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 Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:21 pm
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Long gone is the time of Man. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, has long diminished and his country has been left in ruins. The Ring Bearer, Frodo Baggins, and his fellowship of Gimli; son of Gloin, Legolas of the Wood, Aragorn; son of Arathorn, and the hobbits; Merry Brandybuck, Peregrin "Pippin" Took, Samwise Gamgee, and he himself: Frodo Baggins, have all long passed. Long gone in the history books is the tale of Lord of the Rings, kept only alive by stories and tales. Middle Earth is still intact, and Sauron may be defeated, but never again will a peaceful time stir in Middle Earth. Alas, after the lull of peace and tranquility when all races were bound by the bond of friendship, the bonds were diminished. King Aragorn died peacefully, and left his kingdom to his son. His son was killed in the first battle of this evil time, a time where many new races would find themselves in the places of their ancestors. Six brave descendants find themselves in the positions of heir ancestors- they must destroy this said evil.
An evil wind has swept across Middle Earth, from Minas Tirith to The Shire itself. Mordor has left crushed, but Isengard stirs again. A new wizard has emerged- Mithrandir. An evil man- no. He is no man, but a spirit. No ring was forged, but in the time Mithrandir was indeed a human wizard, he empowered the light of Elendil, the elves' most beloved star. For this wizard was more powerful than Lady Galadriel herself, and he has alas managed to twist the light to evil. Instead of white, the symbol of purity, it runs red, the sign of destruction. These chosen six must come together as their ancestors once had to destory this evil- for it will overpower Middle Earth much faster than Sauron did. This wizard is powerful- so come forth you must!
There is but one way to defeat this wizard and his powerful light. There is the Spring of Seline- a sacred spring only known by the rarest of woodland elves, and those wo know where it resides are terrified to come forth, in fear of Mithrandir. This secret spring contains a very blessed liquid- a liquid so powerful, when shot, it can destroy anything it comes in contact with. For this is the only way to defeat Mithrandir himself, but to rid Middle Earth of this purity of evil it to drain it into the purest of sources- one of the chosen six must drain the evil light of Elendil into the Spring of Seline, purifying the light and restoring Middle Earth to it's peace.
But it is not as simple as it seems. Mithrandir has his minions- Orcs, adopting the name from Sauron, his inspiration- operating everywhere. The Orcs roam freely, killing and eating everything in it's path. There are tribes of Orcs guarding every taken city's gates, every taken caves' mouths, making it seemingly impossible to get through. There are many foes along the way, so take caution!
Make haste! The future of Middle Earth depends on you!
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 11:14 pm
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Arien Descendant of Legolas - Woodland Elf - Female
Taken by Leopardstreak // Reserved // OpenAdraorien Descendant of Aragorn - Man - Female
Taken by Memories in the Mist // Reserved // OpenChosen Dwarf Descendant of Gimli - Dwarf - Male
Taken // Reserved // OpenChosen HobbitDescendant of Frodo Baggins - Hobbit - Male
Taken // Reserved // OpenChosen HobbitDescendant of Samwise Gamgee - Hobbit - Male
Taken // Reserved // OpenChosen WizardDescendant of Gandalf the White - Wizard - Male
Taken // Reserved // OpenMithrandirDescendant of Saruman and Sauron- Wizard - Male
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 11:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 9:29 am
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Isengard is stirring with evil.
Isengard's ruler is Heralin.
Isengard is the main activity central for the evil.
Rohan is at peace with Minas Tirith.
Rohan is conflicting with Gondor.
Rohan has it's soldiers at the ready, if war erupts.
Minas Tirith is left with no leader, and is vulnerable.
Minas Tirith has aid at the ready from Rohan.
Minas Tirith is not trying to stir up trouble, but fears war of Gondor and Rohan.
Gondor has a ruthless king.
Gondor is ready to proclaim war on Rohan.
Gondor has recovered, but the people fear that its ruler will be a tyrant.
The Shire is at peace.
The Shire is left unawares of the evil stirring, other than two hobbits.
The Shire is merry, but not for long- Isengard's next target it the Shire.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 4:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 6:46 pm
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xxxxxxShe's a wild o n e
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With an angel's f a c e
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She's a wild one runnin' f r e exxxxxx
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W o o d l a n d x E l f
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Zing! A sleek, ivory, pheasant feathered arrow sliced through the air, slicing leaves on a kabob and shooting straight into a tree trunk carved into a target. A slender, blonde haired and emerald eyed elf stood holding a sleek ivory bow, with silver tresses and carvings, and the name 'Legolas' carved formally into the pale wood. The girl listened carefully as the bow sung it's harmonious melody, sending well shot arrows whizzing through the air as if they had minds of their own. The girl didn't seemed satisfied; she kept pulling arrows out of her quiver and sending them slicing through the air, one after another.
The girl finally unfroze from her spot, taking long, soft strides across the forest floor until she came to the tree she had been shooting at. She gathered all the arrows in one hand and pulled back, cleanly yanking all seven arrows from the tree without one tip getting broken. She straightened the feathers and pulled the leaves from the staves of the arrows, quickly re-holstering her ivory weapons in their quiver. Her emerald eyes glittered coldly as she pushed her blonde braid out of her face, her lips pressed in a grim line. She took practicing seriously, more serious than anyone in her family- especially after what she had learned.
Less than twelve sunrises ago, Arien knew she was different. She had better archery skills than many warriors, and she fumbled in household women chores. Her father, keeper of the estate, said she needed to change her ways of find another roof to stay under. That was the last straw for the twenty-yearold, after constantly being reprimanded for not 'bieng in the house' or 'being disrespectful' by hanging out with male warrior elves. But that's where Arien fit in. She was a horrid cook and broke nearly every household item she touched. However, she was very nimble on horseback and could shoot a bow better than any warrior. And she never understood why until then.
