RPG: The War for Middle-earth!!!!

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

*The fires of Isengard are growing stronger, already saruman has taken Rohan forcing its people to flee into mirkwood, Lothlorien is on the edge of falling, men and elves have joined forces to fight back the enemy and many other races are starting to pull together for the same reason, the people of Gondor are desperately trying to regain their territiory in Minas Tirith and Osgiliath, the people have been forced to flee to lothlorian, The army of Mirkwood is marching to Lothlorian to assist Galadriels people in their fight for survival whilst Rivendell has opened up as a refuge base for the many suffering free peoples of middle-earth*

*Legolas is in Mirkwood, in his fathers hall, also there is gandalf, aragorn and gimli, Thranduil has a grave look on his face*

:ring:

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

They talk for many hours, eventually Legolas leaves the hall to summon a messenger to go to Rivendell, He stops to talk to no one, everyone can see that he has a grave look upon his face and that whatever is happening it is serious.

OOC: If you want to play Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli or Thranduil you can I was just setting the scene.

Let the rpg begin!!

[doleniel]

Meanwhile, Doleniel is busy instructing her healers

"You will be needed in many places, so you must listen carefully. You will be divided up into three groups. The largest group, which will be under me, will march with the army to Lorien. There we will have a field division and a refugee division. AS you know, the people fo Gondor are fleeing to Lorien, and they may need our aid.
One of the other groups will be sent to Rivendell, also to deal with refugees. The final group will stay here, in Mirkwood.
For group assignments, see the list on the wall. Those of you that will be leaving, pack as soon as possible, for I know not when we will depart."

Doleniel leaves the healers and sees Legolas. She joins him.

"What news, mellon? From the look on your face, tidings are very serious indeed>"

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas glances up at her and sighs

"Yes, yes it is serious indeed, Edoras has been destroyed, most of the people manadged to get out and are now regrouping in Lorien, the women and children are fleeing to rivendell, but they are on thier own and open to an attack, My father has ordered a 100 of our soldiers to march out and assist them in anyway possible to get to Rivendell, but there is far worst news than that, Orcs have been spotted on the eastern borders of the forest, Gandalf has advised my father to to send forces to Lorien, but My father is persistant in the fact that if Lorien falls then there will be no one left to defend mirkwood, So I am sending out messengers to rivendell, the grey havens and to the iron hills, Imrahils people should be in the haverns now and hopefully they will all answer and come before it is too late, now if you excuse me I have to be running along"

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa is riding through the forest between Rivendell and Mirkwood when she is attacked by a band of Orcs bearing the white hand

"Isengard scum!" she yells and plunges into a fierce battle. Finally she decides that they are too much for her to handle alone. She blows the Horn of Galadriel, hoping that her fellow elves will come to her aid. She blows it once more and is shot in the left arm with an arrow... she goes back into battle using her sword in her right hand only....

[Saruman]

*Meanwhile, at Fangorn*

Saruman has taken over the kingdom of Rohan. Wormtongue has been instrumental in his plans, so Saruman has handed over that which his spy desires most, the lady Eowyn, to the only remaining man of Rohan who has not fled.

He is currently alone, in the very centre of Fangorn. From his mouth erupt great booming noises, which cause the trees to bend and listen. Roughly translated, he tells the trees:

'Look! On the edge of the forest are stumps; horrid carcassses of where your kin once were. The Elves are turning against you; they are corrupted under the influence of Sauron. They have gone mad, eliminating all other races. See, they have destroyed Rohan. They will not stop until all you are all dead.
'But I am going to help you. I ask only that you awaken, and do what I say.
'North of this forest is the wood of Lorien, the heart of Elvendom on Middle Earth. You can eaily outnumber and overpower the Elves there; their people are dwindling, a factor which is contributing to their madness. They have been able to fell those of your kin who were asleep, but they know not how to defeat an angry Huorn; their skills lie in bows and swords, not fire and axes. When you have defeated the Elves, their kind will be splintered; they will flee, and you will have saved the wood.'

The reply to this, unintelligible to all but Saruman, pleases himgreatly, and the forest, slowly and unnoticed, moves North. For Saruman had thought ahead, and instructed his workers to gather wood from the north edge of Fangorn, thus tricking the Huorns to turn against Lorien.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas hears the horn "That is the horn of Galadriel......Telfea"

Legolas Mounts his horse but is stopped by Gandalf "Wait, Telfea is far outside the forest, by the time you get there She will of already been slain!"

one of the eagles flies in low "Its is ok Mithrandir I shall go!" the eagle takes flight and approaches Telfea, he swwops down low taking out most of the orcs the others flee into the path of the awaiting spiders.

"You look like you could use some help" he says in a deep voice, "Climb on and I shall take you into Mirkwood"

[Silvorn]

The wind swept across the sea in powerful gusts heralding ill news. Far it travelled, until at great length it reached the very shores of Valinor. There stood Culnaur, Commanding General of the Vanyar, watching his elven warriors as they practiced techniques passed down the ages, having undergone years of mastery and refinement. Glittering rows of soldiers, gilded in gold mail, cloaked in red. Day after day they would practice, and for what? Nothing as far as Culnaur was concerned. Ever since the retreat of Melkor to Middle Earth the forces of the Undying Lands had experienced little combat whatsoever. The blissfull refuge of these lands was so magically guarded that no foe could even discover the shores, much less set foot on them.

"Form ranks!" he yelled in his deep commanding voice. "Reposition, archers! Front lines, erect the shield wall! Break lines! Swordsman advance!"

Day after day, practice. Culnaur was growing restless. Weapons master and commander, he sat watching his army carry out his instruction. He had heard tales of the wars fought Middle Earth. He had sat in pent frustration as he listened to stories of all the strife inflicted by the likes of Morgoth and Sauron. Frustration of not being able to accomplish anything; frustration at not being there to fight with his kin. His gaze turned longingly eastward, across the sea. The shadow was still present on those distant shores, and it was growing.

Frantic cries broke the serenity of the crisp morning air. Among the waves was a torn and battered vessel. Its occupant flinging her arms violently in haste. She was elf-kind, as could be expected, but her manner of dress was uncommon. Immediately breaking from his post, Culnaur strode to where the small ship was landing on the beach.

This commander himself was clad in red and gold. Various gold stitched flame designs gave contrast to the crimson fabric. His raiment was of high-elven fashion, although cut slightly unique -- just enough to differentiate him from the rest of his regiment.

A red overtunic extended to just above his knees, along with vambraces on each forearm common to the style of the Eldar. His sandy blonde hair was tied back to fall behind just past his shoulders. He carried no bow, yet sheathed at his left hip was exquisitly crafted hand and a half sword; it's shining brass hilt had a blood-red ruby inserted in the crossguard that acted as a gentle barrier to the slightly leafed curve of the two edged blade. His red cloak swayed slightly as he walked forward with a natural air of authority.

The elf maiden approached him, head held high. Long brown hair trailing to her waiste, her dark blue dress divided to allow freedom of movement. The short sword at her belt was her only other adornment, but her regal beauty and intelligence was a weapon in itself. Culnaur stared at her respectfully as an equal, saluting her fist to heart and offering a slight bow as he let a smile slip across his face.

"I have journeyed from the Grey Havens," she began, "seeking aid. Darkness has engulfed the land of Middle Earth. Few kingdoms remain free of this scourge. This fight cannot be won alone. Already, the forces of Middle Earth are gathering together to defend one another. I have come to ask for any help the people of these shores may offer. What say you?"

Culnaur looked behind at his warriors. Examining row upon row. They were his elite forces, the other remnant of the army was under the command of his advisors. He could take these few warriors and still leave behind a sizeable force left to protect Valinor. Finally, the need had risen, the call had been issued. At last, a chance to prove the valor of his warriors. Most of all, his blade would at last find action in battle.

"We will come," he stated definitively. By now his second in command stood a few yards off, eager to discover the purpose of this new stranger. Turning to him, Culnaur issued the order.

"Ready the ships. We leave for Middle Earth with the rising of the sun tomorrow. The minions of Sauron will finally taste the vengeance of the Light-elves."

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa immediately climbs onto the Eagle's back and goes into Mirkwood. The gatekeepers see that she is wounded and try to force her to the houses of healing.

"I have to see your King!" she shouted at them. "I care not that I am wounded right now, there is time for that later. I beg you, please take me to Thranduil. OR I will find him myself."

[Lady Melody]

Morfae was standing on a balcony facing north-east of Lothlorien. She was dressed in a highly demure forest-green dress, her facial expression blank.

"The wind whispers too harshly now, the calm waters are stirred," she said softly to herself. A passing breeze caught her hair, and caressed it with care. "Soon, the time come will come."

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien Startraveler looked at the elves beside her. Their expression was that of an warrior who had seen many wars. She gently carressed the feather top of the arrow in her hand. The orcs were moving towards the flank of Elves guarding the Elven City of Thranduil.
"Release the arrows!" She yelled in Elvish. Hundreds of arrows flashed past her head as she released her own. A second later, the target had found its target. The orc fell groaning to the ground, the arrow pretruding from its forehead. But the orcs kept coming.
"Swords!" she ordered. Rawien threw down her bow and reached back to find her sword in the sheath on her back. Fiercely the orcs plunged into the ranks of armed Elves. Suddenly, the Eagles returned to the front, and with their claws grapping many orcs, twirling them up into the air.

[Silvorn]

A bright yellow sun peaked above the tall crest of the great white mountain, Taniquetil, bathing the horizon in a vibrant flame of orange. The ships were prepared, the warriors were all positioned. Five hundred strong, their golden gilded armor flashed in the new arriving light, their red cloaks swaying in the westward wind.

Culnaur stood at the prow of the first ship, breathing the sea air deeply. Today was the day. He was just about to give the signal to launch, when his eye caught a messenger walking along the dock toward the white ships. The messenger carried an oddly shaped bundle wrapped in fine linen. At length, he reached the lead ship.

"Yes?" the red clad commander asked as the messenger approached him.

"I come baring tidings from Manwe," the messenger answered. "You know he does not approve of you leaving, but nonetheless, he favors you and sends his well wishes. He has also asked that I give you this."

The messenger unfolded the linen cover to reveal a marvelous bow crafted from rare wood staned a deep crimson and gilded with brass vine designs that shone as gold in the sunlight, and with it came a filled red leather quiver also gilded with brass flame designs -- the markings of Culnaur's House. Culnaur stared in awe, such a gift would not go refused. He strapped the quiver to his back, and gently shouldered the bow. It would be of great use in the struggle to come.

"Send my thanks to Manwe," offered Culnaur. "We shall return."

The messenger bowed and left. At the lift of Culnaur's hand the ships launched. Mixed thoughts of confusion and aniticipation brooded in the commander's mind. The maiden, that had arrived upon the shores the day prior had mysteriously vanished. His blue eyes stared gazing at the foam curling atop the waves carved by the ship as he pondered who she could have been. But he quickly banished the thoughts, and dwelled on those more encouraging. He gave the hilt of his sword a reassuring tap, and gazed eastward.

He would heed the call for help, and his people would not remain idle in the refuge of Valinor. They would reach the shores of Middle Earth in a few days. There they would meet together with Imrahil's people, and march to the aide of the enemies of darkness.

The Vanyar were sailing to war . . .

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Back in the city of Thranduil hundreds were fleeing in panic as the orcs set in, burning the forests and killing all in their way.

Legolas fights his way to his fathers hall, "Father, Father we have to leave now, they have broken through our defences!" Thranduil looks around him in despare to think that it would be him who would witness the great halls built by his fore fathers turn to ruin, "It appears that the time of the elves rule in this forest has reached its peak, but I WILL NOT!!! LET OUR PEOPLE FALL!" Thranduil marches outside "EVERYONE!! MAN YOUR POSTS, GIVE WORD TO THE WOMAN AND CHILDREN TO HEAD FOR THE REFUGE OF RIVENDELL" He calls for the eagles "FLY NOW TO RIVENDELL, GET HELP, CALL FOR ELRONDS FORCES TO ASSIST US" turning to Legolas he says "I am trusting you to save Mirkwood, do not fail me I am to travel to Lorien with Aragorn and Gandalf, send out riders to assist the woman and children, let the rest stay here and defend the city, when and if Rivendells forces come to assist, you then should make for Lorien" and with that he runs to the stables with Gandalf and Aragorn, Legolas watches his father leave and turns out and gives the orders his father just gave him, he bearly has time to finish when he suddenly comfronted by Orcs and Uruk-hai.

Legolas realeases arrow after arrow killing as many as he can, he then whips out his knives and takes down as many as he can.

[Lady Melody]

OOC : Somehow realistic literary eludes the participants of this RPG. *sighs* Still, it makes for not that bad a read.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

OOc; yeah but, this rpg is like separate from lotr, might not of even happened as far as this plot is concerned.

Legolas kills as many of the approaching orcs as possible, but he doesn't notice the arrows that are heading towards him.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa runs into the town and catches Thranduil as he is leaving
"Thranduil! Where are you going?" Thranduil tells her what is going on and tells her to stay and help defend Mirkwood (he doesn't know she's injured) , she agrees and runs to the battle. She slays many orcs with her arrows, and then sees that Legolas is in danger and takes out her knives and blocks the arrows before they hit him and goes on killing other orcs

[Tirithel]

EOWYN at ISENGARD

The room was cold. The Lady of Rohan's eyes burned into the floor, a smoldering hate in her heart. The rubbed her arms and looked around. The furniture was sparse, with only a small table and chair in the corner and a few blankets piled on the floor- meant to be a bed, she supposed.

Only a week ago, she had slept warm on a feather mattress, nestled deep into wool blankets with her head on a cool pillow back at Edoras. She recalled the faint smell of roasting meats, gentle candlelight flickering on a mirror in her bedroom, and the mud on her riding boots laying on the floor as she drifted into peaceful sleep.

But that was gone now. All of them were gone, and Edoras burned in the night.

An angry tear sprang to her eyes and her lips quivered as she fought the rush of crying coming on. Feeling small and defenseless, she paced softly to the pile of blankets on the floor and curled up within them, but she could find no sleep.

Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the tiny barred window above her. Rising, she peeked over its high ledge and looked out into the dread forest of Fangorn.

No! It could not be. Eowyn strained her eyes to focus; the trees were...moving!

OOC: Saruman, if you'd like to play Grima as well that'd be cool. ;) Interruptions are welcome!

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ANORWEN riding through MIRKWOOD

Her grey horse crashed through the brush and thick trees. Anorwen clung frantically to his mane and held her head close to his neck. Orcs were behind her; she had barely escaped them...

Anorwen closed her dark eyes and tried desperately to block out their horrible voices. Branches scratched at her face and tore at her bloodstained dress, but she didn't care.

Suddenly, like a tidal wave, the sound of battle filled her ears. She opened her eyes just as the grey horse shot into a small clearing, full of battle. Elves and orcs grappled and sliced into eachother. Archers aimed and fired, orcs screeched, and the fair elven voices of the Sindar were raised in battle cries. She looked about, bewildered and horrified.

Strangely, amid the shock, Anorwen espied a blond man, with eyes blue as the sea-sky and a fine light that played on his face. He was shouting orders in a foreign tongue to those about him, and wielded a pair of knives, spinning and leaping so gracefully that he may as well have been dancing his foes to death. For a moment, the war-weary maiden's heart stopped as she first gazed on Legolas of Mirkwood, and forgot all else.

But peace was not hers at the moment. Spying this timid newcomer, two Uruks had rushed the grey horse and tried to pull her down, snarling and cursing, with an evil intent in their eyes. Anorwen gave a great shriek, and terrified, would have turned the horse and sped back into the forest. But they'd gotten the best of her, and she tumbled from its back. She hit the ground with a thud, and immediately the cruel claws of her assailents were around her arms. Not again, she thought, as desperate tears began to stream down her cheeks. I've only just gotten free...NO!

Alone though she was, she fought like a tigress for all her beauty and slenderness. Screaming madly and lunging her small body back and forth within their grasp, kicking her legs about and thrashing wildly with her arms,she fought them, refusing to go back to that cell. Finally, one of their grips slipped, and with her free hand she grabbed the hilt of a sword in its belt.

Shocked by the hidden might of what they'd thought would be an easy mark, the two Uruks fell easily as she cut madly through their flesh. But more approached, and like a cornered beast, Anorwen fought for her life, crying frantically and screaming as though she were insane.

[Silvorn]

The great fleet of ships was an imposing view for any who chanced glance in their direction. White sails flairing in the afternoon gusts, they slowed their advance as they reached the harbors. Culnaur took the first step, his first step on Middle Earth. Were it not for the circumstance he would have been filled with excitement, but all around them, the havens lay deserted. Not a soul was present to witness the arrival of the Light-elves to the Grey Havens.

The red cloaked commander's eyes warily searched the surroundings in tense aprehension. Something was amiss, someone should have been stationed here. The wind had gone uncomfortably still. The sails of the great ships hung limp in the waining sunlight.

Culnaur motioned for his men to vacate the vessels that had born them east. They filed out onto the expanse of the dock, row by row until, at last, all five hundred stood ready. To few , thought the commander. But they were all he was alotted.

"Stay together," he instructed, even if it was just for his personal need to break the oppressive quiet of the havens. Taking a few hurried strides he walked towards a table on the mainland. Upon it was a few scattered papers and maps that looked to have been strewn accross it in great haste. One of the maps contained an entire depiction of this Middle Earth, from Lindon to South Harad.

Picking up the map, he began trying fill in the pieces of the mental puzzle forming in his head. No one was here, there was a reason, and he would discover it. Studying the map more closely he saw hastily scrolled lines drawn indicating troop positions and such. The lines ended as they interecepted a large circle drawn directly over Lothlorien.

"That's where they've gone!" he whispered to himself.

His elven warriors stood tall awaiting their lord's command. Folding the map carefully and sliding it securely in his belt he signaled to his patrol leaders to come forward. The five of them, one for each hundred, were immediately at his side.

"Ready the soldiers. We march for Lorien at once," he ordered.

The armor clad patrol leaders sprang into action, issuing high-elven commands for the warriors to form ranks. Within moments the entire force was mobilized with Culnaur at their head. The structured columns made their way out of the havens and into the forests of Eriador. The same eerie calm present at the havens existed in the woodlands as well.

Culnaur gave periodic glances over his shoulder and around every tree. The feeling of being watched was escalating to an uncomfortable itch in the back of his neck.

"Stay alert," he said, "who knows what could be lurking in the trees of this land."

This land was new to all of them. It filled them all with wonder and amazement at the same time it engendered within them a need for caution. These trees were exquisitly beautiful, but even the most ugly foe can be hidden behind the most fair limbed tree. Culnaur's eye caught a fleeting shadow between the tree trunks. He was alert in an instant.

"Ring formation!" he cried. "Archers collect in the central hub. Swordsmen position in an inner circle around the archers. Construct the shield wall!"

