Sign Up Lord of the Rings: The Retelling [PG13-V]

[Jokopoko]

[color=crimson][center][b][u]The Lord of the Rings
The Retelling[/color][/b][/u]

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[i]Three Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.[/i]

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As time goes by and History becomes legend, legend becomes myth and myth becomes forgotten the records of these events can go astray so when one wishes to recount these tales and tell them once more their meaning, along with the facts, have become so wrapped up within the legends and myths that now surround it. Such a thing has happened to King Elendil II, ruler of the twin realms of Arnor and Gondor and descendent of King Aragorn Elessar, for he desires to learn of the Third Age of the Sun and the War of the Ring but none now live who remember it.

Long has it been since Mordor was a threat, long has it been since Middle-Earth knew conflict and long has it been since the Fellowship of the Ring departed the land of Middle-Earth for now many of them have departed this world for the world beyond.

So it came to pass that Elendil II sought the records of the Third Age of the Sun for he wished to study in depth this dark time and make certain that the inhabitants of Middle-Earth know why they are now kept safe from the enemy. Thus Elendil II has called together a council comprising of the direct decedents, or their relatives, of those who were know to have taken a great part in the War of the Ring. From the Hobbits of the Gardener Kin founded by Samwise Gamgee to the ruling family of Rohan who trace themselves back to Éomer Éadig, Third Marshall of the Riddermark and first King of the third line.

Though many details regarding the War of the Ring remained hidden from this council they were able to discover much concerning the nine companions known collectively as the Fellowship of the Ring. Of Man there were two, Aragorn son of Arathron and another from Gondor who was the child of the ruling steward but their name has been obscured through time. Of the Elven-Kin there was one, an Elf of Greenwood and offspring of Thranduil but their name was also lost.

The Dwarves sent one of Durins Line, they were of Erebor though thee name has also been lost in time. Of the Istari, or wizards, one was present and by the Elves he was known as Mithrandir but more commonly he was Gandalf the Grey who later became the White Wizard. The Hobbit-Folk sent to Rivendell four of their kin and they were Samwise Gamgee and Frodo Baggins, the remaining two were of Brandybuck and Took decent yet their fore-names remain hidden.

Frodo Baggins was the most important member for it was he who bore the Ruling Ring along the Quest of Mount Doom. Though only a few of the Fellowship have been named it is entirely possible that the group had more than nine among it?s number and the Free-People of Middle-Earth sent more of their Kin on the Quest of Mount Doom but none of this can be sure as it has been a terrible long count of years since the events of the Third Age though it will not prevent the telling of the Fellowship of the Ring and their exploits, though it may not be entirely accurate.

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As I?m sure you?ve guessed this is running along the same lines as the ?Fellowship of the Ring? RPG Vicky made some time back but I?ve tweaked it just a little. Basically we?re going to be taking the place of the characters in the Fellowship from the start and then play it from there and see how the plot develops due to our different choices i.e. taking the Gap of Rohan, not going into Moria and so on.

The nine original places of the Fellowship are there and they have to be filled with characters equivalent to that character, for example the role Boromir cannot be replaced by an Elf or a Dwarf because they have to be of Gondor and child of the ruling Steward. The four places that cannot be changed are [b]ARAGORN[/b], [b]GANDALF[/b], [b]SAMWISE[/b] and [b]FRODO[/b] this is because these four are integral to the plot of the story and cannot be replaced. The other five are open to changing but they still have to be two Hobbits, one Man, an Elf and a Dwarf. (When I say ?Man? I mean human but in the books Humans are always referred to as Man or Men. Example: Legolas is a man but not a Man.)

I?m going to allow four more places bringing to total to thirteen but for these places I?d rather have characters from the books as opposed to originals, this is because I want to make it seem that the historical records aren?t that well kept and it can also have an effect on the storyline, for example Elladan or Elrohir could have chosen to accompany the Fellowship, the same can be said for Beregond for he may have travelled with Boromir to Rivendell. I?m doing this in the hopes that it?ll make for an interesting RPG.

As for main ?bad guys? I?ll have some cameo?s for them so you don?t apply to play as Saruman or Sauron etc but feel free to send me PM requesting a role and showing me a writing sample and I?ll see what I can do. These roles aren?t limited to the big boys (I.E. Sauron and Saruman) but minor Orc or Uruk-hai Captains.

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[b][u]The Characters[/u][/b][/center]

I?m not sure if all of you will fully understand what I?m wanting to do with this so I?ll take the time to explain by listing each of the characters that are playable for the RPG and what changes, if any, will occur.

[b][u]Aragorn, heir to the throne of Gondor[/u][/b]
Aragorn will remain as he is because he is one of the key characters within the story and all storylines involving him will have their key plots remain true such as the re-forging of Narsil, his coronation in Minas Tirith and etcetera. He may not be killed at any point. Aragorn will be played by me.

[b][u]Frodo Baggins, the Ring bearer[/u][/b]
Frodo will remain as he is as well because he is the key character within the book and he may not be killed at any point before he has destroyed the Ring. All storylines which revolve around Frodo will remain basically the same yet there will be room for change. Frodo will be played by Drix D?Zanth.

