4th Age, starting in Bree

[Gloredhel]

Ok, I feel like starting an RP thread, so whoever wants to join feel free!
Here is my bio:
Name: Thris Silveraxe
Race: Dwarf
Age: 40 (?)
Birthday: Unknown, sometime in March
Hair: Reddish-brown, thick-bearded
Eyes: Dark brown
Clothes:
Broad green sash. Leather breeches, dark leather boots. Blue shirt, and travel-stained green cloak and hood. Carries a small shield with a tan horse running under a white tree. Black background, and a silver axe above the tree, and stars wrought of mithril. Edge is green with blue and green gems studded in it.
Personality:
Often goes on travels, and is very stubborn. Very hardy, steadfast, and faithful. (I have more detail, but will not go into it yet.)
Other Appearance:
Has twin scars running parallel, one along each cheek, though they are covered by his beard unless closely looked for. Silver double-bladed axe like on the shield always hangs at his side, engraved with dwarf-runes saying Thris Silveraxe, and other runes (of protection, etc.) Cap of mithril, studded with green and blue gems.
Family: Brother Bregin, mother and father - all deceased. Also has a twin brother Thrin, whose whereabouts are unknown.
History:
Went to Moria in search of Bregin, who ran away after a spell of insanity was put on him. Found him dead, and escaped with the body after getting twin cuts in duel with an orc-champion. Buried Bregin next to his Mother and Father in the Lonely Mountain. Has been travelling ever since.

And to start off:
Thris was just passing through Bree, but it was late, and the Inn looked so welcoming.
The Innkeeper welcomed the dwarf with much beaming and asking if he would need anything. Thris wanted to join the company? That was fine! Right this way, pease...
As the fat innkeeper and the strange thick-beared dwarf entered the room, a hubbub was just breaking out between two drunks. When the innkeeper rushed off to break them up, Thris was rather relieved. Looking around, he saw what he was looking for. A small table at the back of the room with just two people at it, conversing quietly.

[Zeth Skywalker aka Elenanna]

((I'll join as my character, Elenanna Lothenedhel. you can find her bio at the charry section))

A hooded elleth walked in the inn. She sat down near the fire and looked around the room.

[Lindelwen1]

((aww man you stole MY idea..o well lol))
Lindelwen walked into the bar and asked for a rather large table in the back for a meeting with the rangers of Elrond. The bartender started rummaging through the piles of menus as she showed her to the table. Then Lindelwen saw a cloaked figure in the corner at a table. As the bartender went up to get her order she asked "Excuse me...but who is that in the corner?" he flipped through a booklet. "Hmmmmm the name is Elleth." Doesnt sound like a ranger to me thought Lindelwen. She went over to the table and said "Suilaid,Pedich Edhellen?" (in elvish so translation:Greetings, do you speak elvish?)

[Zeth Skywalker aka Elenanna]

((hey, her name's not elleth, but that could be one of her aliases...))

"Uma. Lle Ethel?" Elenanna replied.

(Yes. Are you an Elf?)

[Lady Falathiel Lothenedhel]

Falathiel trotted into Bree. Curiously she looked around. It had been a long time since she had been anywhere near the Shire. The last time was when she was a small elven child. She pulled the hood of her sparkling light blue cloak over her head. For one it started raining, two enemies may be about.

[Zeth Skywalker aka Elenanna]

Elenanna startled, sensing her sister. "Onome?" she questioned.

(Quenya-Sister)

[Gloredhel]

(Thanks so much for putting the translations - I am trying to learn elvish but don't have much time.)
Thris made her way through the uproar and heavy air of the room towards the table. It looked like at least one of them was an elf, though it was hard to tell with all the smoke from fire and pipes clouding up the room.
"Hello, I was expecting that rangers might turn up tonight. I have an urgent message. There is war breaking out; apparently there are still orcs of the Great Goblin's race, and they have grown ever bolder. Now they are out and about, moving by night, and a large band will be here by dawn. The townpeople are slow and lazy; it is up to the Rangers, and a few of other races such as myself, to stop the orcs from slaughtering all in their path. I fear there is some fear that comes with them; only the bravest stand when it comes. If Durin's Bain had not already been destroyed...it is something great and terrible! Lord Aragorn has been fearing this for some time, but war is also breaking out in the South, and his mind is elsewhere.

(Ok, really corny I know, but it is all I can think of at the moment. Elrond isn't in Middle-Earth anymore.)

[Zeth Skywalker aka Elenanna]

(So its between FO 4 and FO 120))

Elenanna looked at the dwarf and said, "We know oft this and we could use your help."

Her hood shadowed her face and with the serious expresson on her face, she looked very serious.

[Lindelwen1]

((ok, srry ))
"Yes, im am elf."

((srry im to lazy to do elvish today)

[Nienor]

(Ok, I can't think of a better name, so I'll use Theodwyn, even though it was the name of Eowyn's mom. Can I just say she was named after her or some such thing, they aren't related! Here's my bio:
Name: Theodwyn
Race: Rohirric
Age: 15 (I know I'm awfully young, but somewhere I'll tie that in. We'll just say I'm mature for my age. )
Description:
(Krissy, I guess I'll just kind of make her me, in looks, anyway. )
Small, no more than five three, with waist length goldish brown hair. Brown eyes.
She is a quiet person at first, but when you get to know her, she is much more open. Doesn't always trust at first...can be rash, but tries to be fair. (trying not to be a mary sue! )
She wears a simple layered brown and blue dress, with a maroon cloak...carries a pack slung across her shoulder with herbs and other supplies in it. She has a typical Rohirric sword, and a knife which she uses for many purposes...

She is a capable herbalist, and has fair knowledge of healing. Does not fight especially well, but can use her sword to save to defend herself. Uh..for more personal details, enjoys singing and reading, and carries a small book, pen and ink with her at all times.
Sorry that wasn't very good, it's late. That's the best I have, may edit later.)


Theodwyn heard the dwarf's statement loud and clear, and stood from her seat by the fire. She walked quietly over to the crowd forming around the stranger and listened carefully.

[Zeth Skywalker aka Elenanna]

Elenanna looked at the woman who had come over.
"Hello, who are you?"

[Nienor]

Theodwyn looked up at the elf who had spoken to her warily. "It is bold to ask the name of one you do not know! I am Theodwyn, I come from a village in Rohan. And who, may I ask, are you?"

[Zeth Skywalker aka Elenanna]

"I am Elenanna Lothenedhel, the young lady of Lothlorien."

[Nienor]

"It's a pleasure to meet you. What brings you to Bree?"

[Lady Falathiel Lothenedhel]

Falathiel heard her sister. "Yes?" she telepathed.