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[Annwyn]

[ Okay, since I don't know what age is what or anything of the sort, I'm just gonna say that this rp takes place during the time Frodo is recovering at the House of Elrond. 'kay? Everyone is welcome to join.]

The rising sun cast a pale hue over the feilds of Rohan. The grass was wet and the air cold and bleak. Her breath came out in small puffs that slowly crawled upwards and dissipated into nothing. A low mist hung in the lowest part of the hills, swirling ever so slowly and eerily, and the only sound that accompanied her keen ears was the melancholy footsteps of her mustang.
To others she would appear to be a mysterious traveller, perhaps more. She wore a thick and heavy cloak, the deep hood drawn so that the only part of her visage you could see would be her lips and the gleam of her eyes. Even so, she had a dark cloth wrapped around her from the nose down. Around her wrists she wore leather gauntlets that gloved around the bottom of her long fingers. A gold chain would glitter from the light occasionaly, but could barely be seen around her neck, for it's length dipped beneath her shirt.
She was so masked and cloaked that no one would guess that she was a female. In fact, it was partly what she wanted. Being thought a man had its advantages. She was left alone more often, for one, among other things. But part of being left alone was the great sword that hung sheathed at her back. But nevermind that..
She lightly kicked into the horse's side to quicken their pace, and headed down through the hills to the heart of Rohan.

[Menneleth]

can i join?

Eoferth peered out of the shadow of the bushes and trees where she was hiding in the forest. She caught sight of a figure riding along the vast feilds of Rohan and into Edoras. Whistling for her horse, Eoferth stood from the brush. A bay-colored horse was soon at her side, ready to go wherever it's master wished. The woman mounted her horse and turned the steed in the direction of trail that led out of the forest.

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She and her horse finally reached the last hill, and as they stood at the top, a wondrous sight greeted their eyes. Edoras, capital of Rohan stood warmly in the light of the sun which had now risen over the snow capped mountains to the east, making the roofs of the many houses glisten from the previous rainfall.

She inhaled deeply through her nostrils, breathing in the fresh morning air, and waited atop the hill. It was then in their halt, that her keen ears heared from within the silence, the sounds of other hooves...

She twisted around immediately, blue-ish green eyes scanning around behind them. Though the sound was faint and far off, she could never be sure if she was being followed or not. Detecting that the hooves were coming from the forest, she released a silent sigh, yet she waited for a moment to see if they would make an appearance. Nothing. She turned back towards Edoras, and headed into the town.

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[So you mean this takes place around during the War of the Ring when Thóden is still under Wormtongue's spell and the Fellowship hasn't left Rivendell yet? Because then we gotta stick to the books... anyway, my first posts are gonna be vague until the story develops, correct me if I get this wrong! ]

Lothiriel had been travelling for a long time now. She was sent out as a scout from Imladris to gather news and was heading for the Plains of Rohan. She was good at her job because she had the ability of blending in with the surroundings whether that was in the wilderness or in a city. She was dressed as a ranger but had beautiful features, she was aware that when she let her long, dark hair cover her pointy ears or wore her hood drawn nobody thought her to be Elvish, a thing she appreciated when travelling in Rohan. Although she carried a slender sword on her back along with her bow and arrows and a dagger at her side, she was not a worrior. Lothiriel knew how to fight well and she was a deadly opponent with her bow but she did not like killing and usually just fought in defence of herself or others.
Lothiriel drew her hood as she approached Edoras.

[Menneleth]

Eoferth watched as the figure she had spotted made it's way into Edoras. Quickening her horse's pace from a canter to a gallop she made her way in the direction of the great town. She followed the sun on its daily path to the west. Watching the sunrise gave her new hope. Hope for her village, her family, but mostly herself.
The Rohirric woman lived in a small village about 4 days travel from Edoras. The village, armed with only a meager militia, was attacked by wild men. The men went about plundering the land, burning homes and killing at will.
As far as she knew, she and her brother Eadbearn were the only survivors. They fled to Fangorn Forest where they agreed to go their separate ways and warn the surrounding villages. Through much argument, Eoferth wound up on her way to Edoras to sound the alarm to those at the capital. Eadbearn was trying to make his way to as many towns as he could and warn them about the ravages of the wild men.
She had spent most of her journey in the woods, trying to remain unseen. It seemed like everywhere she went she witnessed some kind of damage, whether it be wild men or orcs. Eoferth felt safer as she neared the capital. At least not all of her homeland had been destroyed.

[Annwyn]

She slowed the horses pace from which she rode, incredibly, now going at a soft trod. She did not wish to attract any sort of attention, though it was impossible. As she entered, she felt the townspeople's eyes burning holes into her flesh. Her jaw clenched, and she held her head up, refusing to grant them what they wanted.. to look back at them.