[b][u]Samwise Gamgee, gardener of Frodo Baggins[/u][/b]
Due to his proximity with storylines concerning Frodo Samwise will remain unchanged and the other reason is because he is a key player in future storylines such as when Gollum arrives in ?The Two Towers?. Samwise must not die before the Ring is destroyed. Samwise will be played be Ozymandius Jones.

[b][u]Gandalf, the Grey Pilgrim[/u][/b]
As another key player in many storylines and events surrounding the Lord of the Rings (Or the War of the Ring in the book) Gandalf cannot be changed. Gandalf will be killed at some point during the Fellowship retelling but the manner of his death may be different should we choose not to go to Moria but his death will still have meaning. Gandalf will be played by StarrStruck.

[b][u]Peregrin Took, heir to the Thain of the Shire[/u][/b]
While Peregrin [Pippin] is another key character he is not so key as to have certain parts of his character changed. For example his name can change, his personality but he must still perform all the other tasks performed by Pippin in the story i.e. bring the Ents to Isengard and ride to Minas Tirith with Gandalf. (You can also change the gender if you wish)

[b][u]Meriadoc Brandybuck, heir to the Master of Buckland[/u][/b]
Similar to Pippin, Meriadoc [Merry] is a main character but can still have parts of his character changed such as him name or his overall personality. But he must still play the key roles he played in the story i.e. killing the Witch-King along with Éowyn and so on. (You can also change the gender if you wish)

[b][u]Legolas, Elven Prince of Mirkwood[/u][/b]
Being, for the most part, one of Aragorn?s main companions Legolas is a main part of the plot as well as aiding the Fellowship in their dealings with the Elves, should any occur. Much like Merry and Pippin his name may be changed, overall personality and such but the key things must remain i.e. he is the son of Thranduil, an excellent scout etcetera. (You can also change the gender if you wish)

[b][u]Gimli, Dwarven Lord of Erebor[/u][/b]
Being, for the most part, one of Aragorn?s main companions Gimli is a main part of the plot as well as aiding the Fellowship in their dealings with the Dwarves, should any occur. Much like Merry and Pippin his name may be changed, overall personality and such but the key things must remain i.e. he is the son of Glóin, he is wary of Elves etcetera. (You can also change the gender if you wish)

[b][u]Boromir, Captain of Gondor[/u][/b]
Though Boromir dies in ?The Fellowship of the Ring? it is quite possible for him to survive the Battle of Amon Hen and continue on with Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli. As with the pervious four members of the Fellowship his name may change, his overall personality and such but key things remain i.e. he is son of Denethor and a brave Captain of the Gondorians. (You can also change the gender if you wish)

[b][u]The Four extra positions[/u][/b]
As explained above I?m going to add four more positions in the Fellowship bringing the total to 13. With these you can make up original characters if you wish but if you do make sure they fit in well with the ?Lord of the Rings? universe. I would prefer you to play a character from the book that did not join the Fellowship i.e. Beregond or Glorfindel. This makes it easier because it allows you to integrate actual characters into the story and see how things unfold. With these characters I want the details to remain essentially the same but they can still have alterations akin to those of Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Gimli and Boromir.

[i]N/B: Should you choose to change the name or gender of your character please be sure to make sure the name is believable and fits in with the world created by Tolkien. So I don?t want names like ?Striker? or ?Bob?.[/i]

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[b][u]The Sign-up[/b][/u][/center]

Now this will be a different kind of sign-up than the usual sheet listing the various points of your character and so on. The difference in this application is that it will be a piece of writing as the character you have chosen at any point in their life prior to the Council meeting in Rivendell. The format for this can be what ever you desire I.E. your character writing a diary entry, telling the story to a friend, the event actually taking place and so on. It should include the following information:
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[*]Your characters name.
[*]Your characters gender.
[*]Your characters race.
[*]Your characters personality.
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You can also describe your characters appearance if you wish or alternatively attach a picture. [i](Those applying for the four main roles I?d prefer you use the characters film appearance but I?m open to other appearances.)[/i]

The length for this piece should be between 500-800 words.

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[color=crimson][b]?So it begins...?[/center][/b][/color]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1]Interesting, most interesting.

[/size][CENTER][B]Boromir, Captain of the White Tower[/B][/CENTER][size=1]
Standing 6'4", the Captain-General of Minas Tirith towered over his younger brother Faramir. Boromir was the greatest warrior in the White Tower, perhaps the greatest warrior of Men in all of Middle Earth. His stature was tall and stalwart, his face reflected his noble birth, he was proud, gallant and feared no man, beast of abomination of the Dark Lord. Yet as the brothers sat mounted upon their great steeds, Boromir could not help but feel torn, their father Denethor II, Steward of Gondor had chosen the elder to attend the gathering of the Elf-lord Elrond in Rivendell. Boromir did not doubt his brother, but Osgiliath would be the breaking point in the defences of the White Tower, if it was lost then the evil that habited Minas Morgul and beyond would be free to attack Minas Tirith directly.

