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Post by Aeriel Kenobi on Aug 30, 2004 15:15:24 GMT -5
Aeriel ran breathlessly through the trees trying to escape the orcs. She had been walking among the trees, when an army appeared from Dol Goldur. They were gaining on her slowly, and she was almost out of strength. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her in the side, and she looked down and saw an arrow. She stumbled on a little, but was grabbed suddenly by the foot. She screamed as loud as she could, and another arrow struck her in the shoulder. She yelled for help one last time, and darkness took her...
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Post by Lalaith on Sept 5, 2004 13:00:55 GMT -5
Lalaith was walking through the forest when she felt a sense od danger. Quickly she ran in the direction of a scream that followed her sense. She saw orcs attacking someone, so she drew out her sword and ran at them. She slashed one orc's head straight off before it even had a chance to shriek. Then she stuck her sword in the belly of another and quickly drew it out and slashed another. She fought the orcs and killed the group. She knelt down and began taking out her healing silver leaves from her pocket and placing them on the wounded girl's wounds. She carefully took out the arrows and placed the leaves over the wounds. She went on tending her, but tried to do it quickly for she sensed more orcs coming.
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Post by Chrysophylax on Sept 5, 2004 16:08:22 GMT -5
Hearing a scream upon her right Calenedhel dashed to see what was going on, a sudden fear commanding her every move instead of her mind. She followed the direction of the scream until she came to an elf knealing down besides another.
'Oh my goodness,' she said, suddenly. 'What happened? Is she injured? How bad is she? Can you treat it?'
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Post by Idhraen on Sept 5, 2004 20:31:35 GMT -5
Unseen by the three staying there, a sentinel laid hidden in the treetops, concealed in the splaying eaves of a nearby tree. He watched carefully, noting the other elf's condition and her two rescuers, along with remnants of the Orc host. "Yrch!" he whispered under his breath, his clear voice ringing like bells and his shining eyes betraying that he was indeed of the elf kindred. His golden hair was concealed under his hood, which was in turn fitted above his green and brown garments. His strong hands held a grey-fletched arrow to the notch of a strong bow of ash-wood, curiously carved with strange symbols and intertwining runes. The nocked arrow was firmly held away from his cheek, and his deep brown eyes surveyed the scene, hesitantly. The desire to shoot, to kill, rose up inside him, but he consciously checked it, waiting for the perfect time. He must not waste his arrows, nor wantonly kill, disgusting as the Orcs were. Was it worth it revealing himself to kill a few of the enemy? Dare he risk the fight, or should he take it safe and stay hidden, letting them pass? Pondering the issue, his mind moved quickly, but soon enough his morals and emotions rose unchecked within him. His fingers twitched and his hand sprang back as an arrow swiftly sped downward, embedding itself in the neck of an Orc. There. It was done. He whistled sharply, pulling on leather gloves and calmly tying a rope of hithlain to a branch extending from the trunk, grasping onto it firmly and swinging out, letting himself fall in little spurts and coming down in the perfect position... yet his horse had not come. What was wrong? His feet landed on the soft ground, and he pulled the rope sharply so that it fell down when he called. Abandoning caution for recklessness, he ran briskly to to where the oncoming Orcs were heading, pulling a long sword from its sheath and stopped over a tree leaning down from an overhanging shelf. Breathing quietly, he set down his bow in the upward branches of the tree, keeping his quiver rooted in its position on his back and holding his sword firmly with two hands. He would have to come back for it later, and then keep it with all his other possessions in the saddlebags of his swift steed, like his knifes and gilded harp. Readying himself, he moved his leg cautiously, then swung himself with his left hand over the hanging tree fiercely, crying "Thranduil!" as he fell onto three great Orcs who had been scouting the ground under him, sheathing his sword in the neck of one burly Orc, and taking the head off the other one with a rapid swipe of cold metal. The other one proved more difficult. Flexing his muscles and switching his sword to his weaker hand, Idhraen's eyes narrowed as he twirled the sword in fancy circles, taunting the iron-shod Orc. It waited cautiously, circling and snarling though not giving in to his play. The elf feinted right and moved left with a stroke meant for its eyes, but it met the Orc's curved scimitar instead. Pressing against each other, they involuntarily met each others eyes. Idhraen found he could not stop staring. Amid the disgusting visage and cruel blood-stained teeth, there still existed something....something 'elven' in the Orc's eyes. His pointed ears only augmented the feature, lending an additional familiarity so the elf felt he could relate, as if this newly-found stranger was his cousin or friend. Both stopped and brought their faces closer together, nor struggling or fighting but examining the other. "Are those my hands? Could I look like that?" each asked in his mind. Then, slowly, both backed away and stood a few paces apart. Their weapons did not come up. The Orc gave a short bow, and Idhraen noted a strange, foul rune branded upon its cheek and the fact that it only had nine fingers. Neither checked the other, but stood there. Idhraen could not check his disgust for the Orc or the fact that he found him repulsive, but now felt a shared kinship between the two, a connection of some sort. Meeting Idhraen's eyes again, the Orc brought the faint reminiscene of a smile to its lips and gazed warmly, then turning around and running off. Idhraen made no attempt to stop him, but stood uneasy, battling with himself. How could he feel this way? What was wrong with him? A black arrow shooting by his cheek brought him out of his thoughts, and his golden hair twirled sharply as he brought his head up to see the strange Orc from a distance, waving his filthy arm in a farewell and pointing to where the injured elf-maid laid. "Le hannon... mellon nín" the Elf whispered under his breath. The Orc was a good shot with his yew bow, and the elf knew he had deliberately missed. Idhraen turned heel and recovered his bow, then making way for where the elf-maid lay wounded. What state was she in? Idhraen's thoughts raced as his light feet carried him closer and closer.