In unruly response, orc screeches filled the void of noise in the forest. Culnaur nocked a brass tipped arrow to his bow. Quicker than a blink, the red shaft sped through the air striking an orc between the eyes. More orcs appeared out of thikets and from behind tree trunks. A swirling mass without order whose only objective was to swarm, and overwhelm the enemy.

Culnaur's warriors were more than prepared for the abrupt attack. Red cloaked archers in gilded armor released an onslaught of arrows so dense that the sun seemed to have been shadowed for an instant. A few black feathered arrows breached the shield wall and desparingly found their mark in an elven warrior. Fixed with a serene calm, the archers continued their firing until every last one of the orcs had been destroyed. As if in rejoicing, the sounds of songbirds and insects returned to the forests.

"Break into separate companies. Recover all arrows that you can," commanded Culnaur as he set out to find his own shafts.

After gathering all they could, most once again with a full quiver, the warriors formed ranks. This would be no simple march. At that moment, every elf steeled themselves for what may lie ahead. Culnaur walked to the head of the column and set off without a word, his sandy blonde hair swaying with his stride. He was determined to reach Lorien, nothing was going to stand in the way of him aiding his Middle Earth kin, nothing.

[Saruman]

OOC: OK, I'll be poor old Grima. Lady Melody, of course it's not in the book, otherwise Rohan would not be defeated, Grima would not have Eowyn, and Saruman wouldn't have tried arousing the Huorns! lol

GRIMA at ISENGARD

Grima had locked himself in one of the tower's smaller rooms, and was sobbing. He was unhappy, but he did not know why; he had Eowyn, isn't that what he had wanted? He had asked for better food and bedding for her, but Saruman had reminded him that that had not been a condition.

SARUMAN at ISENGARD

Saruman had taken much pleasure in making it unpleasant for Wormtongue and Eowyn. He had given them small rooms near the top of the tower. He rarely saw them, and never heard them. Though they did not know it, he had virtually trapped them.
He looked out of the window. The Huorns were moving, but towards Isengard! At the head of the army marched the Ents, led by a familiar one with green eyes. Treebeard! He must havemade the Huorns aware that Saruman was the one responsible for the death of their kin.
But they were no match for the forces of Isengard, thought Saruman. He laughed, went to the balcony, and commanded his orcs to prepare fire and boiling oil.

[doleniel]

Doleniel, as she moved among the battle searching for injured fighters, glanced up and saw a young woman on a grey horse being beset by orcs. Though she seemed in need of aid, it appeared that no one else had noticed her. Angry at the ignorance of the rest of the elves, she shouldered her healer's bag and drew her two longest daggers. She began fighting through the crowd of orcs to aid the yelling woman. Eventually, the two fought off most of the orcs.

"Tis a strange time for a newcomer to appear in the forest. What brings you to Mirkwood?"

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Meanwhile Legolas was fighting for his life and the lives of his kin, he glances to Telfea and in elvish shouts "Get these wounded out of here, we cannot hold them for long!" he turns back killing more orcs but seemed that no matter how many he killed more appeared, two arrows are fired at him and he just manages to avoid being hit "Come on rivendell.....will you not come?" he says quietly to himself.

the orcs catapult boulders and burning oil into the city setting alight to the trees and buildings, orcs fire hundreds of arrows at the elven warriors killing hundreds, Legolas stands up but winces and looks down to see an arrow deep in his thigh, He limps over to the approaching orcs and tries to kill as many as possible in a last desperate attempt to defend his city.

[Rawien Startraveler]

As Legolas limps through the orcs, slaying as he goes, he suddenly hears a horn blow. It is an Elven horn.. Out of the smoke, he sees Rawien and some other elves approach the battlefield. She's riding on her horse, firing arrows at an impressing speed, clearing a path for the wounded. Turning the horse, she rides towards Legolas.
"Come with me," She says to him in Elvish and pulls him up behind her. "Hold on to me." Feeling the weight of his body against her back, she turns her attention forward. "Noro lim, Mithdar,"

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas whips out his bow and fires arrows as he rides with Rawien, the pain in his leg starts to increase, but he stiull carries on fighting, the other elves around them pull out their knives and fight, from both sides come showers of arrows, Rawien and Legolas' path is blocked when a burning tree falls in front of them.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa gets her horse and piles the wounded on top of the horse and goes tells her horse in Elvish to hurry on to Rivendell. She then blows the Horn of Galadriel many times hoping that Imladris or Lothlorien or SOMEONE will aide them. She continues fighting suddenly she felt a pulling in the back of her neck and with that she out like a light

[Silvorn]

The Vanyar forces had been marching for days along the treachorous land of Middle Earth. All along their journey they had encountered various bands of orcs and had engaged in hurried skirmishes resulting in the decimation of the enemy patrols. Alagos, second in command, walked up to Culnaur at the head of the marching column.

"Where do you plan to travel, my lord," he inquired.

Culnaur pulled the map from his belt and opened it wide to share it with his second.

"These lines lead first to Rivendell, then to Lorien," the red cloaked commander pointed. "As much as I would wish to take a direct route to the Golden Wood, I fear that it may not be the wisest of paths to trod. Circumstances in war are constantly changing. We must first stop in Imladris to acquire an update of Middle Earth's current position."

Alagos nodded as he studied the map. "Yes," he offered, "that seems to be the best course of action. When do you assume we will arrive?"

"If we keep this pace, we should be there this very day," Culnaur said as he quickly made a mental calculation of the distance based on the map's key. "That would place us in Rivendell by noon."

Alagos nodded, and returned to his regiment. Culnaur placed the map back within his belt and readjusted the bow on his shoulder. All ready it had proven its value. Countless times upon the journey he had been called to use this fine bow and it had not failed him.

The sun was reaching it's zenith when the cascading falls of Rivendell came into view. Imladris was swelling with all manner of refugees. Elven warriors were preparing for battle; the smithies were active, their forge fires burned bright even at mid-day. The sight of the Vanyar marching forward, the sunlight blazing golden upon their brass and bronze armor, struck many with a sense of amazement and utter shock. Well nigh five hundred warriors, for they had lost very few on the journey, entered the main courtyard of Rivendell. Many elves gazed in excitement, hope rekindled in their eyes.

Elrond stepped toward them after the last piece of his armor had been fitted. Culnaur strode ahead of his army to intercept the master of Imladris. For a few tense moments the two elf-lords stared at one another.

"This is unheard of," Elrond whispered. "The Light-elves of Valinor come to aid those of Middle Earth. Why have you come, what is your true purpose?"

"We have come to join you in your fight. I am Culnaur, Commanding General of the Vanyar. Never have my eyes beheld such great peril and desperation in the hearts of my kin. We will fight with you, Elrond of Rivendell."

"The time of your coming is honored indeed, my cousin," replied Elrond. "We march for Mirkwood at once, for there our swords are sorely needed."

"What of Lorien?" asked the red cloaked commander.

"They have steadfastly kept the enemy at bay for the moment. Thranduil's realm has been overrun. We must reach them with all possible haste. Their very strength hangs by but a thread. We must leave at once," explained Elrond.

"Then we will come," stated Culnaur. "May the light of the Valar shine upon our blades, Elrond of Rivendell, as we draw them together upon the field of battle."

The call was issued, the horns were blown. The combined forces of Rivendell and the Vanyar hastened from Imladris with the wind at their heels. Culnaur and Elrond strode side by side at the army's head, each hoping they would not arrive too late. . .

[Rawien Startraveler]

"Well, Legolas? You've got any tricks up your sleeve?" Rawien asks Legolas as they try to find another way past the burning tree. "The road on your right," He murmurs. "ride that way." As arrows keeps raining down on them, Mithdar takes them down a hidden path. "Where is it taking us?" Rawien shouts over her shoulder. The wind is making her hair unruly. Legolas is beginning to weigh on her. Rawien looks down at his thigh. "We need to get that arrow out of your thigh.
"I know," Legolas says. "This road will take us to small cave. Small, but out of the way." He winces as his left hand clutches around the wound, his other arm wrapped around Rawien's waist.

[Tirithel]

ANORWEN in MIRKWOOD

"Tis a strange time for a newcomer to appear in the forest. What brings you to Mirkwood?" the stranger said. Anorwen paused in her mad sword-swinging and eyed her with fear. The lady had golden eyes of fire and long hair of burning red. She spoke with an accent unfamiliar to the Gondorian maid, and had the same light on her face as the man she'd spotted before. The woman's tone seemed welcoming enough, but Anorwen had only one thing on her mind: to escape back to her homeland.

In a timid but potent voice, she replied, "An evil wind and ill luck." She did not look the woman in the face, but instead stared blankly at her feet before raising her head again to find her horse and be off. She wanted no more of this accursed war, only to be safe at home within the white walls of Minas Tirith.

In a quick glance around she saw that the fight was going ill with the elves; orcs scuttered all around and many of the Fair folk had found horses and were fleeing. Anorwen snagged the grey beast that had borne her hither and prepared to pull herself onto its back.

[Silvorn]

The clamor of battle clanged through the forest as Culnaur and Elrond ran through the trees. The two commanders had kept their armies at a hard, steady march for all of the preceeding days. Finally, they had arrived in Mirkwood.

Culnaur's eyes flung open in shock at what lay before him as he burst through the trees into a wide clearing. As far as the elven eye could reach, enemy forces were everywhere blanketing the expanse before Thranduil's gate in seething darkness. Orcs adorned in mismatched armor swarmed in hostile rage as their hideous gutteral voices cried forth grotesque challenges. The forces of Mirkwood were sadly depleted. All about them, elves were overwhelmed and taken down by the enemy tirade.

"So this is what we have left our shores to battle," whispered Culnaur. "So be it."

The red clad commander motioned silently for Elrond to join him. The lord of Rivendell strode forward quickly. Behind them, both the armies of the Vanyar and those of Imladris awaited command. At least the Valar had granted them a little fortune. Their arrival had gone unnoticed by the orcs as they ferocously bludgeoned any nearby Wood-elves. The two commanders spoke hurriedly, agreeing upon a plan at last. They would formulate a full out charge with their swordsmen, leaving the archers behind to pelt the enemy until their arrows were spent.

Culnaur drew his brass hilted sword from its red leather sheath, its blade gleamed brightly. Elrond drew forth his sword as well, and together the two commanders cerimoniously tapped their blades together before returning to their armies.

"Form ranks," yelled Culnaur, the magniminity of his voice enhanced by his exhileration for the approaching battle. "Archers remain behind. Fire upon the enemy until your quivers lay empty, then, draw your shortswords and join the fray. All swordsmen and spear wielders gather at the front and prepare to charge."

The warriors instantly positioned themselves for the charge. Elrond's soldiers creating similar formations.

"Sound the horns," cried Elrond. Immediately the deep reverberating rumble of the elven horns flooded the forest heralding the arrival of reinforcements.

"Charge!" commanded Culnaur as he sprinted off himself followed closely by Elrond.

As an avalanche down a mountain side, the combined armies of the Vanyar and Imladris surged forward with lethal grace. Culnaur's blade was the first to taste enemy blood as he made a rapid side-stroke decapitating a wide eyed orc. Utilizing his momentum, he spun to the left arcing his blade upward, severing the thigh of yet another foe. Completing the circuit, he dipped down thrusting his sword into a different enemy's back.

All around him, his gold and red clad warriors engaged themselves in the use of their long hilted swords, glaives, and spears, scything down the enemy as wheat in a field awaiting harvest. Each elf relying on deadly techniques practiced through the ages. White feathered arrows rained down upon the black mass of the orcs, every shaft aimed true. Already, the enemy force had been decimated. Demoralized and frightened, the orcs turned to retreat only to find the remaining Mirkwood soldiers at their front and the forces of the Culnaur and Elrond at their back.

There would be no mercy this day. Black blood soaked the grassy clearing as the sunlight danced brilliantly upon the armor clad legions of elves wielding death with every stroke. The dark flame of despair had been quenched; the spark of hope rekindled.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Originally posted by Rawien Startraveler
"Well, Legolas? You've got any tricks up your sleeve?" Rawien asks Legolas as they try to find another way past the burning tree. "The road on your right," He murmurs. "ride that way." As arrows keeps raining down on them, Mithdar takes them down a hidden path. "Where is it taking us?" Rawien shouts over her shoulder. The wind is making her hair unruly. Legolas is beginning to weigh on her. Rawien looks down at his thigh. "We need to get that arrow out of your thigh.
"I know," Legolas says. "This road will take us to small cave. Small, but out of the way." He winces as his left hand clutches around the wound, his other arm wrapped around Rawien's waist.

Legolas turns to see orcs pursuing them and whips out his bow to kill as many as they can, their luck suddenly changes as another burning tress crashes to the ground crushing the chasing orcs and blocking the path for the rest, raiwiens horse slows as they arrive at the cave, legolas climbs of and winces as he hits the ground.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Originally posted by Legolas of Mirkwood
Legolas turns to see orcs pursuing them and whips out his bow to kill as many as they can, their luck suddenly changes as another burning tress crashes to the ground crushing the chasing orcs and blocking the path for the rest, raiwiens horse slows as they arrive at the cave, legolas climbs of and winces as he hits the ground.


Rawien climps down beside him and looks at the wound. It is bad. Dragging him by the shoulders, she makes her way into the cave. Mithdar follows without making a noise. "Stay here," she says to Legolas in elvish. He nods. "Guard him, Mithdar," Rawien says to her horse as she leaves the cave.
Outside the cave, Rawien creeps around the area, making sure that no orc has found them. The tree is still burning.
"Hello, pretty thing," she suddenly hears someone say. She turns around to see an orc approaching her from the burning tree. His face is black with smoke and a scar divides his face in two. He is really ugly.
"You will not leave this place alive, orc," Rawien says and draws her sword. The orc grins and charges at her. Sidestepping, Rawien blocks the orc's sword and swings it in a low up-going cut; it hits the orc at his arm pit. Growling, the orc charges again. Turning on her heels, Rawien thusts her elbow in the orc's face, making him scream. "Oh, so the little orc can scream, can he," Rawien snorts at him. And then, with her sword she finish him off. Groaning, the orc, falls to the ground.

Back in the cave, she finds Mithdar lying beside Legolas, guarding him with his body. "Good, boy," she says. Rawien looks at Legolas. Suddenly he doesn't look like so stuck-up as she thought he would be. Legolas looks up at her and half-smiles. "Any orcs left for me?" He says.
"Yes; I believe Mordor is still full of them," Rawien says, her hands a bit shaky as she begins to tend his wound.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas shifts his leg into a more comfortable possition, he leans his head against the cave wall and laughs slightly

"who would of thought that prince Legolas and the fine lady Raiwien, would have to resort to hiding in a cave, do you have any idea where thsi goes, I'm sure we will have to find out before the day is done"

Legolas notices that she is shaking and raises his eyebrow slightly.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Sensing his gaze, Rawien tries to focus on his wound.
"I'll have to break off the pieces on both sides," She says, looking momentarily at Legolas, before returning the focus to the wound. Legolas just nods, but his stare is determend.
"Right, here goes nothing," After breaking the ends on both sides of the wound, Rawien graps the upper end of the arrow. "Ready?" She asks him.
"Do it," Legolas says breathing heavily. As Rawien pulls out the arrow, Legolas groans. Taking a piece from her tunic, she wraps the wound in the cloth. Smiling slightly, Rawien hands Legolas his water. "Drink," She says.
"Hannon Le, Rawien," Legolas says as he falls back up against the wall. There he closes his eyes.
This finally gives Rawien a time to study Legolas' features. She has only seen him in war, never in quieter moments. He's quite handsome, though. For a while she just sits there looking at him. It would seem that he was slepping, but as she reach out to stroke his blond hair falling on his shoulders, Legolas opens his eyes..

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas looks at her, but not angrily or confused, he glances up at her ans half smiles "are you ok?" he asks She jumps back and blushes "yes, Yes i'm quite alright, I...erm...uh..I.." and she goes quite. Legolas smiles, steadely gets up and walks over to her, lifting her head he smiles down at her "I know how you feel about me, and you need not blush, because the feeling is mutual" He lifts her head some more and kisses her.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa wakes up and has no idea at all where she's at. She looks around and sees what seems to be a nightmare. She is around numerous dead bodies. She clutches her stomach and notices it is bleeding. Then Telfëa remembers there was a battle... she looks to her right and sees her beautiful horse slain near a tree. "NOO" she cries and crawls to her horse.

"AAAGH!!!!!!!!! I will kill every single orc that crosses my path!" Telfëa screams and tries to stand up.

"Haval dhad (sp?), my lady." said a male voice. Telfëa turned around and saw that it was an Elf-ranger
"Who are you?" asked Telfëa, still trying to stand up.
"I am Gilluin... I don't know if you remember me, Telfëa, but I doubt it."
"how... how did you know my name?"
"I'm sorry but this is not the time for questions such as that, we must hurry. Come, take my hand. You can ride with me to Imladris if you will allow it." Telfëa smiles and takes his hand
"I will allow it, but where are we?"
"On the very outskirts of Mirkwood, and far from Rivendell. Come on, we have to hurry." with that Gilluin helped Telfëa on the horse and they set out at a great spead to Rivendell

[Rawien Startraveler]

The sun is setting and the shadows creeps back into the forrest. Rawien and Legolas are still in the cave. Outside they can hear orcs coming closer. Legolas graps Rawien's hand and motions towards the back of the cave.
"There's a tunnel further in. It leads into the city." He says. Nodding Rawien follows with Mithdar's reins in the other hand.

[doleniel]

Doleniel saw the fear in the woman's eyes and heard it in her tone of voice. Seeing that the was preparing to flee on horseback, Dol whistled sharply. A few moments later, a gorgeous bay horse appeared and she swung herself up on its back.

"An evil wind indeed, if it is the same that brought these orcs. But an evil wind may bring some good also, if friends ride on its wings" she indicates the army of Valar with a shake of her head. "Come, I will lead you to the city. I can see that you wish to return to your home, but there are more orcs in Minas Tirith than there are here." The woman looks startled, and a look of a different kind of fear appeared in her eyes. Dol laughs. "You have no need to fear the elves. We fight the same enemy."

"But how did you know my home" the woman asks.

Doleniel laughs again. "I have traveled much. I simply recognized your accent. I am Doleniel."

[Silvorn]

Culnaur knelt on one knee, his sword lodged in the breast bone of an Uruk. All around him, the sqeals of dieing orcs was fading into the mists. This day's battle was won, but the war was far from over. Glancing upward, he noticed a Mirkwood archer running past him. Quickly leaping upward, he grasped the arm of the archer and stopped him.

"Who is in charge here? Who leads you?" asked the red cloaked commander.

The archer stared back with an intriqued expression. Eyeing Culnaur's fine crafted sword and brass armor of interlocking pauldrons he stepped back.

"Thranduil is king of this Woodland Realm," the archer replied. "Legolas Greenleaf is prince and has seemingly vanished. The king resides within the city."

"Yes, but who is in charge?" repeated Culnaur.