Finally she reached a small inn on the right of her, and she dismounted from her mustang, and tied the reigns to a small post. Inside, there was a small section of the room seperated from the counter for the "pub." There was a huge fireplace at the far end of it, and a bright fire cackled furiously. No one was sitting at the tables, the whole room was completely barren, save for a thin aged man who sat next to the fire. Though he was a ways away, she could keenly see the light of the fire dance apon his wrinkled skin, and illuminate his gloomy brown eyes. He sat hunched over on a wooden rocking chair, hands clasped together. He appeared to be lost in deep thought, but he looked over to her, and weakly heaved himself up, walking across the room and behind the counter.

" What can I get you?" He asked sort of grumpily. " One room, and place to put my horse." She withdrew a small leather puch from the depths of her cloak, and taking out several silver coins, she placed them on the counter before him. A moment or two later, he handed her a large brass key, and had someone attend to her horse outside...

[Menneleth]

Seeing as it was getting dark, Eoferth slowed her horse to a walk. They headed to Fangorn Forest where they would spend the night, protected from the world. At least that's what Eoferth felt.
A distant ancestor of hers had been elvish, and the youngwoman always felt a little bit of elven blood flowing through her veins. She deeply appreciated nature and found comfort among the trees of the forest.
Eoferth and her horse settled down under a large tree. She leaned against it's great trunk and stroked her horse's neck. Tipping her head back, she gazed at the clear nigth sky, studded with gleaming stars. She inhaled the night air and before Eoferth knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

[Annwyn]

She had no idea where the time had gone. She did not know she would only accomplish so little that day, but she just sighed. She was alone in her room, the door locked, and the only source of light emitting from a small thick candle that was placed on a nightstand next to her bed. She stood up, arms folded and leaning against the wall as she stared thoughtfully out the window of the inn room. Curiousity crept into her mind, and she wondered if she had really heared the hooves at all. I must be loosing my mind..

She stood awhile in the darkness, the pale light of the moon gracing her beautiful features, before blowing out the candle and going to bed.

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OOC: You both have wonderful detailed descriptions!


Lothiriel felt sad. As she had been travelling through the Fields of Rohan she had seen many burned and plundered villages. It grieved her heart to be a witness of such meaningless destruction and she knew it was a sign that the Shadow was gaining more power. Fortunately it seemed that the villages and towns closer to Edoras had not been touched by the enemy.
Lothiriel made her horse stop with a light touch of her hand on its neck. In front of her was Edoras, the main city of Rohan. She turned her head and looked over the wide fields of Rohan. It was like a sea of green, like the sea she had never beheld, although she sometimes felt a longing for it. For a moment she sat on her horse motionless in contemplation, she felt the sun embrace her body and the light wind in her hair and smelt the fresh air. No! This fair land along with the rest of the Free World must never give in to the Shadow. Lothiriel whispered a word to her horse and made her way into Edoras.

[Menneleth]

Dawn slipped in between the trees and danced upon Eoferth's face. She rose and called for her horse who had been munching on wild grass in the forest. TEXTOne more day, TEXT she thought to herself. She had managed to watch another sunrise and had only a little farther to travel to get to Edoras. A new hope filled her as Eoferth mounted her horse and left Fangorn yet again.

Sorry this one is so short but I am being beckoned for breakfast then I have to leave. I'll write more later.
By the way: thanks for the compliment Ea about our characters, your's is great too! ;D

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The sun rose above the rooftops as Lothiriel entered Edoras. She dismounted and lead the horse loosely by the reins. At home in Imladris she never rode with a saddle and reins but when she was out as a scout it was a part of her 'disguise'. The city was waking up ready for a new day. People passed her doing their usually morning routines; women came out from the low houses on their way to the market, children were playing in the narrow streets and domestic animals were running back and forth. People were small-talking around her and ocasionally someone would burst into laughter soon followed by others. For the first time in many days Lothiriel felt light and happy. She had been to Rohan before and knew the people. They enjoyed singing and story-telling as much as they loved games and fighting, brave worriors they were. Although everything seemed normal she felt a slightly tensed atmosphere. From what she picked up from conversations she could hear that people were worried about the Shadow and King Théoden.
Lothiriel decided to find a place to stay for a couple of days in the hope that she could gather more news about the enemys moves.

[Menneleth]

Eoferth finally reached her destination. She entered through the large wooden gate and made her way down the dirt paths that were the city streets.
The sound of lively chatter among the citizens filled her ears. Young children ran about with wooden swords and impatient mothers shouted out scoldings to their little ones. She passed many shops and bazaar stands filled with everyday tools and foods to necesitate the busy lives of the people.
It's just like home, Eoferth thought. She remembered exactly what she had been doing when the wild men attacked.

