Borum smiled.

"Heh... at least we dwarwes have respect for our elders, but I guess that is because we live in one community and we aren`t spread out as you humans are... "

Borum blew smoke in the air.

"Now that we are speaking of buildings and elders... have you ever been to Helm`s deep?"

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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!

He shook his head.
"I have read about it in many books, especialy the great battle fought there a while ago. I would like to see it though but if i did it would be hard for me to go alone."
He smiled and took another puff on his pipe.
"I guess you have?"

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"Just once Rinkemen... just once... but then I didn`t have time to visit the caves that I have heard of... that is one reason to go to Rohan for me expect trade, but I`ve been in the fortress yes...sometimes it seems funny that the Rohirrim have a castle as you would think that the are at their best fighting on a field on their horses, but I think we both know that is not true..."

Borum quickened the pace of the horse by whipping the leashes slightly.

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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!

(hi, I'm new on the rpg)
Rhavaniel gently urged her horse on, she was anxios to reach her inteded goal as soon as possible. It had been a tireing day, full of unexpected encounters and oferings. Yet her mind was fixed and had long been, ever since that fatefull day in Minas Tirith, where her friend had been caught. Oh, how she regreted ever joing that silly group. Soon she started to dream while riding, dreaming of her past, the black gates and history. After a good hour, she was awake again, the sound of voices roused her intresed. Dwarf she guessed and man. Maybe they would not mind my company for a little... she reared her horse round, and set of in the direction. They drew closer, she smiled.Quickly she spoke, a hint of sarcasam in her voice "Mae Govannen. I greet you young ones."

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Borum instantly bursted into a deep and heartful laughter after he had gotten his pipe out of his mouth, he told what it to his cousin who joined him with a slight smile. Borum put his pipe back and blew a smoke could in the air.

"well goodday to you stranger, where are you gong? This caravan is headed for Rohan as we speak and we are coming from Minas Tirith as you can see..."

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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!

Rhavaniel gave the dwarf a friendly smile. "Our ways lie together then. My name is Rhavaniel, may I be as bold as to inquire your to names?" she winked at the older looking man "Yours maybe father. What is your name? And why are you travelling to Rohan, with these dwarfs?"

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Rinkemen smiled and nodded to her.
"Hello."
He leaned back.
"My name is Rinkemen and I travel with these fine dwarves to Rohan on matters of business."
He took a long breath on his pipe.
"And what is your reason?"

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Again she smiled. "Ah, I'm affraid to say that I commited a crime in Minas Tirith, and now it has coaght up with me." Rhavaniel gestured with her hand"Not that I do not repent it. So, I go to Rohan, where I have a few friends. My father was known to the king at one point. May I ride with you, it is lonely on my own. As you can see, I come to dwarves!" she chuckeled to her self and swept her hair behind her ear.

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Borum smiled.

"If your coming to dwarwes then I think your going to have a beard soon!"

Borum laughed slightly and nodded smiling.

"Very well then... let us continue the trip! the more there are together then more dangerous we look and less likely a suitable target for an attack..."

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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!

"Well said Master Dwarf. Let us proceede." gently she urged her horse into a light trot, and looked about. "You travell with your kin dwarf? Pardon, I didnt catch youre name.." Rhavaniel smirked "Or perhaps it got caught in youre beard...?"

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Borum smiled.

"Borum of the bronzefist clan from Erebor, but last I say this.. at least I have a beard"

Borum checkled to himself for awhile and the caravan began to procceed onwards.

"Have you visited Helm`s Deep?"

Borum turned to Rhavaniel.

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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!

"I was there a long time ago. Im sure it has changed a lot though."
Again Rhavanioels eyes clouded over as she fel into uneasy thought

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((OOC: have you read the books, there were no elves at helms deep))

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

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OOC: My apology, I've been a bit absent these past few days./OOC

Radiel's eyes glittered with amazement. She loved those kinds of stories, even though it reminded her of her yearning to escape her routines. The yearning to get away. As she opened her mouth, ready to speak, she heard a call. "Radiel!" Radiel turned to the sound, then back to the two. "Mother is calling. Thank you for the story, Alyan; you must love the travelling and independence." "Radiel!" she heard her mother call again. She gave Rowen and Liran a smile. "I'll see you later." she said and ran off.

Her mother was working as a seamstress, which mostly took place in their house. However, of course, it did happen that she also had to go to her customer's home for different reasons. This was now such a case.

Radiel met with her mother, whom was on her way to the third level. "Finally," Calera said as she saw her daughter. "I'm going to Seidieth's house for measurement. I need you to go home and stay with your siblings. I do not like them being alone at this time of the year. Too many foreigners." Radiel nodded and took off.

Radiel found her siblings playing outside the house and did not worry as long as they stayed there. As she entered the house, she came upon a note. It said:

Calera,

Duty has been called upon me and I must travel to Rohan. I can therefore not teach Radiel for a while.

Rinkemen.

Radiel read the note again and suddenly it hit her. This was her chance for adventure. She did not consider it much. She went down to a kind of a basement, removed a rock, and took forth a small leatherbag. She checked content, then hid it away. She went back up, packed plenty of food and extra clothes(in a little bag, however), and wrote a note for her family. She went out and trusted this to her brother. "Raliar," she said. "Give this to mother when she return. I have to leave for a little while. Look after Ceiveth and Chede. All right?" Raliar nodded. "Where are you going?" he asked. Radiel smiled. "That's of no matter. I will see you again soon enough."

With that she left her home, meeting once again with her friend, Rowen. She smiled. "Let's leave Minas Tirith. Let us go on adventure."

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^/^^ Thanks to tulk.

((OOC: Yeah, sorry I wasnt sure what to put, so i took it from the film. Bo))
"What is youre buisnes? Do you sell, pipeweed?" grinning she pointed at Borums pipe

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Borum smiled at her words, but had a slight anger in his eyes as he looked at her.

"No... hobbits sell pipeweed more than dwarwes... we are selling our works, armors, swords and everything you need from combat to everyday living in the form of metal... you aren`t a thief are you? Because if A thief would try to touch my clans property I would crush his or hers hand for trying to steal with it..."

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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!