The wood-elf only shrugged and dashed off into the distance toward the city. Culnaur gritted his teeth in frustration as he jerked his sword free from the Uruk's dead corpse. One would expect more welcome. Issuing a call in high elven he ordered his second in command, Alagos, to come near.

"I am going into the city to find someone who will at least give me some information. You and the others remain out here hunting the enemy. Once there are none to be found, quickly assemble ranks and form camp before the city walls. Burn the enemy corpses, and set up the command tent; hopefully, I will join you shortly. Keep watch, and position scouts and sentries. "

Alagos nodded and sprinted off in the direction of a company of warriors dispatching a haphazard band of fleeing orcs. Culnaur cleaned his blade, wiping the black blood upon the cloak of a nearby lifeless foe and returned it to its sheath. Just as he was about to step forward, Elrond materialized through the mists.

"Fortune finds us together again, lord of Imladris," said Culnaur grasping Elrond's forearm in fellowship.

"And victory joins us together," answered Elrond.

"Yes, but there is still much to do. The scourge of evil is far from cleansed from Middle Earth. Have we yet recieved any news from Lorien?" inquired the Vanyar general.

"None," whispered Elrond. "We can only assume that they are holding out."

"Assumptions can be dangerous, my friend," muttered Culnaur. "Come, we must enter the city and find someone who knows what is going on. We need information before we plan our next course of action. There must be someone in this whole city who can inform us on what's going on."

Together, the two elf lords strode side by side into the domain of King Thranduil, Lord of the Woodland Realm. A cool breeze blew the stench of fire and smoke as the bonfires of the battle field had been lit. They saw two horses in the distance, one ridden by an elf maid, the other by a woman of Gondorian attire. Elrond and Culnaur looked at each other; it was at least somewhere to start. The two swiftly headed in the riders' direction.

[thehobbitelf]

After a day, Gilluin and Telfëa finally make it into Rivendel. Telfëa says farewell to Gilluin for the time being and makes her way to try and find Elrond. In the middle of a walk-way she realizes that her stomache is bleeding again. She feels faint, becomes obvlivious to all that is around her, and passes out as everything around her becomes black and soundless

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

meanwhile Legolas and Rawien are slowly making there way through the tunnel, it is damp and dark and only the slight drip of water can be heard. Legolas stops and puts his hand on the wall and raises his eybrow "There is somthing down here, and its not an orc"

they continue down the tunnel with the constant feeling of being followed, now another sound can be heard, a sort of scurrying sound which is getting louder and louder it gets to the point when the sound is unbearable when suddenly it stops dead. Rawien looks around her "are we safe?" The wall next to them smashes and a giant creature crawls out it is double the size of them both put together, it is a scorpian its black surface can only be seen by its pulsating surface, it stumbles around for a few seconds and stops abruptly and looks directly at Legolas and Rawien, desparingly Legolas says "Run!"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien slaps Mithdar on its behind, making it run. Legolas pushes Rawien forward. As they run, they can see the scorpian scurrying along the tunnel, following them relentless.
"That creature wasn't here the last time I used this tunnel," Legolas shouts. Rawien just looks at him with a look of dismay. She looks over her shoulder, but Legolas blocks her view when he suddenly pulls her into another tunnel. Rawien can see Mithdar far ahead. Legolas smirks. "Clever horse, you have," He shouts. Running further down the cave, they realize that the scorpion is no longer following them.
"You think we've lost it?" Rawien whispers, as Legolas motions her to be quiet. He's listening. It's very quiet; the only thing they can hear is Mithdar's hooves on the tunnel floor.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas sits down next to her "i think we are ok now..." the creature busrts through the wall behind them "Run!!" Legolas shouts and the threee run pursued by the scorpian, it closer and closer and it seems no mater how fast they run the creature is only one foot behind them. Legolas quickly thinks and grabs Rawien and pulls her into a smaller tunnel making the Creature crash into a wall, it stumbles around for while, Rawien and Legolas step out and fire their arrows at the creature "aim for its head" she says and they both simultaniously fire, the creature screeches and stummbles around on the floor squeeling and flopping around, before it eventually crashes to the ground with a large thud.

they both sit down on its carcas "are you alright" Legolas asks Rawien "yes I think its going to take more than a giant scorpian to hurt me" they both laugh, and Legolas walks up to the wall, "ah this is it" He hits the wall several time using his body and the thing crumbles, they are out.

[Tirithel]

ANORWEN in MIRKWOOD

Anorwen faced the grey wall of hair that was her horse and would not look into the elf-maid's eyes as she spoke of Minas Tirith. She seemed to know so much. Her gaze seemed to search her heart whenever their eyes met, and for shame and fear, Anorwen would not look at her. The woman had fallen far from her days in the sun in the White City, and was piteous and pathetic to look on, and she knew it. It was rather uncomfortable. "I am Doleniel." the elf said.

Gripping a handful of his mane, Anorwen jumped and pulled herself to Mithel's back. "Anorwen," she replied quietly.

OOC: Dol, it's your lead! ;)

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas and Rawien exit the tunnel and find the city still in one piece, there are fires burning and some buildings have been destroyed, He helps Rawien out of the cave and turns to her "Lets see if we can find anyone, we are on the outskirts of the city" He see's Culnaur approaching and heads over to him.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien follows Legolas to Culnaur. She looks around and is amazed by Thranduil's subterranian palace. "It's funny," She thinks. "Why would an Elf build his palace underground, when Elves usually hate rocks?" Standing a step behind Legolas, she remains quiet. For the moment.

[Silvorn]

The shadowed interior of Thranduil's underground city made Culnaur wary. He was not accustomed to closed in places. The ominous rock walls seemed to stand as an impenitrable barrier, locking those within from the outside world. A fortress, ages in the making, but cold and unfeeling. The pride of Mirkwood nation, Thranduil's city, did not awe the Vanyar commander as it did many other elves.

Culnaur slowed his pace has two figures appeared in the street ahead of them. They turned in his direction and began to approach. He exchanged a brief look with Elrond, who nodded that it was fine. Still, Culnaur approached with bridled aprehension. This land was new to him, its people strange. He readjusted his bow and rested his left hand upon the pommel of his brass hilted sword.

"Who approaches?" called the red cloaked general.

The two figures walked closer, their shapes more defined. An elf lord and maiden it seemed they were. One adorned in the greens of the forest, the other's attire he could not discern at this distance. Eventually, the two parties reached each other. The elf lord had apparently suffered an injury to the leg. Both were extremely fatigued as if they had just ventured from some struggle, yet the elf lord still held himself with regal baring.

"Hail, Legolas of the Woodland Realm," introduced Elrond, saluting fist to heart and lowering his head slightly in respect.

Legolas nodded in return, but his gaze rested upon Culnaur. He eyed this new comer's armor and cloak, and the gold flame designs stitched into his red tunic. These symbols were not familiar to the prince. The maiden leened silently upon his arm, listening attentively.

"Thus we meet on the eve of victory," he declared. "I am Culnaur, Commanding General of the Vanyar. Weeks past, a maiden landed upon our shores and requested our aid. I have come, with all those I could bring, to answer the call. Mirkwood is safe for the time being; however, more of the enemy will come. But what of the rest of this Middle Earth? How do the remaining free peoples fare in this fight? Forgive my ignorance, for I am not knowledgable in the ways of this land. I have had but a worn map to guide me this far. Are you one who would provide me with the answers I seek?"

Culnaur's voice trailed off. Elrond stood-close mouthed, staring to Legolas as did the Vanyar general.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas sighed and lokked at both Culnaur and Elrond "Well, my father has taken Gandalf and Aragorn to Lorien and I was told that if Mirkwood is saved then I am to leave 100 strong warriors hear to guard the city and to take the rest to Lorien to stand against the attacking forces of Mordor and Orthanc, the weak and the children are on their way to rivendell as I speak who you must have passed on your way here"

Lord Elrond nods and says "yes Arwen has been left to manage Rivendell and is assisting the sick and wounded, but Rivendell is over-flowing with men and elves we cannot afford to lose another city and from what I have learnt from celeborn is true then it will take less than 4 days for the forces of mordor to reach here when Lorien falls"

Legolas nodswith agreement "The orcs that attacked Mirkwood will now travel back to Lorien and attack from behind, so it is vital that we move soon and move quickely, Lorien is going to need all the help they can, the forces of mordor are too many, Men, elves, dwarves and eagles are figting side by side and already they are waining"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien is stopped by a hand on her shoulder. It is Lord Culnaur and Lord Elrond. Elrond looks at her and smiles.
"This, Lord Culnaur, is Lady Rawien of the Grey Havens." He says and bows his head in respect. Culnuar smiles and bows his head as well. "Mae Govannem, Elrond," Rawien says and bows her head.
"Are you hurt, my Lady?" Culnaur ask, referring to her torn tunic. Brushing the dust of the dove grey elven outfit, Rawien shakes her head.
"No, I'm fine," She replies and turns to Legolas. "Do you have a place where I can get a bath?" Legolas nods and motions for her to follow another elf standing nearby.
"Guirial will help you," Legolas says and gently squeeses her shoulder. As Rawien is leaving she catches Elrond's gaze. He's looking at her with a knowing expression, half smilng.

[Tirithel]

EOWYN at ISENGARD

Eowyn woke from a peace-less sleep. Curled into a tight ball on the hard floor, her eyes snapped open and she realised that she had nodded off. Immediately she jumped up, shaking the ragged blankets from her body and looked around; no one was there. She had dreamt that someone had crept into her room in the night...

Shudder...it's so cold in here... she thought. I have to get out...away... Her ardent nature would not permit her to sit idle and wait for gruesome events to unfold.

The quick gears of Eowyn's mind were turning, and she began to plot a way out. First, the window. She grabbed the bars, high above her head, but not totally out of her reach, and began to pull and twist at them. Nothing. Dragging the decrepit chair underneath it, she tried again, this time at it's level. Still nothing. Her efforts became furious and frustrated tears started streaming down her cheeks; she beganto cry at the window. ******! She cursed. The door was solid- it would only open from the outside. The window was her only shot. Shaking from the strain, she got off the chair and began to pace. In all her rage she picked up the rickey wooden thing and began to beat the door with it.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH! LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU SLIME!" Finally, from her anger and her tormented sleep, the chair struck the door so hard that it shattered into pieces, and shards of dried wood skittered everywhere.

Eowyn's heart became still. Lying at her feet was a foot long chunk of leg, its end broken to a jagged point. She laced her fingers over its edge; it was sharp.

Quickly she swept the rest of the chair into a pile in the near corner and threw one of the blankets over it. But that shard she tucked neatly into her boot, and a plan began to formulate in her mind.

[thehobbitelf]

AT RIVENDELL

Telfëa wakes up in the Healing room and sees that no one is around. "Ugh.." she thinks to herself "Why does this keep happening.." she goes to the window and sees the horse that her and Gilluin rode in on.. she speaks to it in Elvish and tells it to find Thranduil and have him send her word of where he is and what is happening. The horse leaves and Telfëa goes back to sleep.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

*Mirkwood*

Legolas, Elrond and Culnaur stand in the center of the city surrounded by all the elves that have survived the battle, Legolas steps forward and speaks to the people;

"Mirkwood has been saved...for now, middle-earth stands on blink of destruction, if we do not act now then middle-earth shall fall to the power of the enemy this is no possibility, this is a fact. We elves have never troubled ourselves with the business of others, but the fat that we must suffer is the fate of all creatures in middle-earth, already men, elves and dawrves have joined forces to fight. It is time Mirkwood stepped forward and made their presense known, we will join forces with men and dwarves and wizards and ents and if the time comes then hobbits may too need to be called, but I am telling you now that i have not let Mirkwood fall and I am not going to let Middle-earth fall either!!!!!! Tomorrow and I ride to Lorien wether you are with me or not, I am giving you a choice, to either stay in the dark or to ride out and face the enemy head on and save all the light races from the destruction!! what say you?"

there is a spontanious uproar of cheer and gratitude as the hundreds of elves both female and male agree to march to lorien.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Coming out of the dressing room, wearing a silver-grey outift, Rawien hears cheering and shouting. Guirial comes towards her. "Come my Lady, there's news." Following her out into the center of the city, she sees the many elves gathering around Legolas, Culnuar and Elrond. The elves surrounding them are cheering. Rawien walks up to Legolas.
"What is happening?" She asks him.

[Silvorn]

Culnaur nudged Elrond gently in the ribs to catch his attention. The master of Imladris lowered in head in response.

"He speaks as if he saved the city single handedly," the red cloaked commander whispered over the roars of the elven people, a wry smile crossing his face. Then he shifted to more serious matters.

"I know of this Gandalf the prince speaks of. Olorin is what we call him, among the many names he has. To have one of the Istari with us in this fight is good tidings indeed. But this Aragorn, I do not know."

"He is the heir of Gondor, weilder of Anduril, Flame of the West. Aragorn is of the Dunedain, descendents of the Numenorians," offered Elrond.

"Ah, I am familiar with the Numenorians. This is also good tidings, that one of such a noble race fights on our side," said Culnaur. He strode forward, his posture tall, to Legolas at the forefront of the cheering. He fixed the prince with a friendly but intense calculating blue eyed gaze.

"Were I to issue the command, my warriors could be ready within the hour, but I will let them rest. The Vanyar will march, as we have always done, with the rising of the sun. I wish greatly to reach Lorien with all possible haste. I believe it would be wise to intercept the remainder of the orcs intent on attacking the Golden Wood from behind. Were they to out pace us, the results could be devastating. I am stranger to this land, but I am no stranger to war. My strategies are playing with the same pieces, merely on a different game board.

"My soldiers are camped just outside the city and I must return to them. Should you require me, I will be located in the command tent. It is the one with the red banner weaved with golden flame designs and should not be difficult to find," said Culnaur. "Remember, we march on the morrow. Good night, to the both of you," he finished smiling to the grey clad maiden.

The elf general's red cloak trailed behind him in rippling waves as he turned and left in the direction of his encampment. After exchanging a few words with Legolas, Elrond also left in the same manner as Culnaur. The red sun was sinking rapidly below the horizon.

Culnaur reached the command tent and began issuing instructions to prepare for the next days march. The anticipation and preparation was ever circling the blonde haired general's mind. Excitement and responsibility meshed together in a multilayerd blanket of emotions... he doubted he would acquire any sleep this night.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

"Tomorrow we ride for Lorien, for now we must muster our strength" He looks at what she is wearing "You look beautiful" he strokes her hair and face "You should go and get some rest" he says slowly, as he is enchanted by her beauty and her presense, she half smiles and looks deep into Legolas' eyes.

[Rawien Startraveler]

"Thank you," she says and blushes a little. "Don't leave without me tomorrow." Rawien eyes Legolas with a half-warning look. Kissing Legolas gently on his cheek before squeesing his hand in farewell, Rawien makes her way to her room. The candles are lit. Rawien blocks out the fainting cheers as she closes the door. It is late. She releasing her cloak , she places it on the bed. Changing into a nightgown, she looks at the rooms tapestry. It is so beautiful. It is depecting the Elves arrival in Middle-Earth.
After that she releases the jewelry made out of Mithril holding together her long dark-brown curly hair. It falls gently down her back. After that she lies down on the bed, under the thick blancket. Finally she can get some sleep.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas talks to Culnaur and Elrond about the journey that they must take in the morning, "We should leave before the sun rises and we must travel without any stops if we are to catch up with the orcs that are on their way to Lorien as we speak, they will not travel during the day so the more hours of traveling at day the better"

[doleniel]

Doleniel, who is also present, rises.

"I have divided my people into three groups, the largest of which will accompany the army to Lorien. They have packed and are all ready to leave at a moments notice."

Legolas nods. "Good" he says "send word to them that we will be leaving very early"

"Of course. I also think that the Gondor woman who accompanied me to the city should join us. She seems very worried about her home, but she does not seem to realize the great danger that is lurking so near to Mordor. If we can get her closer to her home but still near us, it would be wise"

The leaders agree, and Doleniel takes her leave, sends a messenger to notify her healers of the impending departure, and then goes to rouse Anorwen. When she reaches her rooms, she finds that Anorwen is still awake, and deep in thought.

"You should get some sleep. The army is leaving for Lorien tomorrow"

Anorwen jumps, startled. "Why should I care that the army is leaving tomorrow?"

"Because Lorien is nearer to your home than here, in the north of Mirkwood. You do wish to go home, yes?" Anorwen nods fervently. "Well then why not go in the company of allies?"

Anorwen hurridly begins to gather the few things she brought with her. "Wait a minute-" she says as Doleniel turns to leave. "Why are you going? You are not in the army, unless I miss my guess."

"Not exactly, no. I lead the healer's guild here in the city. I am bringing half of my people with me to aid those in Lorien" She turns and leaves.

[thehobbitelf]

The horse that Telfëa sent out reaches Legolas in the city.

Meanwhile back in Rivendel Telfëa has an uneasy sleep and a dream that Middle-Earth is doomed and without an alliance of all races. Just as she is about to die in her dream she wakes up. "Uuuugh! I need to find Thranduil..." she says to herself "I hope that horse gets to Legolas or Him soon..." She sighs and goes to the kitchen to get some food

[Silvorn]

Culnaur paced anxiously alone in his command tent, his cloak resting over the edge of a nearby chair. The small table before him lay covered in all manner of maps. They had been dumped there but an hour ago by some Mirkwood messenger whose name he couldn't recall. Back and forth he walked occasionally stopping to study the locations on the maps.

Something was not right with this plan. Something could be improved. He placed both hands on the table and leaned over the maps, rechecking them. It was his desire to reach his Silvan cousins in Lorien with all possible haste. A hard steady march south would eventually lead them to the Golden Wood, but still, time was of the essence. The orcs that had retreated from Mirkwood would already have gained two days, and there wasn't any doubt that they would be running for their very lives making their capture all the more difficult.

The red-clad general placed a finger upon the River Anduin, tracing its progression until it passed by Lothlorien. Taking the river would cut their travel time in half. But then another problem presented itself: there were simply too many troops to shuttle down the waterway. Perhaps, they could split from the main army and an advance force could arrive in Lorien before the main contingent. That would be ideal. Close to five hundred warriors would have no problem making it down the river with speed. His mind was made up, the Vanyar would take the river.

Lifting the tent flap, he stepped outside calling for Alagos. The sky was still black as pitch, little sparkles of light twinkling in the distance, the moon had halfway completed its journey. The second in command sat up from his place near a cooking fire and joined his general.

"Ready the soldiers," Culnaur told him. "We will reach Lorien by way of the River Anduin. I must venture inside that stuffy palace and find the one called Legolas and ask for permission to use the ships docked at the nearest crossing outside the forest."

Alagos nodded and Culnaur, fastening on his cloak, walked through the gates of Thranduil's kingdom. At length he reached the palace, and after inquiring of a few elves lingering in the halls, he at last was directed to the prince's rooms. Standing before Legolas' door, he nocked twice and let himself in.