"[B]You seemed troubled brother.[/B]" The comment brought a smile to Boromir?s often stern face, Faramir was as wise as their father, and could see into the hearts of men as easily as one might stare into a pool of water, there was little the elder brother could hide. "[B]I am concerned Faramir that this journey may prove to be the foundation upon which a great evil will be wrought, an evil that even the sons of the House of Húrin will be unable to avert.[/B]" He raised his hand to his chin, stroking the auburn beard that would in time streak with grey and eventually turn white, inevitably Boromir, son of Denethor would be Steward and he would be charged with safeguarding the lands and peoples of Gondor... until the return of the King. Inwardly he chuckled, not in a thousand years had an heir of Isildur come to claim sovereignty of the twin kingdoms of Elendil, and Boromir could not help but doubt whether anyone should ever come to claim them. Inside he often wrestled with his conscience as to whether or not the Stewards should simply assert their own claim to Gondor, they too were of the high blood of Numenor...

"[B]You worry too much Boromir, this may simply be a meeting called to reaffirm old alliances.[/B]" Faramir patted his brother?s back in an effort to bring the grim Captain?s face into some semblance of cheer. "[B]Perhaps you are right brother, it may simply be a chance for the Elves to feel in concert with the kingdoms of Men. Perhaps they have even found an heir of Isildur and seek a great escort for his return to the east.[/B]" This time Boromir did indeed chuckle out loud at the sentiment but Faramir merely stared towards the horizon, deep in thought. "[B]Whatever the nature of this assembly Faramir I shall not discover it?s purpose if I do not depart. The journey shall be long, perhaps hazardous, even before I reach Edoras.[/B] His brother?s gaze into the horizon was broken, long had he known that Boromir admired and was perhaps even enamoured by Lady Eowyn of Rohan. Their father long wished his elder son to take a wife, but Boromir like King Earnur before him, delighted chiefly in combat and was slow to choose his bride.

"[B]Give my regards to King Theoden... and Lady Eowyn[/B]" Faramir now joined un what would be only his brother?s brief merriment, for Boromir valued strength and honour more than he valued lore, music and joy. He would be a strong and just ruler one day, and while he loved his father despite his melancholy Boromir modelled himself off stories of his grandfather Ecthelion?s greatest advisor Thorongil. Nodding one final time to his beloved younger brother, Boromir shook the reigns of his steed and sped from the view of the White Tower, of Faramir and of his father...[/SIZE]

[Jokopoko]

[color=teal][size=1]Monster, clearly you didn't read what I have requested for a sign-up. Before you carry on with this please read my post again and do the sign-up correctly.[/size][/color]

[Orcus]

[CENTER][color=#666600][B][u]Aldian, Son of Baranor, Captain of the White Company[/u][/B]

[size=1]A cool breeze washed over the plains of this valley, but it was tainted with a putrid stench. The stench was almost impossible to ignore, and thus for a captain in search of villainous creatures, this was exactly what he needed. The captain and his men stood gazing down at the filth known as Orcs, who were feasting on the flesh of Men. The captain sneered in disgust but continued to watch the beasts, as a hawk watches his prey. A foot soldier came running up to him, stopped, and raised his fist to his chest. The captain mirrored the gesture and spoke. His words were liquid, cool and flowing, but when angry they burned with fury.

[B]?What information do you have for me??[/B] The young soldier recoiled slightly. He had just joined their ranks, and he was slightly intimidated by the captain. Though only of the race of Men, his aura was that of an elve's, quick, decisive, knowledgeable, yet deadly. He appearance was far from intimidating, regardless of his six foot height. His handsome face, along with his black with blue-gray streaked, spiked hair would give one the impression that he was young to battle. Even young to life itself. But his eyes?His thoughtful, serene dark blue eyes made him powerful. He was the mighty Aldian, son of Baranor, first captain of the White Company. Aldian tapped his foot impatiently.

[B]?Well??[/B] The soldier regained his wits and spoke swiftly.

[B]?There about twenty of them, my lord.?[/B] Aldian nodded and fell deep into thought, before unsheathing his blade and looking it over. The blade was straight, and did not have a conjoining point, but an edge. His cross guard was cross shaped, matching the cross necklace and three cross ring he wore. However, the necklace and the ring were silver and black, but his hilt was brown, and beautifully adorned. He sheathed his blade and turned to the rest of his men, calling them over. There were only 13 of them, but they were one of the most powerful guilds of the race of Men. He addressed his men sternly.

[B]?Alright, men. We?ve been hunting this scum down for days. And here they are now in front of us. To wait to engage them in battle would be dishonorable. We strike now, after they are feasted and have been well-rested---.?[/B] The young soldier interrupted then.

[B]?Now! B-bb-but they?re at optimum power right now! They?ll tear as to shreds!? [/B] Aldian looked at the young man and backhanded him. The young man recoiled and fell back out of shock. Aldian stood over the young man and his words lit ablaze.

[B]?Don?t ever blacken our honor! We don?t strike at an opponent while their at their weakest unless absolutely vital! We are not like them! We do not attack villages, unsuspecting people while they are asleep. Even if they do not engage in the proper rules of combat, should we lower ourselves to their level by doing the same? No, we fight them at their best, at out best. Men, make haste and ready your weapons. To battle!?[/B] A cheer roared from Aldian?s men, and even the youngest of them was filled with courage.

They readied their weapons and stood atop the hill gazing at the Orcs. Aldian smiled, drawing his blade, and let out a mighty cry, allowing the Orcs enough time to garb their weapons. He pointed his blade forward and howled at his men, his brothers.

