Deawen jumped up when she saw Turwaithion. she forget the formal greeting when she heard the tidings. she nodded silently and made her horse get up to it's feet with soft words. " wake up sleepy" she whispered into the great palomino's ears. She swung up into the saddle with a worried look.

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I'd love to join, here's my bio

Name: Arwen Goldleaf
Age: 100 years old
Race: Woodland Elf
Height: 5"4
Appearance: Long pale blonde hair, green eyes and flawless white skin. Tall and slim, usually wears green and blue.
Attitude: Determined, confident, loyal.
Weapons: White longbow with a quiver of white arrows and a slim Elven sword.
History: A woodland elf, she lives alone as a guard to the boarders of Doriath.

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Welcome ~Goldleaf~.

Anira was about to give Deawen a wry, playful comment in turn but her attention was immediately diverted by Turwaithion's arrival. "Mae Govannen, Turwaithion." she replied. "I am relieved to see you are safe," she remarked referring the skirmish Noldorin Elf was in. She then glanced quickly about and nodded gravely at his words. "Then it appears that our enemy is moving even faster than was anticipated. I believe we are all here, unless we find other companions along the road. "

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Arwen moved towards the others, carrying her white longbow in her hand. She swept them a graceful bow. "Mae govannen," she said. "I have come to join you."

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OOC: Sorry I haven't been posting frequently. VERY busy week.

Turwaithion nodded at the newest arrival

"Mae govannen, milady." he said "What is your name?"

"Arwen Goldleaf," she replied. "I'm a guard on the woodland boarders of Doriath." She shouldered her longbow, and smiled. "Pray, what is your name?"

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Turwaithion gave a slight bow

"I am Turwaithion, son of Findecano. Lord of the Loremasters of Feanor. Do you have a horse, milady?"

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"I can cover distances at speed on foot," she said. She smiled. "So, Turwaithion. I am pleased to make your aquaintence. I see you travel with others too." She inclined her head to them. "Now, I hear you are making your way into Beleriand?"

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"Yes. We ride for Hithlum, well, at the moment. From there, we will give our service to King Fingolfin, and dwell with the militairy until assigned elsewhere. Let us go, time is not on our side." he said, hoping into the saddle and leading the group out of Doriath, headed Northwest

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Arwen ran lightly alongside them, her cloak flickering in the breeze in shades of blue and green. The woodland elf did not appear to tire easily covering long distances; she was a guard, and her training had been thorough.

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Turwaithion observed his companions. Many were elleth, which surprised him. Not to mention one of his companions, Anira, was from Greenwood the Great. That was across the Ered Luin, and then the Misty Mountains. What had driven her this far?

Turwaithion shook the thought from his head, and rubbed Fyrn's neck. It was going to be a challenge convincing Fingolfin to hear thier words. Being a Lord of the people of Feanor was a bad sign for many, despite the atrocity that the Elf Lord had commited to Tureaithion's house.

As Arwen ran, her blonde hair streamed behind her like a banner of threaded colours; gold, silver, white. She looked straight ahead, her footsteps matching the speed of the footfalls of the horses. She looked up at her new companions with a slight smile.

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Turwaithion noticed that Goldleaf seemed to have a massive amount of speed and endurance, keeping pace with the galloping horses easily. She smiled at the group on horseback, then, the expression faded as Turwaithion signalled for the group to halt. Turwaithion took a whiff of the air; he recognixed the scent, and drew his blade just as a black arrow soared past his cheek, striking one of the elves in the chest.

"Orcs!" Turwaithion called, drawing his sword and charging forward, trampling one of the creatures and hacking down another

"Archers to the center! Form a circle!" He bellowed, stabbing another of Morgoth's creatures

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Deawen eyed the new comer with a careful eye, she wasn't mistrustful just curious. She wasn't on her guard like she should have when the arrow whized past Turwaithion. She snapped from carefree to soldier. She backed her horse without looking to see what she was doing, backed perfectly with the others. She laid her riens down on the saddle horn and drew her sword. Deawen's horse reacted as well, pinned her ears back, and snorted in warning to the orcs to think again about charging her.

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

[s]((Dearwen-battle))[/s]

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