The prince was in the center of the room apparently packing a few supplies which he intended to carry with him. By the looks, he was traveling light for the benefit of speed. Legolas turned a head and gave a welcome shrug offering a seat to the general. Declining the invitation with a wave, Culnaur spoke telling the prince of his plans. He finished by asking for the use of the ships, his tone indicating that whether the prince said yes or no, he would use them anyway.

Standing silently, the general awaited the prince's official decision.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas nodded "yes...yes you may have the ships, I will take wit me 200 hundred strong warriors the rest may go with you, I think it best if Dolenial were to travel with you, I am very certain that she will be needed"

he walks over to an elf guarding the door and tells him to send word for Dolenial and tell her that she is to travel with Culnaur. he walks back over to Culnaur "we have less than 3 hours until we leave, Elrond has sent word to the strong and able warriors that are in Rivendell, they are readying to set out as we speak, they should reach Lorien a day or two after you."

He remains with Culnaur for some time exchanging a few stragegies and ideas. He puts his hand on Culnaurs shoulder and says to him in Elvish "I will see you again in Lorien my freind." and with that they both turn and leave the great hall.

[Rawien Startraveler]

In the big bed in the room in Thranduil's Elven City, Rawien sleeps peacefully. It is quiet, besides the Elves that occationally wandered outside the door. Without awakening, she turns slowly in the bed, dreaming of her home, the Grey Havens in the west of Middle-Earth

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

the door flap opens and Legolas enters the room he see's her sleeping and admires her beauty, he bends down and gently kisses her, he means to leave her in Mirkwood in the morning, for will not let any harm come to her, he turns to leave and Rawien stirs in her bed.

[doleniel]

A messenger knocks at Doleniel's door.

"Yes?" she calls

The messenger opens the door. "Prince Legolas sends word that the healers will be riding the river to Lorien, because it is quicker and they will have need of you" he leaves

Doleniel again sends a runner out to her people and sends another to tell Anorwen and prepare thier horses for water travel.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien feels the kiss and wakes up just as Legolas turns to leave. "Where do you think you're going?" She says. Legolas sighs. "I think you should stay here. You would be safer." He looks at her with love in his eyes.
Rawien's eyes narrows. "Stay here? No, I'm coming with you." Flapping the blanket aside she gets out of bed. "This is my choice." Gently stroking his cheek, she smirks. "Where you go, I go." With that she pulls him closer and kisses him before he can object.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas sits down on the bed and she sits next to him, he half smiles "I knew deep down that I couldn't get you to stay, but please promiss me one thing, please stay close to me, I couldn't bear anything happening to you", she nods and legolas slowly strokes her bare thigh.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien smirks at Legolas as he continues his advances. His hand continues up her arm. His hands are rough some places and Rawien suddenly jitters at the touch. "Sorry," He whispers softly. "My hands, I know, they are rough." Rawien shakes her head. "No, well, yes...." She looks in his eyes and he suddenly looks so innocent. "But don't stop," Rawien whispers and Legolas raises his one eyebrow.

Suddenly, they are interupted by someone who's clearing his throat. It is Silinde, another Elf, who is a friend of Thranduil's House.
"My Prince," Silinde says. "It is time."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas sighs and sits up "We shall continue this another time, my sweet, for now we must venture on, come"

Legolas helps Rawien up adn grabs her things and they walk together outside, where he helps her mount her horse, he then mounts his and brings his horse to stand next to hers, it seems ironic that his stalion takes a liking to Rawiens horse, whilst his rider has taken a liking to her rider.

Legolas calls Silinde to him" make sure that we have all 200 warriors with us" Sillind nods and returns soon after, "200 strong your higness" Legolas takes a deep breath "very well we ride, RIDE NOW!!, RIDE NOW TO LORIEN!" and with that the 200 elves gallop out of the city and make their way to Lorien.

[Silvorn]

Culnaur watched quietly as Legolas' company made its rumbled gallop off in the distant direction of Lorien. He glanced to his second in command who was also viewing the emptying of Mirkwood.

"The ships are ready?" inquired Culnaur.

"Yes, my lord," answered Alagos. "I sent twenty men to the river docks last night to prepare the boats. They await our arrival."

The red cloaked general's eyes shifted from the lightening grey sky above to his warriors packing their belongings. Amidst them wandered the party of healers Legolas had been adament about sending down the river. Culnaur stood erect at the front of his command tent which was being taken down. He needed to speak with this Doleniel and discover the abilities of her and her healers. He had no doubt their skills would be needed before the end.

Releasing a stressed sigh, he gave the signal. Thirty yards away, a warrior placed a horn to his lips and blew a clear, deep call that echoed majestically through the forest. Within moments the Vanyar troops began to mobilize, the healers following suit. First they would march west to the harbor, then they would sail south into Lorien.

Glittering columns of gold and red flashed in the new arriving sunlight as the warriors marched on. A few hours travel took them to the river. At it's docks sat a fleet of well crafted ships, sails up high billowing in the morning wind. Assigning positions and directing specific groups, Culnaur and his captains filed the five hundred Vanyar along with the healers into the ships. Doleniel walked serenely onto the head ship and stood at the prow. The Gondorian maid must have been somewhere near, for she was ever close to Doleniel. As last to board, Culnaur stepped lightly next to the head healer directing his gaze southward.

As the sun peaked over the mountains in the east, the ropes were cut and the grey ships launched rapidly down the river following the Anduin's course. Within an hour or two, they passed Legolas' company marching far off on the mainland. The south wind blew steady and strong, adding to their speed and the Mirkwood army was soon out of sight. At this pace they would arrive in Lorien perhaps in two days.

"I have failed to fully introduce myself, my lady," the general apologized, staring at the healer next to him. "I am Culnaur, and I presume you are Doleniel."

She nodded, her hair ruffling slightly in the gently breeze. Her beautiful figure poised proudly at the prow of the boat looking towards their destination. Her arms drawn together, the caring hands of a healer clasped at her slender waist. The general lost himself in secret admiration for this fair maiden's tranquil features. Placing a hand on the rim of the boat, he spoke again.

"How many travel with you?" he finally asked. "And what are your plans once you reach Lorien?"

[Tirithel]

ANORWEN

Doleniel lead her to a small tent and instructed her to rest, but Anorwen could find no sleep. Throughout the night, she tossed and turned in the soft sheets and down blankets provided to her, tormented by visions of the City burning and the screeching voices of orcs ringing in her ears. She knew that it couldn't be true, it just couldn't...

The morning came slowly, and when Doleniel returned, she found the maid upright and ready to leave. Apparently she'd taken the girl under her wing, and Anorwen with great joy discovered that the elves were going to deliver her to Lorien, and from there it was only a short ride back to Gondor.

Though the fear did not entirely leave her face, Anorwen plunged through her tasks that morning, fueled by the burning desire to get back home. Dol arrived a the rally point to find her handsome bay [horse] thouroughly groomed and lightly fed, with an efficient pack slung lightly over his back, standing next to the great grey animal that belonged to Anorwen. It too had approved in appearance; its coat gleamed and its white mane swayed gently, free of tangles in the breeze. Anorwen stood rather proudly next to her work and bowed as Dol approached.

*will finish later!* ;)

[heru-in-dûrnár]

AKHORAHIL


meanwhile deep inside mordor the nazgul by the name of
akhorahil,the blind sorcerer 5 of the 9, was apon the tower of cirith ungol waiting for orders from his master sauron. when sauron suddenly answered take your armys and attack mirkwood with khamul and ji indur.you must take thranduils realm befor they can take up full strength! and then with a spine chilling cry he orderd a slave to go to gather the armys and march to rhun to prepare for the attack.


JI INDUR

high above in the skys ji indur received his orders from sauron the same moment akhroahil did. ah he remmbred the days befor he was a nazgul,he was the most deadly assasin and was called ji indur the silent until annatar(sauron) came to him. he offered him power beyound his wildest dream if he were to come to mordor. he set off to rhun and await akorahil with the armys.

[doleniel]

meanwhile back on the ships

"I have a hundred traveling with me" Doleniel says, turning towards Culnaur. "As for my plans for Lorien, they are still not set. I am intending to have several units working with the army at all times, but there will be refugees there as well. Some of my people have large tents that can be set up to supplement the houses of healing there. As for the rest, we shall see when we arrive. As of now, I do not know where we will be needed, and so I have made no solid plans."

She sees Anorwen with the horses. "This is amazing work, worthy of the stables of the Rohirrim. Did you ever spend time in Edoras?"

[heru-in-dûrnár]

AKHORAHIL

he was apon his flying steed that was born on a island in the sea nurnen high above mirk not to far off from thranduils halls and the elvish border. he was scouting to see if the elvish army was moveing out towards rhun,dunland,mt gundabad or the orcish new found territory of rohan. so far he could still see them in there barracks but with a sense of tension but could tell nothing more. he then turned around and flew back to the camp around 60 miles from rhun proper and then orders the army to begin the march.....the battle for mirkwood begins


KHAMUL

he was in his old lands he left so long ago until his thoughts were interrupted when a brigade of variages came from khand to participate in the upcomeing battle." akorahillll has orderdd the armys to begin to marchh" those that did not shudder at those words when the menace in his voice was released was either to far away to hear them or were deaf.

UGLADESH

ugladesh was a orc commander that came from mt.gundabad and the only one above him was the nazgul ji indur. he and 50 other orcs from moria and mt.gundabad had been directed to be the diversion so the other larger and more powerful force from rhun could easily take out the sparse defense left in mirkwood east side. at the moment he was thinking a scent came to him that was fair and stung his nose and realized that a elven scout part wasnt to far from them and he heard screams and all went silent...ji indur rose above the treetops that the beornings once owned with a elven carcas in his grasp and threw it to the ground with a sickeningly thud.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa gets a sense that she has to go to Lorien. She feels the Lady Galadriel's mind pouring into her thoughts.

"Come Telfëa.... you know why... it is time" the voice of Galadriel reigned over all of Telfëa's other thoughts.
"It... it's time? But... *sigh* I will come! Give me two days and nights and I will be there. Please give me strength, for I am greatly wouned." Telfëa sent thoughts back to Galadriel, quickly getting a response.
"Go.. rest for one hour... then bring Lembas along with you. Take the horse whos name is "Elanor" and take no other... go... now" and before Telfëa could respond, the feeling of Galadriel left her mind, and she was weakend.
"Ugh... I guess I better go pack my things and rest" So with that Telfëa packed some Lembas and a cantine of water from Imladris' waterfall. Then she went to rest for an hour

[Tirithel]

ANORWEN

Within minutes the ships were loaded and ready to sail. Though the trauma of her journey still scratched at her heart, Anorwen found her fears slowly yielding to the beauty and grace of the Elven culture.

There were two types here, she'd noticed. Some were clad in foresty greens and leafy browns, and were slightly shorter of stature. The others wore brilliant armor of gold and scarlet, and a foriegn light smoldered in their eyes. She'd read much about elves, about their fair faces, fluid voices and wisdom, and how they could live forever, but no books or script could words enough to do them justice, and being but a simple girl of Gondor, she could not help but feel very small and insignificant next to these somehow "higher" beings. Indeed, she was becoming enamored of them.

It was not long before the ships left their ports and began to sail swiftly downstream. Anorwen, having found nothing else to do and putting Mithel and his new friend into the best of comfort, found a spot at the prow of the ship and let the clean air wash over her and the sunlight warm her skin. Doleniel stood a few feet away, and was speaking to one of the Golden Elves, as she called them.

Without warning, she felt the man's eyes on her, and when she turned to look at him, wavered immediately under the weight and potency of his gaze. Whether he had meant to or not, he'd intimidated her horribly with that coincidental stare, and clean air and sun aside, she turned and left to check the horses...again.

Dol found her a minute later. "This is amazing work, worthy of the stables of the Rohirrim. Did you ever spend time in Edoras?"

"No," answered Anorwen meekly, still unable to look into those golden eyes. "I have never been so far from home-- until now." She paused, continuing to stare at her feet.

[thehobbitelf]

After an hours worth of rest, Telfëa rose. "Now to find that horse..." she thought to herself. She grabbed her things and she walked out to the stables. She felt very odd, like she was being watched. She drew her Elven sword.

"Ahahaha! Drawing your sword on a friend? That's not too nice.." It was Gilluin.
"I'm sorry, maybe next time you shouldn't stalk me." She said and went on looking for the horse.
"Is something wrong?" he asked her.
"No.. well yes. I have to go to Lorien immediatly. And Alone." She said turning away from him.
"Why alone?"
"Because it is a special task which I am needed for... it's for the Lady Galadriel..." her voice trailed off and she muttered outloud. by accident, "It is time..... now...."
"Time for what? Tel, are you OK?"
"No. No I am not OK. I've waited anxiously for this day all my life.. and now I half-way dread it. But I must go." Telfëa was speaking more to herself than to Gilluin.
"I don't follow..."
"I'm leaving, and if I am lucky... I... I won't be coming back." She said and at that moment a whinnied in it's stable. "Ahh.. you must be Elanor." she walked over to the horse and smiled.
"What do you mean you won't be coming back?"
"Hopefully if my oath is fulfilled I will be able to d-.... be with my parents again... but I must go now, or else I will be an oath-breaker and live the lives of the Living-Dead... here.." she took off her cloak. "Keep it. It is my graditude for saving my life."
Telfëa smiled, gave Gilluin a hug, and walked out of the stable with Elanor. She turned around, and Gilluin was worried because her face was that of someone who knows their fate, a fate which is death. Yet she had no real look of regret in her face. That is what stirred him the most. "Namarië." She said to him in a voice that was not her own. "Namarië.." she said again as she turned around once more.

"Well Elanor.." she said to the horse. "Here we go!" She mounted Elanor and began her swift journey to Lothlorien.

[Rawien Startraveler]

As Rawien, wearing an short outfit made of leather and fabric that stops beneath her knees, rides towards Lorien with Legolas and the 200 warriors, she senses trouble.. "Legolas," she says. "Something evil is approaching, I can feel it".

[Silvorn]

A mist of water sprayed gently into the faces of those gathered near the boat's prow. Culnaur watched confused as the Gondorian maid flitted out of sight. He had just turned her way and intended to introduce himself but apparantly she had other concerns to attend to. Shrugging the matter off he glanced back to Doleniel.

"You speak wisely. To already construct plans before arriving in Lorien would cause more conflict than not. It is better to examine the situation when we get there and base your decisions on quickly gathered information." The general's voice trailed off as he realized he was lecturing her on something she already understood. An old habit of his, to try to help and teach others; and most often he would do it without thinking.

He turned around to be sure all the ships were keeping pace. The fleet was well ordered, docking at the shores near Lorien would be swift and the short march to the Caras Galadhon would be all that distanced them from the Galadrhim. Culnaur took a deep breath and, for once, significantly noticed its clean fresh quality. Ever had he dwelt near the sea where the smell of salt drifted in the breezes and the cry of the gull reigned the skys. Here, in this Middle Earth, the the breeze was accented with the natural scent of thriving trees, the gull's cry replaced by that of songbirds flitting among the branches.

This miriad of new sensations filled the red cloaked general with a comfortable calm. He turned back to Doleniel, but a few feet from his side.

"Do your healers have at least some minimal skill in combat?" he asked. "A knife or a dagger is all I ask they carry. If we were to be assaulted by the enemy, my warriors are trained to be fully concentrated on the battle at hand and my commands. I truthfully hope that such an event will not occur, but should it present itself, will your healers be capable of defending themselves at least for a short while?

"Forgive me for asking so many questions, my lady. But as general of my people, it would benefit me to know such things. It is my duty, whether official or not, to protect all under my charge. Athough your healers are not under my command, they travel with us and will be respected as equals. And even I do not need to inform you that with respect comes certain expectation. Everyone plays an integral part in this struggle. Without the skills of your people my soldiers would dwindle from sickness and injury. Likewise, without the protection of my warriors your healers would fall to the blades of the enemy. I do not mean to insult your people, but it is a simple truth."

Resting his hand upon the brass hilt of his sword, he listened receptively to how the maiden chose to address his statements.

[thehobbitelf]

It is the first night of Telfëa's journey to Lothlorien, but something compells her not to sleep. So she sets up a camp for the night, but she doesn't dare close her eyes. She softly begins to sing a song in Elvish..
"Namarië vanya sulie
Vanimle aila tiri
Amin sinta lle?
Mani marte?
Yallume! Tula sinome vanya sulie
Sana amin
Amin melle lle
Amin, amrun' quessir"
She finished her song and began to think of when her parents were still alive.. when she was a young elf.. when all in the world seemed right... she closed her eyes and drifted away into a beautiful peaceful dream for a moment.. But suddenly Elanor neighed and started going wild with a look of fear in her eyes. Telfëa gathered her things as quickly as possible and rode off into the night, before dawn had even broke.. as she was riding away some new emotion rose inside of her and she yelled "Gurth gothrim Tel'Quessir!!! Death to the foes of Elves!!!" and then with all speed she went on.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Originally posted by Rawien Startraveler
As Rawien, wearing an short outfit made of leather and fabric that stops beneath her knees, rides towards Lorien with Legolas and the 200 warriors, she senses trouble.. "Legolas," she says. "Something evil is approaching, I can feel it".

Legolas halted and so did the others following, he looked up and sensed a great danger, they had just left the borders of mirkwood. There was a long silence which becmae unbearable, nothing but the breeze blowing through the trees could be heard, there were no birds and the air felt foul, Legolas examined the area around them, the silence continued. It was broken by a very loud high pitched shriek, a nazgul followed by another and another and another, flew in the air twisting and turning in a terrifying way. Below them there came marching a larger and stronger army of mordor and they were heading straight for the elves. All Nazgul simultaneously gave a terrifying cry, the hoards of Mordor were upon them.

"NAZGUL!!!!" shouted Legolas as one swooped down low and picked up 2 elves on there steeds and dropped them from a great height, arrows came firing in killing many of the elves, there was no escape and there was no defence, it was doomed to be a massacre, Legolas looked at Rawiens desparing face as the nazgul and the army of mordor attacked.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa had a sudden feeling of terror as she heard a Nazgul far off in the distance... "That is coming from Mirkwood!" she turned her steed around and rode in the direction of Mirkwood, blowing into the horn of Galadriel every so often, she was close enough to Lorien for the elves to be able to hear it. "Hurry!" she yelled to Elanor and then she threw aside all extra luggage so her horse could ride faster.. "Agh... this isn't good enough... i hope we can make it" just then a neigh was heard far off in the distance and then the sound of hooves caught up with her. It was Gandalf..
"Slow down your steed! Stop Telfëa!" Elanor slowed down as if Shadowfax had said something to her.
"Mithrandir!" Telfëa said in despair "If I don't- if WE don't hurry, Mirkwood will fall! We must ride!" Telfëa tried to make Elanor go, but the horse wouldnt budge. "AHH! What is it Mithrandir?!" she was getting impatient.
"Settle Telfëa. The Eagles are coming. They will bear you and I to the boarders of Mirkwood. Come, tell your horse to go with Shadowfax, and he will lead them to safekeeping." Telfëa did as she was told and soon enough the Eagles came and took them right into the battle at Mirkwood's boarders. Telfëa never gave up blowing the Horn of Galadriel, hoping that aide would soon come from Lorien....