[B]?Attack!?[/B] They rushed at the Orcs, who stood ready with their axes, their blades, and their hammers. Combat was fierce and heated, and the sound of metal against metal, and even metal against skin could be heard for miles. Aldian engaged their leader, and their battle was the most spectacular of them all. The Orc chief wielded a long sword, and was quite impressive with it.

Aldian stabbed at his chest, but the chief used his blade to slide the attack to the right, then bashed his head against Aldian. Aldian recoiled, and the chief drew his blade back, then struck swiftly. Aldian dodged to the right, and swung at the chief just as the chief was spinning to strike him. Their blades clashed mightily, and the sound reverberated throughout the valley. Their battle ensued for what seemed to be an eternity, before the chief slipped up.

He believe he held the upper hand, so began to disregard Aldian as a true opponent. He struck at Aldian?s blade, and then spun to chop off his head. When fully rotated, Aldian dodged down, and then stabbed straight through his stomach. The Orc grunted in pain as Aldian shoved his blade further into him. Blood dripped from his mouth as his body fell limp. Aldian removed his blade from the Orc and killed three surrounding him almost instantaneously. He looked over the battle swiftly, and saw that the same lad who had questioned him was in trouble. He sprung over there, attacking an enemy he ran past, and managed to stab the Orc in the heart right before it could drive it?s blade into the youth. All the other battle ended simultaneously, and with that, the battle was done. Aldian looked down at the young man and smiled.

[B]?See? We emerge victorious.?[/B][/color][/SIZE]

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[B]OOC:[/B] I hope everything is in order. Please infrom me if I need to change anything. It's slightly longer than 800, but I just got into this post. ^_^;
[B]EDIT:[/B] Only just realized I typed Urgals instead of Orcs this whole time. Sorry.[/SIZE][/CENTER]

[PWNED]

[B]Deregond, Brother of Beregond, Guard of Minas Tirith[/B]


[SIZE=1]Forced into this menial position of importance did little to improve the temper of Deregond; He wished to be known as a Great Warrior who eventually lost his life fighting in battle against Goblins or Trolls, Not as a Gate Guard of Minas Tirith. He hated the knights who got to fight in battle after battle as a way of life, of bandits that fought to live or die or even a footman serving as a guard out near the tower of Isildur, which was now known as Minas Morgul.

[I]Anywhere but here, I deserve to fight and die in huge battles[/I]

?Damn their hides? He cursed underneath his breath while yet another contingent of Soldiers in their perfect armour marched past.
They were going off to prove themselves in battle while he remained here as the Inferior younger brother of Beregond who would live out his life as a lowly guard.
His Superior shifted uncomfortably in his armour as Deregond seethed, the youth had often come to blows with his fellow guards, which may have explained why Deregond still remained a lowly guard.


?So his Lordships son leaves on a mighty quest soon, I have heard?? The other guard that stood along side them said, vainly attempting to break the tension that his youth could not cope.
?Bah? The superior spat angrily, ?Just a Diplomatic mission, To Elves none the less.?
?I do not see why they are worth the effort, those Elves,? The younger guard said back.
?Apparently, It is because they wish to form an alliance with us. Elves and Men of all things? The Superior replied once more, feeling the tension that he felt emanating from Deregond was lowering.


Suddenly Deregond stormed forwards and turned to face the two and began to launch a bitter tirade. ?Do you two not see that we are going to war?? He questioned with the two answering with nods before he continued ?I?m not sure if you haven?t noticed but the reports that have been coming back have reported much more Orc and Goblin activity then usual. Darkness will march and I hate to think an alliance with the Elves is what we need most? before lifting his Halberd that had clattered to the ground and returning to his position against the gate.


?Do you take me for a fool? I know that war is approaching but we have enough arms and armour to equip the entire population of Gondor three times over. If we fight then we will be victorious,? The younger guard stated arrogantly which bought an answer of a fist to jaw of the youths unhelmeted head; Deregond smiled as his Gauntleted fist cracked into the jaw before, for good measure, swinging around and planting in the face of his superior whom he never really cared for.

As he stood over the crumpled bodies of the two, Deregond smiled and crouched low to whisper into the ear of the near unconscious guard ?If anyone comes to check what all this noise was about. Say a minor scuffle broke out between you two while I was on patrol up near the cliffs or else?
The guard looked up blankly to where he believed Deregond stood and mouthed what Deregond believed to be ?Or what, you spoilt brat?
Deregond suppressed a laugh and whispered to him once more ?Or else I?ll cause wounds in places that you will wish you had armoured? Before standing up and setting off for the stables to set up a believable alibi.

When he returned from his ?Patrol?, he found none other than Beregond, captain of the guards standing there with a message in hand while with a fierce scowl on his face.


?Must you continue to fight wherever you go? The furious man stated more than asked as he handed the message to Deregond.
Smiling in an almost deranged way, Deregond reached for the letter and said in his usual half aggressive, half arrogant way ?I do what must be done? Brother? before opening up the letter right there and reading the summons before the Steward of Gondor himself.
?I would say Fortune smiles upon you my brother but I?m afraid I am not a believer in fortune.? Beregond said proudly before heading up to the gatehouse, Leaving Deregond standing with an official summons.

