power rising. However, she did not believe that Sauron had returned.

Once they were finished talking Airain turned and left the hall. She went down the stone steps until she felt the ground beneath her feet and she went back towards the horses where Amoniel was standing.

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