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas resorted to using his knives as the army was too many, one after the other his kin were slaughtered, Legolas was desperately trying to Protect Rawien, he was knocked off his horse and is killing as many of the mordor army as possible.

The Nazgul turn round for another sweep, they stoop down low and lift up six elves on their steeds into the air and bash them together and drop their carcas's to the ground, the orcs set alight to every tree and bush, and light every arrow they fire, the wood begins to burn and as the winds build up the fire is out of control as tornadoes of fire roll around the forest.

One of the elves blows a horn loudly to call for help he blows it four times, but is cut short when his head is hacked off, another elf picks up the horn and blows it, A female elf succesfully kills two orcs only to be savaged by a wild warg, the screeches of the foes of mordor and and the cries for help of the elves grows louder, Legolas looks around desperately for Rawien but he cannot find her he panics quikely and shouts and screams her name but amidst the slaughter he cannot find her, not many of the elves that set out from Mirkwood are left standing, the army of mordor keeps comming.

Legolas runs around frantically killing orcs and uruks and all things that mordor has spat out, givinng out orders and trying to find his beloved Rawien, The shrieks of the Nazgul grow louder and their haunting cries grow unbearable as elves cover their ears and are massacred by the onslaught of Mordor. An Orc hits Legolas at the back of the neck and he goes down he turns to look up at the smiling orc who helds a sword high and is about to bring it down upon Legolas.

[thehobbitelf]

Just then as things are starting to look the worst for Mirkwood, there is a high pitched screech in the air, but to the Elves amazement, it was no Nazgul. It was 4 giant Eagles, bearing two people; Mithrandir and Telfëa. They immediatly jumped down from the birds and went into battle the Eagles attacked the Nazgul's bird-like creature and Mithrandir lets forth the light of his staff. Telfëa sees that Legolas is about to be slain and she yells for Mithrandir.
"Gandalf! The Prince! Hurry!!" Gandalf unsheathes his sword and kills the orc that was going to kill Legolas. Legolas says his thanks and quickly asks Gandalf if he;s seen Raiwen.
"No I haven't... " Gandalf sees the worry in Legolas' face "I will make sure to look for her." Gandalf pats Legolas on the shoulder and tells him to get back into battle.
Telfëa battles relentlessly, but she is impaired because of her wounds of the first orc attack. She blows the horn ever so often still having hope in her heart that other Elves can still hear her.

*In Rivendell*

Gilluin: We must hurry Elrond, Telfëa left yesterday. And I have a bad feeling. You MUST send elves to Mirkwood... there is a shadow lurking over it.
Elrond looks towards Mirkwood.
Elrond: You are right, Gilluin. I will send a good army of Elves immediately. Be ready, you are to go also. Tell the warriors to be ready!
Gilluin goes and gets everyone ready and a good army of 600 Elves all set out for Mirkwood on horse back...

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas see's an oliphaunt approaching with easterlings riding on top, He helds up his bow and kills the man on the reigns, he falls off the the Olipahaunt runs wild it runs off to the north. One elf picks up an orcs spear and hurls it at the creatures foot, its screams as it is hit by it, the oliphaunt tumbles backwards and then onto its back crushing the easterlings that were on it, the elf that threw the spear celebrates his victory, but the look of hope on his face is whiped clean off as one of the dying easterlings swings his sword around his head and cuts the elfs leg clean off. Legolas runs to him and drags him away, Legolas see's Telfea and runs towards her still limping from the wound before, he pushes her our out the way of a path of a Nazgul that was going to kill her. They get up and head back into battle as a volly of arrows are fired at them, Legolas manages to dive out the way unhurt, he looks up at Telfea "are you hurt?"

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa looks at Legolas.
"Yes, I am hurt.. and thanks for saving me.." She pauses for a second. "Do you know how hard it is to get to talk to you and your father? I've been trying to contact you from the very first Orc attack you had.." Telfëa whinces in pain as she leans the wrong way. "Agh, I've got a stomache wound from when I was first trying to reach Mirkwood." Telfëa sighs and then stares of into space because she hears Galadriel's voice again saying it is time. "Well Legolas, you can stay here.. but i HAVE to go to battle. Let's just hope we get some help soon."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas smiles and nods "FORM RANKS!!" Legolas cries and the reaming elves line up, there are not many left, the army of morder halt and surround them, Legolas still can't see rawien and is despar he thinks she is lost, he takes a deep breath and a look of anger appears on his face. he looks at the snarling army and turns to his elves, "I am not ready to die yet! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" he cries as he and the elves run on there last charge against the army "FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! FIGHT TO THE VERY LAST ELF" he cries as he kills as many of the orcs and uruks as he can, he is now driven both passion and the desire to save his people, making him ultimately dangerous, every orc that aproaches him is killed instantly.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa plunges into the last act of defiance along side with Legolas. The Orcs are taken by surprise, for they did not expect this energy from the almost defeated Elves. Telfëa slays many orcs without even thinking, she is mindless because she is lost in memories. She feels that this is what Galadriel had sent her to do. But she is proven wrong when an Elf horn blows
"Rivendell!" She cries and continues to battle as more and more elves poor in from outskirts of Mirkwood. Telfëa blows the horn of Galadriel one more time,just for the heck of it and forgets her wound for she is caught up in battle.

Gilluin: Elven Archers- TAKE AIM! FIRE!!!
loads of arrows shoot into the battle killing many orcs. This happens over and over again as the Elven Army continues to arrive to help the Mirkwood battle

[doleniel]

Originally posted by Silvorn
"Do your healers have at least some minimal skill in combat?" he asked. "A knife or a dagger is all I ask they carry. If we were to be assaulted by the enemy, my warriors are trained to be fully concentrated on the battle at hand and my commands. I truthfully hope that such an event will not occur, but should it present itself, will your healers be capable of defending themselves at least for a short while?

"I understand your concerns, and I take no offense. often one of my people has been trapped with no soldiers nearby. I have personally made sure that all of my people are skilled in close combat. I believe you will find their fighting abilities quite satisfactory" She looks of towards the back of the ship, where Anorwen can be seen, trying not to look as if she is watching them. "You must forgive Anorwen if she seems a bit rude, but this is the first time she has been among any but men, and I believe she is a bit intimidated.

[heru-in-dûrnár]

AKORAHIL


"beginn the first wavee" he screached with a blood curdling voice that shudderd all the way to the first elven fortress in the realm of thranduil. the orcs started at a quick run with spears out and a 2 line thick of rapier orcs behind the 3 lines of orc spear men doing a phalanx manuever while to the west side of mirkwood a small force of archers and rapier men had attacked earlyer....it failed and akorahil found them selves faceing the full force of silvan elves from mirkwood. while the battle was rageing akorahil along with ji indur was above the clouds watching the battle trying to find the commander, but he was no were to be found luckily for the elves he was in a treetop make shift HQ and there dark eyes could not penetrate the fair woods far enough to find him. below them the orc palanx was destroyed and the rapier men was makeing quick work of the elven 2 hand swordsmen, but the elven archers are wipeing out the front orc line until ji indur steped in and started dragging elven archers out of the battle feild. a cry let into the air and he say ji indur steed fall out of the sky by a elvish arrow shot by....legolas the son of thranduil.ah there is the command i must get to him. but what about ji indur i have to get him away befor the other maia is to come



JI INDUR

he was falling farther down through the sky while his steed was writhing with pain and a unknown torment. he could then see akorahil swooping towrds him and caught him befor he hit the ground and took him away towards lake nurnen



UGLADESH

he was leading the attack from rhun since his other force was killed befor its job could be done and with the absence of the nazgul the army lost heart and thr elven army became more brave and started to push the orc army back to the east and south....until the sky darkend with a shadow passing under the sun let out a bellowing cry...it was er-murazor the witch king he had come from his tower he has taken at minas tirith to fight the elves back but there was little men left to fight so he orderd a retreat back to rhun.....for now mirk wood is safe

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas tries to kill as many of the evil army as he can, he can only pray that the elves that he has left in the city can defend the city, Legolas' only thought at the moment is to get to Lorien and in one peice, he looks up and see's that many of the mordor army has stormed into the city, he calls for the eagles and tells them that they must give word for the many brave elves still in the city that they must flee and abandon the city and that more eagles should fly to lorien, and rivendell and report what has happened.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Being separated from the other Mirkwood Elves, Rawien rides with the rest of the Mirkwood elves among the orcs and Oliphaunts. They have already killed a dozen orcs, but they just keep coming. The huge creatures are trying to wipe them off their horses. Riding in and out of the Oliphaunts belly’s, she takes out her sword and hits their legs. The oliphaunt screams and swings its tusks at her barely missing her head by inches. Rawien turns around for another pass. She whips forth her bow and arrows and fires three arrows at one of the giant’s head. It hits. Screaming, the creature tumbles and crashes to the ground, stopping just before Mithdar. That was a little bit too close.
Just then she hears a horn blowing; then another, this one a little bit different. “Rivendell!” Rawien thinks and looks around for Legolas, but he’s nowhere to be found. Worried Rawien shouts his name, trying to top the roars of the orcs; but there’s no reaction. Silinde then turns up beside her. “Come, my Lady. Legolas needs your help.” He says and points in a direction. He’s pointing in the direction from where the horns came from. “Let’s ride!” Rawien shouts and makes Mithdar go forward. Silinde rides on. But as she makes her way to the other battle, an orc suddenly jumps at her from the side, biting her in the shoulder, taking her with him to the ground. The orc rolls a little bit further, growling as he comes to his feet. Rawien winces and looks at her right shoulder. It is bleeding heavily. The orc comes at her, smacking his teeth together, like a warg that’s caught a prey. Rising herself to her feet, Rawien is attacked from the behind by another orc. It scratches her on the back, taking off some fabric and she screams. But as the orc is about to bite her in the neck, she rolls around and kicks it in the face. Falling backward, it growls. The other orc hits her twice with his hand and kicks away her sword, just as she reaches for it. The orc snarls. Pulling her up by her hair, he takes out his scimitar, getting ready to cut her throat. “Say bye-bye, pretty thing,” it grins.
Then a white staff swings past Rawien’s head and the orc flies to one side. She looks up to see a white-cloaked man with a staff and a sword. “Get off her, you foul creature,” Gandalf says and steps towards the other orc. Snarling it comes at him, but he quickly finishes it off. Turning to Rawien, he smiles kindly at her. “Ah, there you are,” Gandalf says and picks her up, carrying her in his arms. Placing her on Shadowfax, who’s just arrived, he secures her. “Mithrandir,” Rawien mumbles. “Legolas, is he safe?” Gandalf sighs, but in his twinkling blue eyes she can see the truth. “Oh, yes, he should be safe. He was the one who told me to find you. You know, I think he’s quite taking with you.” Rawien just smiles slightly. Gandalf jumps up behind her and leaning forward to Shadowfax’s head, Gandalf murmurs something in Elvish, but Rawien can’t focus on it. As Shadowfax begins to run, Rawien falls back onto Gandalf’s chest, fainting.

[heru-in-dûrnár]

AZGHAL

"my lord the gondorians from dol amroth and lorien are mounting a attack on minas tirith we must call reinforcements from minas morgule and umbar" he cryed to the witch king "SILENCE FOOL you are not one to command my actions for the dark lord but the men of umbar are going to attack dol amroth and the resistance at pelargir" with his head down he mutters "yes my lord i will send the messengers" he then called to a other servent "you, go to khand,far harad,and near harad and tell them to send men to rhun to continue the seige of mirkwood" at that the servent went off into the dark towards the south across the river poros.

KHAMUL

he was in the far harad gathering troops when the messenger from minas tirith came "halve the force and send it to umbar to take dol amroth immediatly!" he then went on his flying mount and flew to umbar wich took around 20 minuets. he went to the palace and found the black numenorean on a throne of skulls from the vanquished. "the invasion is ready my lord nazgul we are ready to take the last fortress of gondor"

ADMIRAL OF THE UMBAR FLEET APON THE WAVES OF ADUIN
"ok we can huge the cost all the way to dol amroth but we have to watch for rocks and tol falas is rumored to be a gondorian outpost". he orderd the fleet to begin sail towards dol amroth.

AKHORAHIL

"the reinforcements from the haradwaith has come we are ready to attack". he orderd a orc commander with the remmnant northern orc army to march with them.


UGLADESH

he and the men from harad and the variags of khand began to march to mirkwood. as soon as he was within the elven longbow range they began to pepper the orcs and men with deadly arrows."STAND FIRM....FIRE THE FIRST VOLLY" the haradwaith desert archers fired and decimated the first elvish lineit was 5 days ago when he was at this exact same spot fighting for the same cause and failed but the men were tireed from the hard march from khand all the way through the back of mordor all the way to rhun. while the easterlings were also here they werent much considerable a force to be counted a army. the men from harad were of numenorean descent but they were swayed by the dark powers of sauron. his armys were marching towards victory when the elvish lines were breaking under the preasure, he was very happy until a man clad in white and apon a horse with a fair elf battle maidan appeard. the man swung his staff at his group and it suddenly all went black mecry

[Silvorn]

"Ah, so that is her name: Anorwen," he mused. "She must be devasted; her homeland fallen to shadow leaving her to seek refuge among those of another race."

Sighing, he stared ahead, a foul wind blew from the south. The distant call of an elven horn and the screeches of some fell beast unfamiliar to Culnaur reached his ears. An uncomfortable feeling settled deep within the red cloaked commander. Something had gone ill, he sensed it. Those noises were coming from Mirkwood.

"Listen," he whispered quietly, cocking an ear to the northeast.

The others among the ships had heard the sounds also, and a hushed murmur spread from one warrior to another. All heads turned towards Mirkwood. Alagos, Culnaur's second, walked up to the prow of the boat.

"Shall we halt the boats, my lord?" he asked warily.

"No," answered Culnaur, the horn had stopped blowing, the screeches became more distant. "The calls have faded, besides, there is not much we can do. The Anduin has carried us too far, we can only hope for the best and await Legolas' arrival in the Golden Wood. We must continue on to Lorien. Phantoms roam the shadows of despair; a dark evil, cold and cruel, has made its presence known."

Alagos left to inform the others of the general's decision. The whispers faded slightly, but tension had increased among the brass armored soldiers. The moon was rising in the sky. No longer did it gleam with a cool white radiance. The small sliver of a crescent glowed a faint, sickly yellow. The stars seemed to be cruelly snuffed out by a black mist gathering in the air.

Tendrils of blackness began sweeping across the southern sky as if driven by the beating wings of a vile creature. They would reach Lorien on the morrow, docking the boats at the shores come dawn. An uneasy feeling of urgency crept into the hearts of all present.

"We must reach Lorien," Culnaur said under his breath. "We must."

[Glorfindel]

Legolas had been running for a couple of hours already and had reached a narrow gap, when he suddenly heared foul voices. Orcs! he realised, and a moment later, an arrow was ready to be fired. There was no possible escape, he had to fight or die. The Orcs, who didn't expect to see an Elf there, appeared. None of them noticed Legolas at first, and an arrow finished the life of the leader. Before they could react, Legolas had killed two others.
"Kill him! Kill him!", a big Orc yelled, "Or I'll kill you myself!"
Before they approached Legolas, three more had died. It was time for his deadly knives!
The group of some 30 Orcs had to fight Legolas in smaller units, because of the limited space. This had given Legolas the opportunity of maintaining his position, and slowly he gained terrain.
A few minutes later he had finished half of the enemies, when he suddenly heared something behind him. An Orc, who had lied down as he was dead, attacked Legolas from behind. Death seemed close! But suddenly an arrow killed him, followed by several others. Then, a cloacked person jumped into the gap, wealding a glittering sword. With his first stroke he killed two Orcs, with his second too. Both he and Legolas finished the remaining Orcs in only a few moments.

"Who are you?" Legolas said, "and where did you came from?"
The cloacked person sheated his sword.
"I think we know eachother, Legolas of Mirkwood. We have fought together before."
He put off his cloack; he was a tall Elf, with long golden hairs.
"Hail, Captain of the Archers!"
Legolas snapped at breath.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas face light up as he saw that it was Glorfindel of Imladris

he jumped up and put his hnad on Glorfindels shoulder "You are very welcome here, but now is not the time to chat, there are many orcs and the nazgul are somwhere around, we have all been separated"

Legolas blows his horn which many other elves will hopefully hear and and head towards. "Mirkwood is lost, I left just a few of my fighters in Mirkwood, they would not have been able to fight off the hoards of Mordor, look" he points towards the forest of Mirkwood and the Glorfindels horror he sees that it is burning.

"We have to regroup and head to Lorien if lorien falls then so will all the free-peoples of Middle-earth.

[Saruman]

SARUMAN and GRIMA
Saruman grinned sadistically as Treebeard's army of Huorns retreated. He suddenly heard a whimpering voice.
'She will never love me,' wailed Grima. 'She would kill me if she had the chance.' He fell to his knees, sobbing.
'Of course she would,' sneered the wizard. 'You are a wretched, slimy, ugly wretch. Get up!'
He struck Grima on the back with his staff. The man rose, wincing, and staggered back. Saruman looked, with pleasure, and turned back to the balcony.
'They will return,' he said. Ents can be relentless when provoked.'
Saruman ordered his army to attack Fangorn with fire, immediately.

Meanwhile, Grima was at the door of Eowyn's room. He was too afraid to see her, but decided that he must do something, so, after much hesitation, pushed some food under the door - originally intended to be his own, but he hadn't had anything - and returned to his own room.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Shadowfax had never stopped running after their encounter with the Haradhrim and as Gandalf passed the invisible boarders of Lothlorien, Rawien began to wake up. She looked up; around her, tall trees stood, their silver bark gleaming in the moon light. She had never seen anything so beautiful. The Lord of the Mearas slowly moved forward, his hooves barely touching the ground, as if he was afraid to destroy it.
“Gandalf,” she was able to say. “Where are we?” But before Gandalf could say anything, Shadowfax suddenly stopped.
“You are in Lothlorien, Realm of Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light,” a male voice said. Rawien tried to focus, and in front of them, a male elf stood, surrounded by elven archers. He had blond hair, blue elven eyes and he was clad in grey. A sword hung at his side.
“Haldir,” Gandalf said and bowed his head. Haldir looked at Gandalf then at Rawien. “Do you bring ill news, Mithrandir?” Gandalf cleared his throat as it preparing himself. “Unfortunately, yes. Huge armies from Mordor and the Harad are on their way to Lorien. We must defend ourselves!” Haldir nodded, but eyes gaze was fixed north, to Mirkwood. “And I bring with me, Rawien Tindomiel, Lady of Mithlond; she needs medical attention right away.”
Haldir returned his gaze to Gandalf. “A lady from the Havens? What is she doing here?” Leading Gandalf onwards to their posts high in the trees, Haldir was told everything that had happen.
“So she came with Legolas of Mirkwood… And Mirkwood is lost, you say.” Haldir looked concerned.
“Legolas should be on his way, as is a fleet sailing down the Anduin.” Gandalf said.
Before Haldir addressed Gandalf on the large flet, Rawien had been taken into a “house”. Returning from the house, Saalhir addressed Haldir and Gandalf. “The lady is badly wounded, my lord. The bite on her shoulder came from an orc, as do the wound on her back. And she keeps mumbling Legolas’ name…We must get her to Caras Galathorn.”