[I]Perhaps the fights I always have, have finally reached the ears of the Steward[/I]

He put the thought out of his head for now and considered ascending what might be a staircase to a great opportunity or condemnation to the gates for the rest of his natural life. Keeping his blade 'Oathbreaker' at his side at all times, He began the long walk up the hill.
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Sorry about the stuff up earlier, I wasn't really paying attention then. Hope you like my new character (Is about 762 words, so is good length)

[Tyler Koregaten]

[CENTER][B][U]Brivli, Son of Gloin, Heir to the Erebor[/U][/B][/CENTER]

It was a long trek ahead. The search for the lost Buril Company to arrive from Ered Mithrin was long delayed, as the company should have arrived a week earlier. "What could have become of them?" spoke Brivli in a confused voice. "Perhaps they were ambushed by the Goblins." said Thuri. "Goblins? Ambush Dwarves?" Brivli spoke in an irritated voice. "There have been of old times when even heavily armed Dwarves have fallen to the hands of Goblins in ambush." said Thuri. "We might as well consider that for the time that be." Brivli spoke. Brivli and his company stopped at the edge of the gorge. They had reached the Iron Hills.

"What? This is not Ered Mithrin. Bring me a map." they examined the map to find they had stumbled in the wrong direction to the Iron Hills. "The Iron Hills?" spoke Altharl "We were headed for the Withered Heath opposite Ered Mithrin." The company looked down the gorge. They stared. They saw what appered to be a speared body. Brivli sent Thuri to look. "It's Etenin!" he called. Ethenin, Son of Bruonin, was the Advisor to the Lord of the Ered Mithrin. "Search the cavern. The Goblins might have killed the others there."

A moment later, Thuri called that he'd found the others. "Then we ride to Dosrethedwelf." Dosrethedwelf is the mighty Dwarven city underneath the Erebor. "We must tell the Lord."

Along the ride, the company halted at the sound of a scream. "What?" called Althri. "Goblins." Brivli yelled. Brivli quickly drew his fine silver Erebor Walking Axe and walked to the small hill. Below he saw a Goblin. "Duradrem Plaithur!" He called as he flew down the hill. The sound of metal slicing the air rang inthe silence. The bump of the Goblin's head falling to the ground echoed throught the plain.

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Here we are!

[Blayze]

[center][size=1][b][u]Malhil, Elven Prince of Mirkwood

[/u][/b]Light steps left little of a footprint in the thick snow that covered the ground as Malhil darted from tree to tree. His bow was ready in his hand, his travelling cloak flowing behind him as he ran. It was cold. Good. Malhil felt at home in the cold. The trees of his home in Mirkwood rarely let in any light.

But here, north of Mirkwood, in the Grey Mountains, the Ered Mithrin, there had been sightings of Orcs attacking the small villages that lay around here. This was unusual behavious for Orcs, normally foul, cowardly creatures that rarely entered Elven territory, not since the Battle of the Five Armies.

But there was the occasional group of Orcs doing the only thing they knew how to do. Kill.

[b]"Dar, Malhil!" [/b]came a hissed voice from close by. Malhil turned and saw his friend, Firiel, standing behind him.

[b]"Firiel. What brings you here?" [/b]asked Malhil, [b]"I was asked to do this alone. My father requested I scout out the orcs to find out what their aim is. You are no scout, Firiel."

"I may not be a scout, but I am a warrior, and I know what these orcs are doing. They are ransacking villages to find enough equipment to attack our home. They are heading towards Mirkwood, Malhil. They hate the Elves for what we did to them in the Battle of the Five Armies."

"So what do you suggest, Firiel? It is pointless to bring a battalion of Elves here for such a small group of Orcs."

"That is why your father sent me, Malhil. He believes that together, we can destroy this threat."

[/b]Malhil smiled at his friend.

[b]"With my bow..."

"And my sword, we can destroy them."

[/b]Malhil moved forward silently, waiting for Firiel's signal. He heard the Orcs coming long before any Man could have done, and Firiel nodded. Malhil drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and fired into the gloom. A muffled scream came from the fog, and the body of an Orc rolled down the hillside.

A group of forty Orcs rushed from the fog, brandishing their rusty, ineffectual weapons.

[b]"Maeth, Firiel!"

[/b]The two elves appeared from their hiding-places, and Malhil let off two more arrows, killing more Orcs. Firiel rushed in, his long, curved Elven blade swinging, slicing through Orc-flesh. Their blood stained the ground, turning the snow to a delicate shade of pink.

Soon little was left of the Orcs but a pile of bodies, and Firiel sliced down the last one, watching as his body dropped to the floor.

[b]"Barbarians," [/b]muttered Malhil, raising the hood of his cloak once more.

[b]"They are misguided, Malhil. We cannot blame them for being obedient to Sauron. It is the only thing they know."

"Am I hearing sympathy for Orcs, Firiel? You know as well as I do what they can do! You know as well as I do what they have done to us in the past!"

"I am only saying that we cannot blame the monster, only the creator. Malhil, you are a good scout, but you must learn..."

[/b]Firiel was cut short as an Orc-blade ran through his stomach. He stared at the blade, gasping for air as the half-dead Orc wielding it twisted the blade, causing Firiel to cry out in pain.

Malhil fired an arrow at the Orc, the point crunching through it's skull, killing it. The Orc dropped, but so did Firiel.