//It was midafternoon and she had just comme out of the small hut that she and her brother lived in together. They were not very wealthy and had not aquired a large amount of money after their parents had died. Nevertheless, it was a cozy hut, and really all that Eoferth and Eadbearn ever needed.
The young woman picked up a bundle of hay to deliver to her and her brother's horses. As she dropped in the hay to the stalls, she could hear the sound of metal clinking. She made her way over to the small blacksmith shop which her brother owned that extended off of the stable. A large working horse stood tied to the side as Eadbearn stood near a hot fire and gently tapped on a horseshoe. He was a fine blacksmith, well known for his expertise with horseshoes.
Suddenly, a shrill cry was heard in the distance. The brother and sister looked outside along with many others. A hut in the distance went up in flames as more people began to scream. The huge band of men came plundering into the outskirts of the village while an alarm sounded for the militia.
"Saddle the horses!" Eadbearn yelled. He disappeared back into his shop as Eoferth hastily followed her brother's orders. She was shaking so much she could hardly tighten the girth. After leading the horses out, Eadbearn reappeared from his shop with the workhorse. He set the horse free and quickly mounted his own.
By now, the wild men had made their way into the heart of the village. It seemed that every house was ignited with fire, people lay burned and bleeding in the streets. Screams of women and children echoed throughout the village.
"Come on!" Eadbearn yelled as he and his sister safely made their way to Fangorn Forest...//

Eoferth slowly made her way through the streets looking for an inn of some sort. A single tear dripped down her cheek. Just like home, she thought.

^This last paragraph should be in standard writing except for the quote. Something screwy is going on with my computer...

[Annwyn]

[ Woah, sorry I missed so much, busy with school-work and things. By the way, thank you for the compliment! You also have a talent at writing ]

She had been awake for four hours that morning. Sleeping was not a part of her usuall routine, yet she did fine without it. The window of the room was wide open, free to let the rays of the morning sun hit the floor and give the room a glowy natural light. She stood beside the window, not infront of it, for she did not want to attract any attention, and gazed solemnly out at the villagers below. They were peaceful, and innocent. They had no idea of the evil that could reach them. The evil that could butcher families and destroy homes...

Her jaw clenched at that thought and she averted her gaze back down to the wooden floorboards. She blinked the unshed tears away furiously, and strode across the room, grabbing her cloak and tightening her sword across her back, lifting the cloth up to her nose, and heading down the stairs, key in hand.

She was very strong, agile, and lithe. Many years of fighting had left a few minor scars on her body, yet none could compare to the ones she had on her back...
However, that was not the reason she was so cloaked, her beauty far exceeded thousands; somehow she felt the life of secrecy to be more safe and shall I say.. free?

She dropped the keys on the counter, and headed out the doors, into the streets of Edoras. Many turned to look at her, but then quickly turned away; carrying on with their lives. She knew she had the rascally-rogue look that could sometimes scare people, but for some reason, the effect she got from the croud was more than usuall. She shook it off, and decided she'd walk, instead of use her horse.

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As Lothiriel was walking through the streets all of a sudden something was attracting her attention. She could not put a finger on it, but it was like a slight change in the atmosphere around her, like people didn't talk so loud anymore... She looked up and caught a glimpse of a person wearing a heavy cloak covering all of his body, on his back was a huge sword. Instinctly Lothiriel hid her face behind her horse pretending she had not seen the stranger. He was obviously not of the Rohirrim people, the way he dressed and the way people looked at him in amazement, though they tried to hide it... there was something about him. As Lothiriel proceeded the person turned his head at her and she thought she caught a quick glimpse of... green eyes? Lothiriel got an odd feeling for these eyes did not match the rough appearence at all. She shook off the feeling and went on noticing that everything around her was as normal as before.

Soon Lothiriel stopped by an inn. She left her horse outside and entered. The room was dark compared to the sunlight outside. The first thing she saw was the huge fire place in the back of the plain room, then her attention turned to the man behind the counter. He looked very old and his wrinkled face showed no expression, only his brown eyes betrayed him or at least to Lothiriel they seemed almost joyful as he greeted her. She returned his Rohirric greeting and continued in the Common Tongue: I need a room for the night and a place for my horse..
She paid him and stepped outside again, leading her horse to the stable. After she made sure the horse was taken good care off she went to her room.

[OOC: Annwyn, I don't remember if your character has green eyes, I just imagine it ]

[Annwyn]

[ Yes, she has blue-ish green eyes. Nice post, by the way.]

Her stomach felt as if it were twisting and writhing in the pit of her abdomen, and though she could not see if her ears were red, she could feel the burning sensation in them.

What am I doing here?!

She knew what she was doing of course, she had to go to a blacksmith and repair her daggers, along with one minor detail: Pay a visit to the King.

Soon, she found a nice looking blacksmith shop, with sweaty middle-aged men hammering away at shields and swords, and some melting iron, steel, and metal in the hot fireplaces. She stepped nonchalantly under the hay roof of the shop, and cleared her throat to catch the attention of a man. He put down his hammer, and wiped his hands on his shirt, walking over to her.

" Can you fix these?" She took from within her cloak a bundle of cloth and her leather sack of money, and unwrapped the cloth, revealing one long silver dagger that was broken in half, and its twin, chipped and dull.

The man scratched his chin for a moment, and then nodded, taking the daggers. She payed from with six gold coins, and he took the money rather quickly, and eyed her curiously.

" I've never seen blades like these.." He said gruffly, she answered calmly: " They are elvish." And with that, she nodded and smiled, (Though he could not see it), and she took her leave.