[Glorfindel]

..........

Quickly Glorfindel gathered his arrows.
"Come now, we will travel to Lórien." Glorfindel said something in Elvish, and an eagle, who had been hiding out of the gap, appeared.
"This is Vorongil, the Great Thorongil was his ancestor. He will bring us away as fast as he can."

Both Elves mounted the eagle, and it set off. Durind their flight, Glorfindel told how he came there.

"While I was in Forlindon, I heared about fights in the East and South. So I gathered my old legions. Or at least, what was left of them, for most of them has left Middle-earth. With a first group, I left the Grey Havens with a ship. We sailed to the mouths of the Gwathlo, and onto the river as far as we could. Then we took the pass of Caradhras. While we where camping in the Dimrill Dale, Vorongil and one of his kin appeared. After we heared his message, I sended my soldiers to Lórien, while Vorongil took me with him to search you. The other eagle departed to Eriador, to find my other troops, which will be marching towards Imladris. They will eventually come to Lórien too."

Shortly after Glorfindel had finished his story, they reached the borders of Lórien. Glorfindel thanked Vorongil, who flew away. Quickly the two friends ran into the forest.

..........

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas followed Glorfindel into the forest.

"I do hope that my people are safe, Mirkwood is lost but I can only pray that others got out safely, they are wise elves and they should all be making for lorien"

the two ran through the forest in search for more elves that had escaped "we must find my father and the others, no doubt Gandalf will be here"

suddenly a volley of arrows is fired at them, Legolas dives and rolls out the way but does not see if glorfindel got out the way, he stands up and calls "Glorfindel, are you ok? are you hurt?"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien woke up in the house up in the trees. She looked around. The only thing she could hear was the wind blowing in the trees. She looked at her shoulder; it had been treated with some sort of plant. Athelas, it would seem. And her back didn't hurt as much as it did before.

[Glorfindel]

"Argh! I'm hit!" Glorfindel yelled, but Legolas saw him crawling behind a tree, slowly unsheating his sword.

"On my sign," Glorfindel gesticulated.
"1..." Legolas took his knives, "2..." they prepared themselves, "NOW!"

The Elves jumed up and sprinted towards the direction the arrows came from. They dived, jumped up again and reached the ambush; a small group of Orcs Archers had been hiding in a bush. A few fast slashes, and all of them were defeated.

"We must be swift now, now Orcs have reached Lothlórien," Glorfindel said. "Run! Let us hope both of us reach safety of Caras Galadhon."

A few moments later, they saw something move; it was a small group of Elven guards.

"Mae govannen!" Legolas said, "bring us to your King! Mirkwood has fallen!"
"We already know," the leader of the guards said, "Lothlórien is preparing for battle. Culdringion will accompagny you."
One of the Elves came forth, guiding the two friends. Some hours later they reached a large emcampment of Elven soldiers. From there, they were taken to Caras Galadhon, which they reached a couple of hours later.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas walked next to Glorfindel and noticed that he was struggling "My freind I am sorry, I had completely forgotten about your wound, where are you hurt, we must stop and heal you before it gets worse"

[Glorfindel]

"It's nothing serious, it is more a scratch. I'll look to it after we've been with Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel."

A few minutes later they reached the top of the three, where the residence of the King and Queen was build. To their surprise, they noticed a very well known person next to the royalties.

"Gandalf!" Legolas gasped

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

gandalf looked at them both "Yes it is me, and we are all very lucky to be here, it would appear that you Legolas have been in the wars, now please tell me all that has happened"

Legolas half smiled and sighed "Well Mirkwood was being attacked just as you went with my father and aragorn to here, we manadged to beat off the hoards of Mordor, we thought that that would be the end so Culnaur went with most of our army on the ships on the Anduin to Lorien, they should be here soon, I was going to take a few hundred riders with me to make our way across the plains and into lorien via a different route, I left 200 elves in Mirkwood ti guard the city"

a grave looks comes across Legolas' face and he swallows "but we were ambushed on our way down, most of the elves with me were slaughtered, it wasn't a battle it was a massacre, when I saw that you had arrived I thought that we would win the battle, but then the easterlings came and I thought you were lost, as well as Rawien and Telfea, So I and the rest of the elves ran I sent an eagle to go to the city of Mirkwood to tell the others to get out, but the city was taken and alas those elves were dead, I can only pray now that Culnaur and the many that fled to rivendell are safe"

[Glorfindel]

"Maybe they will meet my forces. They are marching towards Lothlórien at the moment we speak. " Glorfindel turned to Gandalf. "Fifty light infantrymen will have reached the western borders by now, I suppose we will hear word of them very soon. Then there is a main force of minimum 600 riders and 300 archers, possibly up to 1400 soldiers maximum. Not all of them had gathered when I left Forlindon. They have to be in Eregion by now. There will come an army from Grey Havens aswell, but I have no idea when they will arrive here, not even when they will depart, or how strong they will be. That's all I have to report. And if you can excuse me now, I think I need some medical care... I am a bit... "

Glorfindel fainted....

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas rushed to Glorfindel and felf his brow "he is warm" he looks down to see that Glorfindel has a gash on his leg "This wound has been here for awhile I can't beleive he did not mention this sooner, I must get him to the houses of healing soon if we are to save this leg and Glorfindels life"

Legolas examines the wound "I don't think its poison, but we cannot be sure, I'm sorry Gandalf but this conversation will have to be continued later, I will return shortly"

Legolas picked up his freind and carries him over his shoulders to the houses of healing.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa whistled and Elanor appeared.
"Come Elanor, we must go to Lorien!" she started to leave when she heard her name being called. She turned around and saw Gilluin. "What... ???"
"Telfëa! Let me go with you to Lorien, I am injured!" she looked at Gilluin and saw that his arm was broken. She jumped down from Elanor and helped Gilluin on the horse. She mounted Elanor again, and off they were at lightning speed to go to Lorien...

[Rawien Startraveler]

As Rawien followed Haldir and the other Elves from the outpost to Caras Galadhon, her mind trailed off to a different time and to a different place. It was before she had left for Mirkwood.
The sun was rising in the east; the ships in the Grey Havens were being readied for departure. It had been meant for her; the last journey of Rawien Tindomìel. Never again would she feel pain and sorrow; never again to see the ugliness of war. To forever live in bliss away from a war torn world. She was in her room facing the harbours and Cirdan was standing in front of her, his face grave. “Please take the ship into the West,” Cirdan had said. “This is no place for you, Rawien. War is not for you…” Cirdan had sighed. “The ships are leaving tonight. Go now before it is too late.” He gently stroked her hair and cheek. “There’s nothing for you here.” Cirdan had nodded reassuringly to her and left the room, leaving her alone.
But even though the time of the elves was over, she had felt reluctant to take the ship. “War is not for you.” Cirdan had said. Rawien had placed her elven sword, Gwemegil, on the bed, its surface gleaming in the morning light. She had picked it up, holding it in front of her like a warrior. Determent, she had stared out of the window; no, her time on Middle-Earth was not over yet. She had still business to do here. She was still needed… At noon, she had left for Mirkwood. Cirdan, her foster father, had stayed behind; he would await her return.

Haldir tore her out of her thoughts. “My Lady,” he said. “We’re here.” Coming to her senses, Rawien focused on what was in front of her; Caras Galadhon, the Heart of Elvendom on Earth.

[Glorfindel]

..........

While Legolas was carrying him to the Houses of Healing, a vision enacted for Glorfindel mind's eye...

With an enormous speed, he was taken into the air, going south. A forest loomed up, followed by the view of a legion marching north. It were Orcs, thousands of Orcs. They were coming from Isengard, he could see the white hand on their armour. They were planning to attack the last Elven stronghold from behind! The next moment he was taken back to Lórien.

With a scream Glorfindel awoke.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa and Gilluin finally reached Lorien. Elven gaurds greeted them.
"Who are you, and what business do you have here in Lothlorien?" One of the guards demanded.
"You know a friend in need, do you not?" Telfëa pulled back her hood and the Elves saw that is was her.
"Indeed a friend you are Telfëa!" They said, bowing. "Lady Galadriel will be happy to see that you have come. You're friend, is he alright?" Telfëa looked at Gilluin, and it seemed as though he was going to pass out.
"No... no he is not. Please take him to the Healing Houses, his name is Gilluin. He is from Rivendell. A friend of mine is a friend of yours, no?"
"Of coarse we will take him. You need to go rest and then you can see Galadriel. Go on, rest first." The Elven Guards took Gilluin to the Healing Houses and Telfëa was going to rest, but then she remembered Elanor. She turned around to find that the Elves had already taken Elanor. "Hmm..." she thought to herself. "Yet another sleepless night this will be. Rest I will not.. I shall look for my friends among these fair elves. I wonder..." her thoughts trailed back to when she left Legolas and the others and everyone was separated back in Mirkwood. "I wonder if... if they made it allright...." then a sudden fear rose up in her... "I am not alone..." her thoughts were over taken and she heard Galadriel's voice in her head.
"Lady Telfëa... why do you despair? You know what path lies ahead for you... you have wanted it... and asked for it many times... do you fear what you have laid upon yourself?"
"No! No I do not... I fear neither pain nor death... but those words are not mine. I am no sheild maiden of a far off land. I am an elf... a warrior... I must do this... My lady, what have I done?" Telfëa's thoughts turned dark.. but Galadriel brought light back to them.
"Telfëa... you have done only what you wanted, but.. it was a decision in haste, and I wish I could release you from it.. You made an oath... and you can not break it. You must fight with my army to the..."
"Death." Telfëa finished the sentence. "I fear it now... I don't know why, but I want to see the end of the Third Age. Be it prosperous or trecherous.. I care not." Telfëa sighed. "But I know what I must do.."
"Then rest my dear friend... sleep. You have deprived your self of it for too long. Go now, find comfort in my forest. You are protected for a while. But I fear not for long. I feel a shadow growing on Lothlorien... but for the moment, you are safe. Go, rest." and with that the feeling of Galadriel went away from Telfëa, but not completely. She went to rest... and finally, she slept.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Originally posted by Glorfindel
..........

While Legolas was carrying him to the Houses of Healing, a vision enacted for Glorfindel mind's eye...

With an enormous speed, he was taken into the air, going south. A forest loomed up, followed by the view of a legion marching north. It were Orcs, thousands of Orcs. They were coming from Isengard, he could see the white hand on their armour. They were planning to attack the last Elven stronghold from behind! The next moment he was taken back to Lórien.

With a scream Glorfindel awoke.

Legolas jumped with a start, and laid Glorfindel on the ground, "what? what is it?" Legolas saw fear in Glorfindels eyes "What have you seen?" he said slowly.

[Glorfindel]

"Orcs... an army of Orcs approaches us from the south. They have just entered the East Emnet!" Legolas gasped.
"How strong are they, and when will they be here?" he asked
"Five thousand at least. They will reach Lorien in three, maximum four days. You have to inform Gandalf!"
"I will, but first I will take you to the Healers." Legolas said
"I can go on my own," Glorfindel replied, "go now, hurry!" and Legolas ran off.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas ran as fast as he could through the thickets and the trees, he ran up to where they were and found Gandalf.

"Gandalf, Gandalf!, we must hurry orcs are comming, five thousand of them, they will be here in three or four days" gandlaf looked at Legolas with a stern eye "are you sure about this, who has said this"
"glorfindel has seen it, he has never been wrong about anything like this before, he says that theres are going to attack us from behind, they are the same band that have taken Mirkwood, saruman is attacking us from the south and ,Mordor from the north, and know one can be sure whether the bands of easterlings have returned to Mordor if if they too are comming, Gandlaf we must prepare!!!!"

Gandalf sat silently for a momnet then went to lord celeborn and the lady galadriel, after a few moments of murmuring whispers he turns back to Legolas "I have comfirmed your news with galadriel, she has forseen this too. We must now prepare for this battle, 5 thousand won't be too hard to manadged, but there are as we speak 700,000 orcs, uruk hai and men marching to lorien.

Legolas could not beleive his ears when he heard this "there is less than a fifth of that amount of elves in lorien to defend us" gandalf nodded "Lorien is going to need more than just elves to defend it, that si why as we speak the dwarves, men and other elves are re-grouping in the city just north of here, where we must go now.

Legolas followed Gandalf, celeborn and Galadriel to the city where he was met by the faces of thousand of people of all different, races, gender and age. Gandalf looked at legolas "this is our only army left, every single race has been brought togther, and as we speak, more elves are comming on ships as you have told me, and I am sure that many others are making there way here as we speak, we can only hope that they reach us before the armies do."

[Glorfindel]

"It's not are last army," a sudden voice said. They turned around and saw Glorfindel, whos leg was dressed. "Look there." he pointed to the air. "They are coming to help us."
A enormous group of ealges was flying above the trees. There were hundreds of them, all descendants of the great Thorongil.
"They haven't forgot the Ancient Times, when their people helped our ancestors. Nor have they forgotten the Battle of the Five armies, where they came to our aid. They will fight to the last eagle, to victory or death."
"Let us hope it will be victory," Legolas replied. "Although I do not have much hope for it."
"You never know," Gandalf whispered, "you never know..."

Glorfindel turned around, looking for Celeborn.
"Lord Celeborn, I offer you my services, and those of my men. We will fight for these lands to the very end of all things. I do not know they will be here in time, but a regiment of my soldiers, the only I could unite under my banner, will come to our aid."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

whilst everone was talking legolas looked around to see who was exactly there, he saw elves fromm rivendell, mirkwood, the grey havens and lothlorien, there were evn elves from the sea, he cauld also an army of dawrves that had come all the way from the iron hills, there were many gondorians and people from rohan, there was no time for anyone to flee to rivendell, so there were many women and children present, Legolas looked across the crowd and saw many faces that he recognised, theoden, aragorn, faramir, denthor, boromir, elrond, gimli, theoden, eomer and his father, he went ammediately to them to tell them of the news.

[Glorfindel]

While Glorfindel was talking to Celeborn, a messenger came running towards them.
"My Lord! Reinforcements have arrived! Fifty heavely armed soldiers.They come from Forlindon, and are under the command of Glorfindel, as they told me. They will be here in less then an hour."

"Lord Celeborn," Glorfindel said, "give me horses, some additional men and I will attack that Orc army as soon as my soldiers have arrived. Maybe I can take Legolas with me?.."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Originally posted by Glorfindel
While Glorfindel was talking to Celeborn, a messenger came running towards them.
"My Lord! Reinforcements have arrived! Fifty heavely armed soldiers.They come from Forlindon, and are under the command of Glorfindel, as they told me. They will be here in less then an hour."

"Lord Celeborn," Glorfindel said, "give me horses, some additional men and I will attack that Orc army as soon as my soldiers have arrived. Maybe I can take Legolas with me?.."

Celeborn thought hard "it all depends on when they come, we may need Legolas here"

legolas tells his father of the distressing news and thranduil disapares "never fear father, it will be retaken, we will get back what is ours, and the armies of mordor will pay for what they have done" thranduil looked at him "we cannot take back what has gone, the forest has been destroyed and most of my people are dead, there is no hope left for the people of Mirkwood, when and if this war is over we will have no home!!"

Denethor listens to the poor Thranduil and is painfully reminded about his great city falling to the enemy.

[Glorfindel]

Denethor walked to Thranduil.
"When we will retake what was ours, I will help you to rebuild your homes. we have to help eachother."

..........

"Allright then, take Legolas with you. I expect you to be back in a week. that will be close to the time Mordor's armies will attack us. I'll give you 150 archers. Will this be enough?"
"Thank you mylord, it is more then I hope for. We will set off at once."
Glorfindel bowed and walked to Legolas. Then both of them went to the stables. Two hours later they wanted to set off, accompagnied by 200 riders, all of them carrying bows.
They mouthed their horses, when a voice called for Legolas.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas turned to see that it was his beloved Rawien, he jumps of his horse and runs to her and they tightly Embrace he then puts his hnads on her cheeks " I thought you were lost!!!" legolas exclaimed and kissed her, "I can say the same thing about you!" rawien laughed.

[Balrog X]

Pyroreaper the captin of the mordors 700,000 army leading them in to lothlorien
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Pyroreaper turns and stop the army "We must quicken our pace the nazgul have spotted them gathering forces" he turns once again and they start running.

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel looked to the two and thought about a long time ago, when he knew a fair Elven maiden...
.....
The sun was shining on a beautifull courtyard, a fountain was splashing. Next to the fountain, two persons were sitting, close to eachother. Both had long blonde hairs that were entangling in a smooth breeze.
They where whispering gentle words to eachother, words which expressed a deep love. It was a day of celebrations; on the towers of the white city they lived in there were coloured banners, music sounded from everywhere.
But then, a horn dtarted blowing, a second joined in. People started to scream, and the couple heared other, foul voices.
"Orcs!" the man said. "This can't be!" But it was true.There were Orcs everwhere.
"Quickly! We have to go!" The two Elves ran off, into a house. There, they grabbed some food and weapons and left it again, running to a big palace. On their way, the man had to kill several attackers.
There were fights everywhere, there were people yelling everywhere. The male Elf looked a last time behind him before entering the palace, and saw his kin beiing slaughtered. Then he ran inside, following his girl.
They went to a small room, where more and more people entered. A wall turned aside, and a secret doorway was revealed. All the people rushed inside the dark tunnel.
They ran and ran, without looking behind them. After some time, they came into open space, on a narrow moutain path. They climbed it and continued their way as fast as they could. When they passed a bent in the path, they turned around and looked at their city. It was burning everywhere, the fields around it were black coloured by the legions of Orcs.
They wanted to go further, but then - fire encircled them, many Elves fell down. The male Elf saw his maiden disappearing into the flames.
"NO!!" he screamed, "NOOO!!!"

OOC: Meant as a flashback, meant as some character development... it was in the past, so you can't affect it. It was a reaction to what Glorfindel saw when he looked at Legolas and Rawien

[Silvorn]

(OOC: my, my, would you look at that! I'm absent for a day and there's already two full blasted pages of unread material... you people are very devoted to this rp)

The ships had at last docked on the shores bordering the Golden Wood.

"Finally," Culnaur murmured under his breath as he watched his forces along with Doleniel's healers vacate the boats flooding onto the bank. Setting a brisk pace, he made his way to the head of the columns.

"We march immediately for Lorien," he cried as a rushing chear reverberated through the surrounding forests. Drawing his sword and signaling westward the army of the Vanyar and the healers commenced their trek with the blowing of elven horns.