Malhil rushed to his friend's side, and held him as he passed. He picked up Firiel's body, and began the long walk back to Mirkwood, tears streaming from his eyes...

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'Tis about 600 words, so I hope this is ok for you, Bill. Nice RP you've got here, I look forward to it.

Malhil is the equivalent of Legolas, by the way, in case you hadn't guessed.
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[Jokopoko]

[color=teal][size=1]I'm liking what I'm seeing, this should turn out to be a fairly interesting Fellowship to start off this RP. My understanding is that so far Legolas is the only original Fellowship character that has been taken on by someone. But Tyler if Brivil is taking the spot of Gimli thats fine too but I'd request you change your father to Gloin as he was one of the companions of Bilbo in the Hobbit so I'd like to keep that as part of the story.[/size][/color]

[Tyler Koregaten]

Sure, I'll edit that now.

[Delta]

[COLOR=#790A43][FONT=TimesNewRoman][COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR]Where the mountains of Ettenmoors rise from the Coldfells, a nameless river spills from the summit frosts and forth on to the plains. Never had the little-folk of the Shire nor the men of Arnor marked it in their maps for never did they see the need of going to this barren land. Yet to the Rangers and Elves, the river had always been a welcome sight for the weary: straddling its northernmost banks was an ancient fortress of the northern watchguards. There, men and elves alike take refuge from the barrenness of the north. There, the Lords of Rivendell hold sway over the land.


[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR]The last rays of the sun had barely been put out when a small company on horseback stopped at the fortress?s gate. Cerulean lamps hung from the saddles, lending the riders? green armors an ethereal radiance distinct only to articles of Elven make. The rider at the front removed his helmet and revealed a fair face framed by dark hair. He raised a gloved hand to an unseen guard and gave his command:
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR][b]?I am Elrohir of Rivendell,?[/b] said the rider, his silver eyes gleaming with light from the gate torches. [b]?Yield to thy lord, Gates of Coldfells.?[/b]
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR]No sooner had the elf finished did the massive gilded doors swing open. Though it was well-lit and peopled, hardly any sound was made in the inner court, save for the light footfalls of the soldiers and the occasional whinny of a horse. Directly across the gate was a great edifice with walls made out of polished pallid stone and stood in great contrast to the somber shaded bricks that made up the surrounding lofty walls.
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR]Elrohir alighted from his steed and drew his cloak behind him. He and his company made their way into the white structure and were greeted inside by another elf that bore a striking resemblance to Elrohir.
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR][b]?Well met, Ellada??[/b]
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR][b]?Brother! Have you news concerning the Dúnadan??[/b]
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR][b]?I have not caught sight nor hearsay of his exploits of late. Were you expecting tidings from him??[/b]
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR]Elladan said nothing but instead lead his brother into the halls. His forehead was furrowed and his thoughts remained unsounded as they made their way to a room on the second level. After making certain that no one was nearby, he set the locks on the door and bid his brother to a map hanging on the wall.
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR][b]?How fares the North Downs, Elrohir??[/b] asked Elladan.
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR][b]?As it has for countless years: silent and barren. Yet it was two nights ago when we spotted what looked like a winged creature off to the South, near Breeland.?[/b] Elrohir pointed to where Deadman?s Dike was on the map and traced a southward path to Bree. [b]?Wherever it went, it left the stench of Mordor. The Dunédain of Bree are troubled, Elladan. War is forthcoming, they say, and Sauron has indeed begun rallying terrible creatures for his hosts,?[/b] he said. Elrohir met his brother?s eye and Elladan saw that a grim look had settled on his face.
[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR][b]?The Nine are finally abroad.?[/b]


[COLOR=#EDEDED]_____[/COLOR]In the shade of night, the Gates of Coldfells parted and gave passage to the Elf-Lord once more. [i]Noro lim, Arroch[/i], he whispered to his horse. [i]Outrun the sun. Rivendell must be forewarned.[/i]


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I hope this is alright, Jokopoko-san. I thought it would be interesting if one of Arwen's brothers tagged along.
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[Ozymandius Jones]

[SIZE=1][B]"Samwise?" [/B]

Samwise Gamgee, esquire, late of the Shire, Hobbiton and Bag End, in particular, ignored the voice as he trudged down the path. He had just spent an enjoyable hour - or five - at the Green Dragon, trading tall tales and flagons of ale with his friends, and was now nursing an ever-so-slight headache from one singing Hobbit.

[B]"Samwise Gamgee, are you deaf?" [/B] Sam shook his head, finally looking up from his contemplation of the ground beneath his feet. He glared at the speaker - an ineffective action, as Samwise himself thought he was unable to harm a fly.

[B]"I ain't deaf, sir, an' if..."[/B] The speaker, a middle-aged Hobbit with a fatter-than-usual belly, continued, not pausing to allow Sam to finish his protest.

[B]"Do you or do you not serve as gardener to Bag End?" [/B] Sam let his protest die on his lips; if the older Hobbit wasn't listening, what would be the point?

[B]"Aye, sir, that'd be me...."[/B]

[B]"Rabbits seem to have gotten through your fences." [/B]The Hobbit looked at his fingers, seemingly not caring abot the relatively bad news that he was delivering. "I hear there was a group of twenty-odd or more...you may want to hurry back..."
Samwise hadn't even heard the end of that sentance, already speeding on his way.