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Post by Chrysophylax on Sept 6, 2004 3:45:06 GMT -5
As Lalaith kneeled beside Aeriel tending to her wounds Calenedhel looked around, hoping that no more orcs would appear. She glanced in all directions, constantly flicking her head from side to side. She was just about to run to find more help when she saw something approaching. Fear held her tight to the spot where she stood. 'Orcs?' She asked in her mind. She placed her hand upon the hilt of her sword, loosening it in the sheath and ready to attack at any moment, when alas! she realised that it was no Orc, but an elf who she had not met before.
'Who are you?' She asked, suspiciously.
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Post by Zeth Skywalker aka Elenanna on Sept 6, 2004 6:49:15 GMT -5
(mind if i join?)
Elenanna walked among the trees. She heard a snap of a branch and notched an arrow, aiming at what had made the noise. It was an orc. The silver haired, silver eyed elf released her arrow and it hit true to her aim. The orc fell, dead, and she watched the lands more.
Her nephew, Prince Legolas Thranduillion of Mirkwood, was most likely looking for her. She groaned as she sensed more orcs and jumped into the trees. The Evil that came from Dol Gudior (sp?) wanted her because of what she could control. She has the same abilites as her mother, Lady Galadriel, only weaker, and she also had telekiness, a rare gift among elves. She looked behind her as she ran. Big mistake.
She tripped on a branch then fell off the tree, landing on the ground. Her left arm and ankle broke.
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Post by Chrysophylax on Sept 6, 2004 11:02:58 GMT -5
Calenedhel held the gaze of the elf that had approached them for a long time, waiting for an answer. She was furious, but she did not know why. A sudden anger had come over her like a black cloud. Was it the memories of long ago, comming back to her at these moments in this situation?
She focused all of her anger on the elf, standing there, when suddenly her thought was disrupted by the sound of someone in the woods. It sounded like someone had fallen...
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Post by Lalaith on Sept 8, 2004 22:03:08 GMT -5
Lalaith was about to speak to the ones who had just come when suddenly she heard someone behind her. She looked behind her...
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Post by Lady Isteleth on Sept 12, 2004 9:30:41 GMT -5
(my character's name is Isteleth)
As i was walking through the tree's i heard something or someone scream then i heard someone start running and trip i whisteld to and my horse Sirith came out of the tree's i galloped on with my bow and arrow's ready to where i heard the noises.
As i reached the place i saw someone lying on the floor as i got nearer i saw it was a woman a elf she looked as though she had broken her ankle or something like that i jumped down from sirith and went up to her to see if she was allright.
"are you alright"
i went back to me horse and took out an ointment and rubbed it onto her ankle and her left arm they healed straight away and were no longer broken.
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Post by Chrysophylax on Sept 12, 2004 10:48:06 GMT -5
Calenedhel watched amazed as the elf healed Aerial. She had never seen anything like it and nearly choked as she opened her mouth to speak.
'How did you... erm... I mean... How did you do that?' She asked, half suspicious, half awe-struck.
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Post by Elanor on Sept 12, 2004 11:54:11 GMT -5
(is it OK if I join in?)
Keindra had watched in horror as several orcs had ran past chasing someone. She wondered if the person was an elf. Once the forest seemed quite again she clambered out of her hiding place feeling angry with herself. How would she ever become a sheildmaiden if at the first sign of danger she ran away and hid like a frightened child?
Her head jerked round suddenly as she heard voices from deeper in the forest. Gathering up her courage she followed the sounds until she came up to a clearing. She looked out from behind a tree and saw a group of people there, some of whom had to be elves.
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Post by Lady Isteleth on Sept 12, 2004 12:11:25 GMT -5
I looked up at the elf that had spooken to me
"it's an ointment i have made it contains the light of Erandil and many other things that are good for healing, i have many other kinds of ointments"
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Post by Lalaith on Sept 12, 2004 13:28:21 GMT -5
"You have helped her greatly.Now come, we should all help move her out from here, more orcs are coming!" said Lalaith. "we must help her!"
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Post by Chrysophylax on Sept 12, 2004 13:46:14 GMT -5
'You're right,' Said Calenedhel, 'but where to?'
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Post by Lady Isteleth on Sept 13, 2004 12:31:30 GMT -5
"My horse is just there i can ride her back to safety if you want it might be a help but i don't know where though but i would also like to fight"
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