They wasted absolutely no time. Scouts were sent darting off in the distance to bring back reports every few minutes about the surroudings and were replaced periodically by fresh runners to conserve energy. The imposing sight of every Light-elf, glistening golden in their brass armor, their red cloaks swaying in the breeze was enough to engender a grim terror in the eyes of the enemy.

The steady rate of their travel would place them within Lothlorien's borders in the next half hour. Culnaur frowned as a scout came dashing through branches to meet him.

"My lord," he gasped, catching hurried breaths between each phrase. "Orcs!," he wheezed, "hundreds of them approaching from behind."

"These are the orcs fleeing Mirkwood?" the red cloaked commander asked quickly.

"We believe so, my lord. They are running head long to engage a suicidal attack upon Lorien. If we hurry, we can intercept them before they reach the elven realm," the scout reported, his breathing becoming more controlled.

"Send a messenger to Caras Galadhon immediately. Tell them that the Vanyar have arrived." Culnaur glanced to Doleniel. "You and your healers go to Lothlorien and set up your stations, I fear they will be dearly needed." Turning back to his warriors, he increased the volume of his commanding voice.

"Yet again, we are waylayed from uniting with our kin. Orcs approach Lorien from behind. They are the same foul creatures that tasted our blades and fled Mirkwood in shamefull defeat." Contempt and rage began building in each soldiers eyes.

"Let the fury of the Light-elves be kindled!!" he cried. "They shall meet our swords once again, none will survive." A roar of approval uncommon to elves erupted from the standing warriors. "March now with the winds of the west cloaking your heels!!"

Followed by a massive force insued with lethal intent, Culnaur ran with all possible speed to block the enemy's entry into the Golden Wood...

[doleniel]

"I fear you are right, and we will be needed desperately." Doleniel turns to her healers. "Weapons out healers! We march for the city, and there are foes aplenty on the way! We march"

The hundred elves in Doleniel's command began to move towards the city as Doleniel mounted her horse to ride ahead and find places to set up.

[Tirithel]

ANORWEN

The boat became a jumble of chaos, and the woman had no clue what was going on. Elves were rushing to shore and spurting into the forest. Some of Doleniel's people were joining them. Not wanting to lose the one semi-familiar face she knew, Anorwen grabbed Mithel as well as the Healer-warden's horse and led them off the ship.

Dol, with a quick glance of gratitude leapt to her horse's back and spurred him onto the head of the column. Anorwen followed suit.

"Lady!" she cried, confused and scared. "Lady Doleniel!" Mithel began to gain on the bay in the lead. Taking up a spot beside her, Anorwen finally caught her attention. The red-haired elf looked at her somewhat impatiently; afterall, she was in the middle of flight and battle.

"Where are we going?" Anorwen paused. "Where are we?"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Legolas looked at Rawien, holding her tight as if he was afraid to loose her again. “Will you join me?” Legolas asked and lifted her head. She half-smiled, her fingers gently caressing his cheeks. “I don’t know, Legolas,” Rawien whispered. Legolas frowned. “I’m not leaving you here. I won’t loose you again.” Rawien was about to answer; when a battle clad elf appeared. “Lady Rawien,” he said. “Someone wishes to speak to you.”
Legolas looked at her with sadness in his eyes, his breathing heavily. “Rawien, we’re leaving now. I may not return. I do not want this to be our last meeting.” Legolas lowered his head. Rawien looked at him and lifted his head with her hand. “I don’t believe you, we will meet again.” Moving closer to him, she whispered: “I will find you there, trust me.” Pulling the hood up, she kissed him and gently squeezed his hand one last time, before following the elf. Looking over her shoulder she saw Legolas standing there smiling sadly.

[Glorfindel]

"Legolas, hurry! We cannot linger, we have to go. Come now."
Legolas mounted his horse, and in the lead of their riders, Glorfindel and Legolas rushed south.
..........
They had been riding for a day already, when a scout came reporting they had neared their enemies. Accompagnied by twenty archers, they went ahead to take a look at their target.

"I think we have to attack them at dawn," Glorfindel said once they calculated their chances. Then we will have advantage, because of the rising sun. A fast attack in four waves, firing all arrows we can, then riding away. Repeating this as much as needed. What do you think, Legolas?"

[thehobbitelf]

OOC: This is right before Legolas, Glorfindel and the others left ok?

Telfëa woke up later the next day around mid-day and found that she had really slept too long. She got up and stretched. She felt uneasy, so she looked out the window. She saw elves gathered and preparing to leave... all with bows in their hands and on horses. She gasped "Oh no! They will leave me behind!" she ran outside and asked Galadriel to hold them for a few minutes so she could get her gear on.
"No Telfëa. We need you here. This is where your destiny lies. And you know it."
"But my friends are all going elsewhere! Will you not let me fight beside them?"
"No... " Telfëa lowered her head. "Do not despair Telfëa. You will see your friends again.. someday. You have an oath to fulfill."
"I know..." She sighed and looked at the Army. She saw that Gilluin was leaving, so she ran to him to say farewell.

"Gilluin!" She shouted and he turned around.
"Telfëa, are you coming too?"
"No... I can't. I have to stay here... just make sure you wear my cloak that I gave you! It is a cloak from Lothlorien and it will help hide you from the enemies." She gave him a hug and said "farewell" . She then ran over to Legolas
"Legolas. Good luck friend!" She said and smiled. She patted him on the shoulder and said "Don't worry, I shall watch over Raiwen for you!" and with that she left to hold council with Galadriel and the others.

[doleniel]

Originally posted by Tirithel
ANORWEN
"Where are we going?" Anorwen paused. "Where are we?"

"We ride for the city of Caras Galadhon. Someone must tell the elves there that room must be made for our tents, and I can give aid to those injured that are already there"

[Tirithel]

ANORWEN in LOTHLORIEN

Doleniel's reply was short and to the point.

"Oh," muttered a disappointed Anorwen, hoping for better feedback. "And when will we ride for Gondor?" SHe had gotten the impression, one way or another that Lorien would be easily delivered from the siege, and that the Mirkwood Elves would soon be on their way to free the White City as well.

Dol turned to her, a serious yet sad look crossing her face.

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EOWYN at ISENGARD

More days dragged slowly on. Eowyn had sat sleepless in a dark corner for most of them, her malice and her helplessness consuming her. Her grey eyes became heavy-lidded, and ever was she peering out from under them, crouched and ready for some attack...an attack that did not come.

Since waking in this iron chamber, she'd had no news, nothing of the outside world, accept the strange movements of the trees and the occasional bellow of a deep and worldly voice. She knew not who had brought her here, and had had no contact with any creature under the sun, be it man or beast. She'd eaten nothing for days, and thought not of the happiness and smiling faces past that haunted her heart because it hurt her too badly to imagine what evil fates had found all those she loved, and so had nothing to dwell on but the twisting knot in her stomach that grew from being caged and desperate.

So she sat, gnawing her malice to quiet her grief, until a sudden screech on the floor jolted her from a deadly dream. She woke as a startled beast, eyes snapping open and body jolting to attention. Immediately, her hand went to the cuff of her boot and her fingers found the splintering edge of the stake, but it was not necessary.

At the door, a meager plate of food had been pushed through a crack. At first, she eyed it with suspicion, but finally when she saw what lay on it-- dried meats and a few thick slabs of bread, she pounced on it and brought it away from the door, still expecting someone to burst in and capture her all over again.

In a few hurried and desperate bites, she took down most of the bread, and was beginning on the meat, when a thought struck her: who had given this? She'd not been fed since she woke up in this dark despairing room, and thought indeed this castle was deserted. But this was proof; there was life here!

Forgetting altogether the food, she leapt to the door and began to pound furiously. "Hello!" she called. "Is someone there?! Can you hear me? Hello?" No answer.

"Anyone?" she began to break down. "Anyone...please help me..." It seemed she'd be alone forever.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Hooded in a dark green velvet cloak, Rawien followed the elf up through the canopies of Caras Galadhon. This city was by all means different from what she had seen before, and she had seen a lot. After the departure of the elven army, with Legolas and Glorfindel, the city was quiet; the only thing audible was the sound of bird songs and the light swish of their elven-robes. As her mind began to drift away to past events, the elf stopped and turned to her. “In there, my Lady,” he said and gestured to the main house in the tree tops. “She is waiting.”
Rawien sighed and thanked the elf. Walking up the stairs, she saw the Lord Celeborn and the Lady of Light standing on another staircase. Aragorn, Gandalf, and Lord Elrond were all present, but there was an elven maiden she had never seen before. Galadriel smiled at Rawien. “Mae Govannem, Rawien Tindómiel a Mithlond,” she said in elvish and lowered her head. Rawien lowered her head as well. Galadriel walked towards her. “Ages have past since we last had the pleasure of a lady from the Grey Havens in our company.” Galadriel said.

[Saruman]

Saruman called down to his orc workers.
'20,000 Uruk Hai must march to the forest of Lothlorien. I want them armed and ready to march by tomorrow morning. Prepare the Berserkers to fight.'
The Berserkers were the most feared of all the Uruk Hai. Standing at seven feet tall, they had long sabres, which ended in long spikes. They wore no armour except their helmets. Saruman watched that night as the goblins smothered the Berserkers in the blood of their enemies, working them into a fighting frenzy.
The Uruks left Isengard just as the sun was rising. They marched for Lothlorien.

[Kenzie]

RIVENDELL

Arwen knelt by another bed, in it lay yet another wounded soilder. A faraway screech echoed in the world outside imladeris, where dark cloud seemed to have been gathering. When she had finished with the patient she went to the window, sitting in it's sill. It had been many days since her father had left Rivendell, traveling with an army of elves who had come out of the gray havens. And an even larger amount of days since Aragorn had left. Fear bubbled inside her as she thought of both of them, she had gotten news of the great battle to come.

Footsteps echoed through the empty hallways, and they sudenly burst through her door. Out of breath and panting a mud covered messanger began to speak.
"My lady," he said at first bowing his head and taking a gulp of air. "There is call for more aid... In Lorien... They are sure to be overrun!" he finally managed to stay, plopping himself in a chair.

Arwen looked once more to the window and the darkness hovering right outside her front door. "Then we shall have to come." she said, and a smile of releif spread across the young man's face.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Originally posted by Glorfindel
"Legolas, hurry! We cannot linger, we have to go. Come now."
Legolas mounted his horse, and in the lead of their riders, Glorfindel and Legolas rushed south.
..........
They had been riding for a day already, when a scout came reporting they had neared their enemies. Accompagnied by twenty archers, they went ahead to take a look at their target.

"I think we have to attack them at dawn," Glorfindel said once they calculated their chances. Then we will have advantage, because of the rising sun. A fast attack in four waves, firing all arrows we can, then riding away. Repeating this as much as needed. What do you think, Legolas?"

"We cannot wait untill dawn, we must attack them an illiminate them as soon as we can, for there are worse and far stronger armies on their way to lorien, what we must do is attack them when the are cught unaware, they have been marching for quite a time now, we must lay in wait until they have started to pass us, once they have we give them volley after volley, Orcs and uruk-hai rarely wear army on their backs, The rest of the orc will be finished off by our riders, it appears that there are 500 or so there, we have more than 500 with us, they are no match for us. from our calculations they will be here in just over 2 hours, so we have until then to to set up our positions, I will place you in control of the archers and i shall take the riders in once the volley is over"

once the two had decided on what each would do they both went with there own sections and got into position, Gilluin was with Glorfindel, all they needed to do now was to wait, and wait, and wait, 2 hours passed which seemed like an eternity legolas sat up alert and listen carefully as by now everyone could hear the army appraching Legolas signaled to glorfindel to get ready and Glorfindel Nodded, nothing could be heard as the orcs began marching by.

[doleniel]

Originally posted by Tirithel
ANORWEN in LOTHLORIEN
"Oh," muttered a disappointed Anorwen, hoping for better feedback. "And when will we ride for Gondor?" SHe had gotten the impression, one way or another that Lorien would be easily delivered from the siege, and that the Mirkwood Elves would soon be on their way to free the White City as well.

Dol turned to her, a serious yet sad look crossing her face.

"I'm afraid it will not be that easy. Even now, an army far larger than you could imagine marches on these woods. Even if we do win here, which will be difficult, Gondor has been overrun with orcs. Do you think that an army of Mordor orcs would reach the elven lands without first taking Gondor and Rohan? The kings of men are even now taking refuge in Caras Galadhon. I think it may be a long time before you see your home again, my friend."

A look of fury crosses Anorwen's face. "You knew" she cries "You knew of this, and you did not tell me"

Doleniel says nothing and they ride in silence. After a while, Doleniel speaks again, with a sad tone in her voice "We have reached the city. There are refugee camps all around. If there is anyone you want to find, they are either here or dead. Once you are done with your business in the camps, meet me at the houses of healing. We will need your help."

Doleniel rides into the city leaving Anorwen staring seethingly at her back. She is nearing the houses of healing when a voice comes out of the trees behind her

"Well well well, our little runaway has finally returned"

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa saw Rawien walk in. She waited for Galadriel to greet her and then she stepped forward.

"Hello Rawien, I am Telfëa." Telfëa bowed to Rawien. "I will be sort of.. looking out for you for someone." Telfëa smiled when she saw the migled look of confusion with a little bit of amusement on Rawien's face. "Anyhow, we need to take council with the Lady of the Woods, and the rest of these fair peoples." Telfëa returned to her seat

[Kenzie]

RIVENDELL

Arwen stood clad in a light mail she had never needed to wear before. He sword hung at her side, and she did not look at all herself. She was scared to her wit's end, but she hung on to a thin strand of hope for her loved ones. all the elves that were able to fight, who still dwelt in Imladeris, began to slowly gather before her and the now rested messanger. Only a few archers were left to defend the city. Arwen could only guess that the enemy was far to occupied to bother rivendell, at least for the current.

Arwen had set one of her closest friends to stay in charge. Elrond had appointed the task to herself and forbid her to go with him, but now she had no choice but to disobey him. By dusk of the next day, each member of the army on it's mount, they set out.

[Rawien Startraveler]

LOTHLORIEN.
Rawien sat down beside Aragorn and Elrond and looked at Telfëa. “Looking out for you for someone” she wondered. Who would send her a bodyguard? She smiled to herself. Of course, Legolas. “Don’t worry about me, Legolas,” She sent to him, as if he was able to hear her. Lord Aragorn leaned slightly towards her. “How are your wounds?” he asked and smiled at her. Rawien looked at him. “My wounds… wait, how do you know about-“Realizing the truth she returned his smile. “So it was you who tended my wounds. I should have known.” Rawien patted him gently on his shoulder. “I believe it was the Athelas plant that gave you away.” Lord Aragorn simply smiled at this reply. Rawien looked at Telfëa. The other elf had long brown hair and brown eyes, a combination rarely seen among elves. Telfëa caught Rawien’s gaze and smiled at her.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa smiled at Rawien and figured that from her gaze she was wandering about her appearance. She didn't make any reply, because it wasn't really a topic to be discussed in the middle of a war. She chuckled to herself and Aragorn raised his eyebrow. "Nothing Aragorn, nothing." she smiled at him. Then she gave him a stern look. "Lord Aragorn," she said and walked over to him. "You MUST get Arwen here soon. I fear for her." Aragorn nodded. "As do I my lady! So much will be lost in this war... so much." Telfëa went back to her seat and started thinking about a time when her a parents were still alive. She closed her eyes and emerged herself in thoughts.

[Tirithel]

ANORWEN in LORIEN

Doleniel rode curtly away, and the rest of her charge followed. Anorwen, however, halted her steely grey mount and silently watched them pass.

It couldn't be true. They had seemed so confident...the way Lord Boromir's face lit as he spoke of the victory at Osgiliath...the light glinting on his armor, and the banner of the white tree, flying free and glorious in the blue sky...

All are...gone?

Her young face contorted in dreadful sobs, eyes wet with many tears, and body exhausted from days of travel, Anorwen gave a tortured, but piercing cry to her steed and spurred him into the brush. The animal was healthy, its legs long and haunches powerful, and as it tore its way into the forest, Anorwen soon saw they were passing the caravan of healers...Doleniel did not even have time to look her in the face as she sped by.

Survivors are in the city, that is what she said...Anorwen thought. Mithel's hooves beat powerfully against the leafy turf on the slim path into the heart of Lorien. Had her heart not been a mess of anguish and rage, Anorwen would have been captivated by the liquid glory and frail beauty of the trees, the soft light of the setting sun and its warm touch on her face. But only one thing consumed her now: she had to find her own people.

Slowly, the path widened and before Anorwen knew it, Mithel had slowed to an elegant walk, as to point out to her their location. The giant silver trunks of some beautiful tree loomed over her, and the light of sunset feathered everything with a delicate golden glow. Lamplight peeked, hidden, from the golden leaves above, and the maid of Gondor found herself finally ensnared by the rich beauty of Caras Galadhon.

And for a short time, there was a kind of peace in her heart.

But it was not to stay. Ahead, along the path, Anorwen found them. Knights of Minas Tirith and of the Mark lay, strewn and bandaged, dirty and humbled, with defeated looks shadowing their faces.

As she rode by, they looked up at her, some with tears in their eyes, others half asleep, all of their spirits crushed, and it finally hit home; Doleniel had told the truth. Gondor was overrun, the White Tower defeated, and her children lay huddled in masses far from home.

She could take it no more. Anorwen had not slept properly in weeks, and alurred by the familiar dark eyes and raven hair of her people, brought Mithel to a halt, and fainted, sliding unconscious to the ground with a tired thud.

A few of the men were puzzled. They cast strange looks at her, and shook their handsome faces. Where has she come from? Who is she? they asked eachother in muffled whispers. It was common knowledge that most, if not all, of the women and children in the city had perished at the onslaught of a Balrog, some said Suaron himself...

Only one man stood out of the crowd and dared step toward her. With a single compassionate look, he lifted her from the spot she had fallen, and laid her down gently among the soldiers. He cast his cloak over her, folding a corner of it into a cushion under her dark head.

"She is one of your own--" he said commandingly to his men. "And has likely been through no less danger than we. Leave her in peace, and hold her in equal regard."

Faramir cast a stern look around, and sat back down.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien saw the Telfëa close her eyes. Half-smiling she focused on the council. So many of the races in Middle-Earth were present; Elves, Men, Dwarves. All gathered here for the same purpose; to discuss the fate of Middle-Earth. Slowly she rose from her seat, her dark-green velvet robe making a light swish as it touched the floor. Rawien felt the attention of the crowd turning towards her. “My friends,” She began, gazing around with her green-blue elven eyes. “There is little time left. I sense the gathering darkness moving towards these fair lands. I felt it in the Grey Havens too. I’ve come to offer some of my wisdom in these dark hours.” After a short pause she continued. “As we speak, Legolas Thrandulion and Glorfindel of Forlindon are riding out to meet the enemy.” Rawien glanced around sternly. “Unfortunately, the Grey Havens can only offer so little support, as the majority of its inhabitants have already left with the ships to Valinor. But some have come.” Bowing her head in respect, she sat down. Elrond placed his hand on her left forearm and nodded carefully.