Speeding was as foriegn to him as real anger, but he was expiriencing both at the thought of his precious gardens decimated by hungry rodents. [i]Why if they've ruined it I'll hunt the lot of 'em,"[/i] he thought grimly. That garden was his pride and joy, carefully maintained. Rabbits were not appreciated.

It only took the Hobbit ten minutes to walk the path; normally it took him forty, as he'd stop to talk with all he passed. But not today. Today the look of grim determination was enough to keep all would-be conversationalists at bay.

He'd worked for Frodo for ten years now, ever since Mister Bilbo's mysterious disappearance, ever since he, Samwise, had been a mere child of fourteen. He'd maintained the same, perfect garden for those ten years. It was a matter of pride to him now.

He burst through the gate of Bag End, stomping (carefully) through the flowerbeds, past the stands of ornimental pines, and into the back where his supposedly destroyed gardens were.

Instead of destroyed vegetation, however, what he found was - nothing. An empty, pristine garden. He turned to check the garden behind him...

[b]"Surprise!"[/b]

Several voices rang out, sending Sam jumping backwards, startled. The startled puzzlement disappeared when Frodo led a group of Hobbits dressed in party clothes out of the trees.

[B]"Master Frodo, don't [i]do[/i] that, sir!"[/B]

Frodo's only response was a cheeky grin as he began to direct the others in the proper placement of the party food. Once he seemed to realize that they had quite a firm grasp on the fact that they were not to trod on the crysanthemums, he turned to face his still-gaping servant.
[B]
"Don't do what?"

"Throw me parties, sir...t'ain't necessary..."[/B] Frodo shook his head.

[B]"Ah, Sam, but it is. Ten years you've been my gardener, and you've hardly ever taken a day off..."[/B] Sam just nodded. It [i]was[/i] the truth...Frodo's grin just grew. [B]"So, my gardener, just once...relax."[/B] He gestured at the party, now getting well on its way. [B]"I think there's a young Miss Cotton over by the dahlias..."[/B]

And Samwise made the executive decision that maybe his master was right.

Everyone needed a chance to relax.





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[COLOR=DarkOrange]Sorry it took so long. Heh. Sam I am?[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1]The heavy thudding of hooves on early morning grass echoed around the hills in The North, the laugher of men heard only barely above the loud horses. An arrow whistled through the air and eventually landed in the soft earth, still damp from last night?s dew. A man who looked to be young and fresh dropped from his horses back, his dark brown boots squelching as he strode over to fetch his arrow. His friend stayed on horseback; still laughing at the conversation the pair had shared moments before. They were Dunedain Rangers, still fresh from rigorous training, and this early morning ride was a small luxury to them.

The young man, his age about 48 years, young for a Dunedain, crouched down to pat the wet grass, sniffing two of his fingers and looking thoughtfully to the skyline. His black hair, reaching down to his shoulders, had stuck messily to his cheeks and forehead because of the sweat he had worked up while riding. The clothes he wore were thick and the leather padding was especially heavy. His deep green eyes, however, showed no sign of tiredness and his face, though showing hair along his jaw line and upper lip, was fresh. He smiled as he brought his fingers back down to the earth, speaking with a deliberately soft and slow voice, [B]?This grass?it is wet. It must be morning time.? [/B] He friend snorted and placed his fist to his mouth, not wanting to laugh out loud. He was about to speak, when the sound of a polite cough caused both men to turn, their faces growing pale. The one crouching on the grass quickly stood and bowed his head, visibly worried about what he may be punished with.

[B]?Halbereth,?[/B] the new rider spoke, a smile in his voice, [B]?I do not always take so kindly to mockery, but I feel you portrayed me rather well. Let us hope your tracking skills are as wonderful when we begin our journey.?[/B]

[B]?Aragorn, I meant no disrespect, I was merely??[/B]

Aragorn shook his head and slipped from his horse, walking over to Halbereth and laying his hand on the younger man?s shoulder. [B]?You have spirit, but you must learn to respect not only your superiors, but the earth and your foe, too. I fear you are not ready to leave this place if you cannot grasp that fact.?[/B]

By now, Halbereth?s friend was shifting nervously, not knowing exactly what he was supposed to do. Seeing his friend with his head bowed and his voice awed only happened around their Chief, the famed Aragorn. Halbereth suddenly looked up, his eyes burning with steely resolution, ?[B]I swear on my life and blood, Aragorn, that I am more ready than ever to ride with you wherever you may lead. Even if it were into the fires of Mordor!? [/B]

Aragorn could not help but smile at this young rider?s confidence and he let his hand drop back to the hilt of sword, stepping back to show the two young men that they could continue on their way.

[B]?I?ll pretend I didn?t see you this once, boys, but if I catch you again your mothers will surely hear of it.?[/B]

Halbereth let a weak smile cross his lips before hauling himself back on his horse, tapping his heels once before riding off back towards the town.

[B]?That was unfortunate, Halbereth, we could have been punished.?

?Yes, but we weren?t. Aragorn knows me, he knows I mean no harm.?

?He seems to think you?re too cocky??[/B]

Halbereth gave his friend a searing glare before looking straight ahead and bending a little, encouraging his horse to go faster.