She had stormed out of the house after being reprimanded yet again by her father for not staying in the kitchen and in the house, where women belonged. No, but that was not where Arien belonged. She had stormed off and left the house, whistling a low tune so her ebony mare, Sharalyn, would come to her. The mare came galloping over and halted, letting Arien jump nimbly up on her back, with nothing but the elf's legs to guide her. Arien and her mare started into the forest, cantering around trees and leaping bushes, with Arien's hands clasped around her family's bow. The mare skidded to a halt in fright, and Arien had to leap off to calm the mare. Something had spooked her, that was for sure. But all Arien could see was pitch blackness, even with her own keen elven eyesight.
Suddenly, a ball of light exploded, and the lord of the elves, Cereluna, stepped out holding a pitcher of water from the Mirror itself. He nodded to Arien, pouring the water into a puddle. Arien carefully looked in, but jumped back at the sight she saw. She watched as her home was destroyed, and next Minas Tirith, and finally the breaking of the statues of kings on the border of Gondor. Her teal eyes grew wide with horror, and the young elf looked to Cereluna for guidance. "You must save Middle Earth. History is repeating itself. You must take the place that Legolas did in the quest against Sauron," was all the elven lord said. He disappeared before Arien could reply.
And so here she was, practicing as diligently as she could. Sharalyn, her mare, was watching from behind a tree, safely out of the arrows' ways as they whizzed past. Arien let out a whistle and the mare came sauntering out, letting Arien jump lightly onto her back. The elf steered her horse toward the camp, squeezing her into a canter as they headed for camp- the last day she would see her family for a very long time, or even forever if the quest failed.
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❝ T r e a t m e l i k e n o t h i n g m o r e o r l e s s t h a n I a m. ❞ ▸ ※ ▹ They said 'change your clothes'
xxxxxxxxShe said 'No I won't'
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xxxxxxxxShe's on a roll and it's all uphill! ◂ ※ ◃ ▸ ※ ▹ She has future plans and dreams in life
They say life is hard
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She's a wild one runnin' free! ◂ ※ ◃ Defiant ♦ Independent ♦ Proud
❖ Warrior ❖
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 3:59 pm
"You don't need a reason to help people.""Y o u rƒ i n g e r s w o u l d r e m e m b e rt h e i r o l d s t r e n g t hb e t t e r . . . i f t h e y g r a s p e d y o u r s w o r d ." "Why can't I stop smiling?
There's nothing obvious to smile about.
The world is in turmoil,
brothers are turning against brothers,
children are being slaughtered,
and the elderly are being slapped about
in the streets like vermin.
So why can't I stop smiling?
Because there's always hope."  ╤╤╤╤╤╤╤╤ 
The song wafted through the air like a pleasant order, and even more pleasant was the temper of the singer, who trotted along the dirt path leading to the Shire.
He was Curunir, the Powers of the World. He was a young wizard with a passion for adventure and "historical" sites where events from his two favorite books, There and Back Again by Bilbo Baggins and The Lord of the Rings by Frodo Baggins, took place. He had read them hundreds of times in his childhood, thinking them to be tiny, little books with spines two inches high, and often he kept one or the other underneath his pillow to read by moonlight. He often read deep into the night, and by the time he was ten, dark circles had formed under his eyes.
But it wasn't really the authors of the tomes that interested him, but more a common character between the two; Gandalf, Curunir's very own ancestor. In fact, the tattered, patched-up old pointy hat his wore that was usually too big for his head belonged to Gandalf the Grey before he became Gandalf the White.
The song he sang so fondly was also dear to him. Whever he donned the hat while asleep, he could hear an old wizard's musty voice, listening to the wise way it sounded even when it sang such an inconsequential song. He always knew it to be the voice of Gandalf, how he would sing it so faintly when travelling.
Anyone could tell how fond Curunir was of him, even though they'd never met. Curunir was even taking that lonely path to the Shire just to see the spot in front of the Baggins dwelling where Gandlaf first met Bilbo.
It was on the bank of a hilla overlooking the path he was travelling that Curunir decided to sleep. It was his favorite time of day to nap, when the sun was at just the right angle to create the warmest rays. He dropped his staff and plunked down beside it, his hands behind his head to make a pillow for himself. His wizard's cap fell over his vibrant, cobalt eyes in turn with his dark eyelids and he fell into R.E.M., expecting to hear the familiar lilt of Gandalf's voice. Instead, it sounded more like Gandalf was calling.
"You've heard me speak in many of your dreams, Curunir, the Powers of the World. Now hear me say this."
The dream was unlike he'd had any time before. He was alone in a pitch-black room, an aura playing about his feminine frame. He nodded in the direction of Gandalf's voice.
"An evil as great as Sauron himself is coming to rise in Isengard. It is your destiny to aid a band of chosen heroes, much like I did so long ago."
Curunir nodded again. "I know what I have to do."When he awoke, Curunir was in a rolled-over neutral position, even though, he hardly ever moves when he sleeps. He ran a hand passivley over the burn scars on the right side of his face, the result of his first experiment with creating fireworks.
He twirled a strand of dark blonde hair around his finger. To a more pedestrian audience this would seem like a nervous habit. It was, but he didn't like to think so. After all, what now-important wizard would want to seem nervous?
His thoughts churned in his head as he abandoned his previous engagement and disappeared unto the day.
♦"And the spirit never dies
The world belongs to me
This is when I've been given time
To live and see
I'll never give up, never give in
Won't stop believing 'cos I'm gonna win""Sing with my soul
Before I get old
'Cos there may be no tomorrow!
There is no limit to what can be done
Climbing the mountain with power so strong
Dusty roads, down the way
Leaving the future behind me!"
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