[B]?I?ll race you home, friend, you?ll be giving me a drink once you arrive!?[/B] [/SIZE]

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[COLOR=SlateGray][i]Mithrandir, Gandalf?Grey-Wanderer. I answer to them all. People come to me for help, as most have seen what I can do, or at least have seen my fireworks and believe that someone who cane make those should also be able to fix problems?but most do not come to me because I am a member of the Istari?this may be because I do not tell many that I am Istari?

Yes?most come because of what they have seen me do, or what has been rumoured that I can do. Although some, when they see a tall man with a massive beard, don?t know what to think.

I believe some think ?Oh, he looks like us! He cannot be anything special?? Or ?I would not dare to ask THAT man a favour?he is so much larger and more powerful than me??

And now that I think of it, I must say I get the most requests from the elves?they know the most of my legend, while to the other races that I dare speak to, I am but a magician, powerful, yes, but someone who is not to be bothered. [/i]

Gandalf paused in his writing to get up and make his way to Bilbo?s kitchen ? he bumped his head on the low door frame.

[i]Always forget to duck?[/i]He set the kettle on and moved to the window, bending down to peer outside at the early morning sun lighting up the valley. He became so caught up in the beauty of the landscape that he did not hear Bilbo as he padded up softly behind him.

?What are you thinking about, old friend?? Gandalf turned slowly to look at Bilbo.

?I am thinking?what a shame it is, that these hard times are coming...and I am wishing that they were not. Things are changing?? Bilbo nodded slowly.

?I know, old friend?the changes feel heavy in the air?? He turned and left the kitchen, making his way outside. Gandalf placed the kettle on the fire and returned to the desk he was using, and after picking up his pen returned to his journal entry.

[URL=http://www.thecharly.f2s.com/film/gandalf.jpg]Gandalf[/URL] [/COLOR]

[Jokopoko]

[color=teal][size=1]Well I'm glad that quite a few people have signed up for this little adventure but sadly we can't start until we have the characters of Merry and Pippin. While we wait here's how the Fellowship looks currently, excluding myself:

Samwise Gamgee - [b]Ozymandius Jones[/b]
Gandalf - [b]StarrStruck[/b]
Malhil - [b]Blayze[/b]
Boromir - [b]Gavin[/b]
Brivli - [b]Tyler Koregaten[/b]
Halbereth - [b]Ezekiel[/b]
Elrohir - [b]Delta[/b]
Aldian - [b]Crucifix[/b]

Congrats to those of you who are in the Fellowship, if anyone who could play Merry or Pippin springs to mind please direct them to this RP so we can get going with it.

[i]N/B: I've not heard from Drix for some time so if you can also think of anyone suitible for Frodo please send me a PM with a link to some of their RP work.[/i][/size][/color]

[KKC]

[size=1][color=darkgreen][center]For you, Joko.

[u]Peregrin Took, heir to the Thain of the Shire[/u]

Rays of sunlight peaked through the round circular window of the hobbit hole, landing gently on a pile of jumbled bed sheets. The mess wriggled slightly and let out a muffled growling noise, similar to that of a cave troll. Slowly, the thing rose up from its resting spot and let out another strange gurgling noise. With a quick movement the sheets were whipped off and revealed a young hobbit with a grumpy expression on his face. Like most hobbits he was a little over three feet and a clump of curly hair. The hobbit kept his light green eyes half way closed as he shakily stood from the bed and shuffled out of the room, going down a hallway.

The next room he entered had a large round table covered with scraps of parchment and bread crumbs. On the right there was counter top that contained a loaded sink of dishes and a few cabinets sat above it. The hairy footed one glumly made his way over to one of the cabinets that was slightly opened and passed another window on the way, light stinging his still delicate eyes.

?Uh, go bother someone else.? He grumbled angrily to the smiling sun.

Shaking his curly brown locks, the pint sized man pulled out a loaf of bred and turned on his tea kettle to prepare his breakfast. He pulled a few chunks off the loaf and swiped butter across the top, with the same stick that he had left out last night. The kettle soon started to whistle and he poured himself a nice hot cup of tea. Just as the sleepy hobbit sat down and got comfortable, a knock came from the front door. This was turning out to be a terrible day.

?Won?t you come back after breakfast time?? The young man called out. He waited for some kind of remark, but no answer or knock came again.

?Pippin, did you know that you are quite rude to visitors??

Pippin jumped from the sudden voice and quickly turned his head towards the kitchen window to see a man not much older than himself snickering at him.

?Only to those who come at breakfast time.? Pippin remarked and quickly poured another cup of tea for his friend, who gratefully took it, ?So, what brings you by so early, Merry??

The light haired hobbit took a sip of his tea and answered with a twinkling in his eye, ?I heard farmer Brunswick just got a new fishing boat. I thought maybe we should test it out for him to make sure it hasn?t any leaks.?

Pippin felt the excitement rise within him, ?I?ll meet you behind his shed in an hour!? He exclaimed and jumped from his spot to go change. Merry nodded and ran off as well to get his fishing gear.

After a hurried change of attire, Pippin came bounding out of his hobbit hole and ran through the green grass that was wet with morning dew. Perhaps today wasn?t so bad after all. [/size][/color][/center]