[Kenzie]

ROAD TO LORIEN

The great company rode on with heavy hearts. In each, a fear was growing. The animals they passed were silent and still, watching them go by solemly. They were the last reinforcment of elves that could sway this war. Arwen led them on, her horse was sure-footed. though she knew if it had been her walking she would stumble over every pebble. But she held her head high for her people, giving them hope.

The army stopped rarely, for fear of comming too late. Every now and agian from far away, an unearthly scream sounded hight above. Or the ground would rumble and shake. But they did not meet any of the enemy, and saw little of their devistation.

[Saruman]

ISENGARD

The door of the chamber opened, and Ugluk entered, carrying a leather bag.
'What news of the battles?' Asked Saruman.
'Minas Tirith is overthrown. All the free peoples have fled to Lothlorien.'
'The Dwarves as well?'
'They have all come as well. Erebor and the Iron Hills are deserted. They were participating in the battle, and were contributing even more than the Elves.'
'But the Elves are ashamed to admit it, I suspect,' laughed Saruman. 'Fools. Bickering among themselves. They can't hope to win in their sorry state. What of your mission at the White City?'
'It was successful.'
Ugluk opened the leather bag and took out a black ball, gingerly putting it on the table.
'Where did you find it?' asked Saruman.
'It was hidden, right at the top, on the seventh level,' replied Ugluk. 'No one saw me take it. The building was deserted.'
'Good, good. Now, build a base just south of Lothlorien. Moniter the battle, and train more soldiers there. I will send 2,000 reinforcements every day, as well. Take the stone with you, and report to me through it. Keep me informed of the progress of the war. The palantir must be protected at all costs. Keep it with you, hidden. Never take it out unless communicating with me. Now go.'
Ugluk obeyed, and travelled north with the Palantir of Minas Tirith.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Orthanc, Wormtongue was outside Eowyn's room again. He had stolen the key from Saruman's library, and was putting it, slowly, nervously, in its lock. After what seemed like an eternity of debating, he nodded to himself, and turned the key. He would probably never see her again, but it was better than this.
As the door unlocked, it mage a loud click, which echoed through the tower. Grima paused, and looked around to see if Saruman had heard anything. There was no one there. He didn't open the unlocked door, but put the key back in the study, as though it had always been there.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Meanwhile Legolas was lying in wait forthe riders to go in, Legolas signaled to the elves to get ready and be prepared to ride at any moment. the 500 hundred orcs marched by as Legolas waited for Glorfindel to start the attack, the arrows fired just as the orcs passed Legolas' band of warriors, another volley was fired and then another and another.

Legolas raised his hand and an elf nearby blew the horn to signal the attack, the orcs did not know what was comming until riders from both sides galloped towards them in a mass of war crys and blowing horns.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa opened her eyes. "Legolas and his companions are fighting now as we speak." She paused. "Something is missing from our councils. We need more creatures. We must ask the Ents to fight with us. The Hobbits too. They are creatures of Middle-Earth and if they love it as they claim they do, then they will aide us in this war for them." Telfëa stood up. "We must ask Wild Men and ... anyone who might help. This is the war for the Peoples of Middle-Earth, and all should fight in it! Or at least be warned!.... I doubt the Hobbits even have any idea whatsoever about what is going on. They live peacefully and will resent us for causing an uproar, but I fear we need to take the last measures.... if possible. The forces of Mordor and Isengaurd are great and many..." She sat down and closed her eyes in thought again. She could feel Galadriel watching her, but did not open her eyes until someone spoke again.

[Lady Melody]

**Lothlorien**

"The refugess are many, they are all in great fear, and they have good reason to believe so," she muttered to herself. "so...he has come to light... so... there will battle and death...so...as I have perdicted and seen before."

In a long sombre gown, her hair left wildly free she trodded barefootedly towards her destination. She literally looked like the part of an evil human witch.

"The light is fading though it's day
at night no moon or stars
the shadow slowly finds its way
from there to here though afar
no more can and will I say
of the near and coming war
though you flee or should you stay
none will able to run that far....

...blood will still be spilled today," she sang halfway and whispered the last verse to herself.

She has arrived. The occupants of the room had actually heard what she sang, elves do have excellent hearing after all. The only reason they did not hear her coming footsteps was because she had managed to learn their grace, and eeriely she knew she seemed.

Lord Elrond was the only one who wasn't particularly surprised. He already knew of her. However, three other elves stared at her with naked surprise.

"Lady Morfae, adopted human child of Lady Galadriel," Lord Elrond smoothly countered her surprise coming. "You are looking well."

"I came to ask for permission."

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien had heard to woman approach as the rest of the council. She glanced at her, taking in her appearance. Telfëa had been sitting with her eyes closed until this woman, a stranger to them both, walked in. Rawien looked at Telfëa, who sent her an “I have no idea” look. Rawien smirked at her. How she wished she was by Legolas’ side. Closing her eyes, her mind trailed into thoughts. She felt her mind travel up over the council room, passing the tree tops of the mallorn trees as she went. Her mind absorbed the scene before her, so quiet and calm…so peaceful. But suddenly Rawien felt herself being pulled away. She gasped at the scene that unfolded in front of her. The last army of the free people of Middle-Earth stood on a barren wasteland, mingled with orcs. The trees were gone here, cut down and burned. Rawien saw Legolas kill several orcs with his deadly knives, swirling gracefully around to kill yet another orc. She missed him so much... Huge animals approached from the enemy’s lines, their huge tusks clearing everything in their path. One of them came straight towards a hobbit, speeding up as it came. The look of his face, a look of resignation and helplessness, drove a sharp point straight into the helpless onlooker’s heart. She tried to reach out for him, tried to save him. The animal kept on coming. She cried out repeatedly, reached for him desperately. But then, the vision shattered like glass.
The elven maiden jumped up from her seat in the council room, her eyes popping open wide, sweat on her forehead and her breath coming in gasps. Rawien saw the other starring at her, their expression full of wondering. Galadriel looked at her, her stare stern. “I know what it is you saw, for it is also in my mind.”

[Lady Melody]

"You are granted permission," was Lady Galadriel's reply.

She did it subtly as always. Breathing steadily and surely she summoned those visions that filled her mind and lifted the dam of thoughts clouding the others' minds so that they could also see, flooding all of their senses. The visions have always been the same of late, it's one of the reasons that her current state is quite a wreck. She's no paragon of all things good, but the winds carry foul news, foul smells, foul whispers. She's almost drowning in the excess of all things foul.

Now Lady Galadriel's expression was stern, and firm. Wonderful how that she-elf could blend all the meaning of ageless wisdom, etherel beauty, and a myriad of other emotions all rolled into one of those expressions.

“I know what it is you saw, for it is also in my mind.”

Hello understatement of the whole age award.

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel came galopping towards the Orcs, firing one arrow after the other. To his horror, he saw Legolas rushing forward, ready to engage the Orcs.

"Legolas!" Glorfindel yelled, "Legolas! Do not engage them! Don't engage!" But it was to late; Legolas and his men charged into the Orcish lines. They killed many enemies, but soon they were surrounded. And soon, the first Elves fell. They were outnumbered, and one by one they wer slain. Glorfindel compared balanced the situation, and took his decision.

"Line up! Reform the lines! Ready bows, and ride!!"
Glorfindel's company shoot forward, firing one volley after the other. they were heading directly for Legolas and his men.
"Swords!" Glorfindel yelled while crossing the last meters, and as one man the Elves draw their swords. The enemy lines were blown away on impact, and soon they made contact with the others.
"Ride! Get out of here! Ride!" Glorfindel said, while he looked around him and spured on his horse. He saw several Elves die, and his anger grew. He killed each Orc that was crossing his path. The next moment, he was in open field, and was crossing away of the Orcs, followed by the survivors of the attack.

Only several minutes after their escape, he stopped his horse and waited for the others. He sighed. They had left a large part of their group on the battlefield. Only 43 out of the 100 of Legolas his riders had returned, and a dozen of Glorfindel's had been killed. Many were wounded.

"Legolas!" Glorfindel said, his voice trembling with anger, "I had told you not to engage them. Only to attack them from a distance with bow and arrow. And what did you do?" If eyes could kill, Legolas would have died on that place.
Glorfindel turned around.
"They will be following us, until they have killed us all. And we will be slow because of our wounded. And in case you didnt notice, its night. Do you realise what this means? We should have waited until dawn and you should not have engaged them!"
He rushed to the horses.
"Get the wounded on horses, and follow me. And let us pray we will see the sun again..."

..........

The next day. The Elves had been riding all night long, and were exhausted. So were their horses.
"We cannot lead them directly to Lothlórien, " Glorfindel said, "they will reach us next night, if we don't leave these plains. We have to go West and approach Lórien from the hills. It will be much more difficult for them to follow us in the hills."

It was evening.The riders had reached the borders of Lothlórien, but when they looked behind them, they could see the enemies nearing. They entered the forest and stopped.
"We will defend ourselves here, between the trees. We cannot escape them anymore, we have to fight them here. If they break through, they will manage to harm our people a lot, even when only a few of them survive us. Now, I want the wounded in the trees to shoot the Orcs from above. The others will stay on the ground, firing every arrow you have. And I command. Am I clear?"
The others confirmed the orders. Glorfindel walked to Legolas, who was standing a bit on the side.
"Legolas, ... it is allright. I forgive you. But you should not have engaged them."
"I know," Legolas replied, "and I am sorry."
"Now, let us get a good spot before the Orcs get here."

..........

Glorfindel ducked and killed two Orcs with one stroke. A few meters further Legolas stabbed an Orc down, pulled back his knive and finished another one.
"We can't hold it any longer!" Legolas yelled, "there are too many of them!"
They had killed many Orcs when they entered the forest, while hiding in the trees. Then they had charged and killed more, but they were outnumbered. Slowly they were driven back.
But then, a horn blew, and hundreds of riders charged into the forest; the army from Forlindon had arrived!

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas sighed as he saw the army approaching, Legolas felt a surge of energy and adreniline pump into his body and spun round to slice off an orcs head. The riders stormed in and took down the orcs one by one. Legolas picked up his bow and fired as many arrows as her could spare at the orcs that were now turning to flee "We cannot let them escape" Shouted Glorfindel. Legolas ran up beside him and watched as the riders took out the hundred or so orcs that were fleeing. One battle was over but many more were comming. Legolas and Glorfindel looked at each other and both sighed with relief "We should return to the city now, we cannot linger here" Glorfindel nodded and turned to the elves "Pile the Carcases up and burn them"

as the bodys were being collected a rider from the army from Forlindon approached.

[Saruman]

ISENGARD

Saruman gazed into the stone.
'What news of the battle?'
'I sent an army to Lothlorien. None survived,' came the voice of Ugluk. 'They weren't outnumbered. The enemy were just too fast.'
'Send a few troops in now and then to keep them occupied until tomorrow,' said Saruman. 'A few Berserkers, I suggest. They are so frenzied that they don't care how many times they get hit, and they intimidate the opposition. By tomorrow afternoon, I will have sent more reinforcements. More powerful ones. I will also send goblin workers. They can dig pits at the base and train more soldiers.'
'Yes, sir.'
While contacting Ugluk, Saruman had sensed another presence, watching them, spying...
'Sir, you summoned me?'
Saruman turned to see one of the orc generals. He dismissed the uneasy thoughts, and spoke:
'Yes, there is much to do. Send word to the base at Rohan to scour the plains, and ensnare all the horses they can find. They must be alive. Assemble the Dunlendings and order them, and the warg riders, to ride to the base at Lothlorien. Send them all. They must reach the base by tomorrow afternoon, along with as many soldiers as you can send. They all must be armoured; make the goblins work faster.'
'Yes, milord.'
The orc turned to leave, but stopped when Saruman added:
'Oh, and one more thing. Prepare the Devilry of Orthanc.'
'How much?'
'As much as you can. Take that to Lothlorien as well.'

[Glorfindel]

Originally posted by Legolas of Mirkwood
as the bodys were being collected a rider from the army from Forlindon approached.

"Hail, Lord Glorfindel. It looks like we arrived right on time." he turned to Legolas. "Lord Legolas, I assume?"
Glorfindel looked at Legolas.
"Legolas, may I introduce you to Aisteru, my Herald."
"Mae govannen, Aisteru," Leegolas said.
Glorfindel turned to Aisteru/
"How many soldierse did you bring with you?" he asked.
"Well," Aisteru started, "I have eighthundred Elven riders here with me. Ninehundred others are now waiting in the Dimrill Dale."
"So onethousand sevenhundred riders? That is more then I had hoped for," Glorfindel said. "I expected 1400 at most."
"Then I have some good news for you," Aisteru said with a smile, "that is not all I have with me. I said Elven riders. I brought some others with me too."
"Who? How much?" Glorfindel asked surprised.
"Twohundred Dúnedain from Eriador I brought with me. Some hundred other Men, who wanted to fight for their future. Even Hobbits joined us: hundred archers, riding together with the Dúnedain. But behold, the best hasn't come yet... thousand Dwarves from the Blue Mountains! And my brother is gathering another army in the Ettenmoors. He tracks every possible warrior: Rangers, Hobbits, Dwarves, Men and each possible creature. He will try to come through the Pass of Mount Gundabad."

Glorfindel gasped.
"Thousand Dwarves?... That makes more then threethousand warriors! And are they all here?"
"They are gathered in the Dimrill Dale," Aisteru replied, "Will I get them to the woods?"
Glorfindel thought for a moment.
"Get the Dwarves, Hobbits and Men. Leave the Dúnedain and those ninehundred Elves there, let them stay in the Dale. Tell them to stay quiet, until they here message from us. Or wait, I will come myself."
He turned to Legolas.
"Legolas, go to Caras Galadhon and tell them we have destroyed our target. Do not mention our firends here. Now, while we are going to get our friends, the others have to burn the Orcs on the plains. Let it be a warning for others."

And so it happened. Legolas went to Caras Galadhon, while Aisteru and Glorfindel went to the Dimrill Dale.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas rode into the city whilst he was riding he was thinking about the many that had come from afar to fight against the enemy and as many as there were he knew that it was still not enough to fight off the forces of Mordor and Orthanc. He arrived at the city and leapt off his horse, and ran to the council, many people tried to ask him off the news but he stopped for no one. He headed to the council and entered quietly he glanced around to see many elves. "I bring news, the orcs that were attacking from the north have all been slayed Glorfindel is remaining on the outer bordors of the woods and is burning the bodies and is watching for more approaching enemies" Legolas was nearly about to speak of the new arrivals but remembered that Glorfindel had wished that this news should not be told yet.

"We are safe" Legolas sighs and says "For now"

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel reached Dimrill. On top of one of the hills, he looked down into the Dale. A big grin appeared on his face, he couldn't resist it. It was the first good thing he saw since he had entered the war: more then twothousand warriors, gathered in the Dale. He moved forward, towards a banner that was standing in the middle of the Dale.
"Hail, my lord," a tall Man said. "I am Arvalbad, brother of Halbarad. I brought 200 of my kin to fight alongside you. I hope our help will be usefull."
"You are most welcome, Arvalbad, Ranger of the North. You and your kin."
Glorfindel looked around him.
"Please gather your men, I have to tell them something." Only a few moments, every person in the Dale was listening to what Glorfindel had to say.
"I thank all of you for your coming," he started, "and I am very gratefull. You remember me of the Ancient Times, when all peoples united to fight against Evil. Let us hope, we will survive these Dark Times. Now, I want you to do some things; I want the Dwarves, Men and Hobbits to follow me. We will go to the woods of Lothlórien, right to Caras Galadhon. There we will unite with other brave ones; there we will unite our Last Army to fight for our future and the future of our people. Prepare to leave!"
Glorfindel now turned to Arvalbad.
"I give you the command of those who stay here; that are the Elves and your Men. You have to hold Dimrill Dale, until you receive message from us. You need to be fast and mobile when I call for your help. And I want you to keep an eye on the southern plains. Do you have any questions?"
"No my lord. I don't think so. I will stay hidden here, unless the woods are under attack. Then I will come when I think it is needed."
"Very well. We will go now. Namarië, Arvalbad!"
And so Glorfindel, Aisteru, and the soldiers departed from Dimrill Dale. On the same moment Legolas reached Caras Galadhon, they arrived at the borders of the woods.

..........

Day came into the air, Caras Galadhon awoke. Suddenly, horns started blowing. People came running to see what was happening. Soon they saw what was going on: a large host of riders was approaching. Glorfindel had arrived.

[Rawien Startraveler]

As Rawien saw Legolas walk into the council room, she felt her heart leap. He was alive. With teary eyes she walked over to him. "Welcome, back," she said and passed him, brushing him slightly. Looking back over her shoulder, she beggened with her smile for him to follow.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas nodded "I shall join you in a moment, I have some business to be dealt with first" Legolas watched as she wandered out, turning back to Galadriel and the others he said "Glorfindel should be traveling back before the morrow, when he arrives we should held a council of all races, for now I think it wise if we all stay in the city accept for the scouts who who will be trveling in and out all evening"

gandalf sat thoughtfully smoking his pipe and then stood up "Very well, it appears that nothing can be done as of yet, when glorfindel gets back we can hold our council...which may very well be the last council that we get to hold, now I have some business to discuss with aragorn and lord celeborn, the rest of you may go" Everyone stood from their seats and slowly left one by one, Legolas left last and wondered outside.

He looked around and then glanced up and saw his beloved Rawien standing on a balconey over lookiing the city at night.

[Rawien Startraveler]

A soft wind played with Rawien’s dark curls as she stood on the balcony, over looking the elven city of Caras Galadhon. Seeing Legolas approaching from below, she gasped inside. He was wearing a robe of the colour blue with elongated sleeves with a high collar; silver belt and a silver circlet. He truly looked like a Prince of Mirkwood. Rawien herself was wearing a midnight blue gown made of fragile silk under her dark green cloak, a silver circlet adorning her forehead. She smiled at him and crossed a bridge to tree further on. Smirking he followed.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas followed her as if her were enchanted by her beauty and her presence, she smiled at him and he apprached her, he held her hand in his and brought it close to her face, he had longed to see her and had thought of her all the time whilst he was fighting, he looked into her beautiful deep blue and inspiring eyes and kissed her softly on her lips, the stars shone around them and the moon was glowing brightly, and it seemed for that perfect moment that there was no troubles in the world, he seemed to forget the fore-comming doom as he was completely taken over by his will to be with her.

[Rawien Startraveler]

The cloak only made a light swish as it fell to the ground, revealing the fragile dress that seemed if she should sneeze, it would fall off. Legolas smiled and cupped her face with his hands, kissing her again, but more passionately.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas looked in awe at Rawien "You...you look beautiful, perfect even" he smiles and looks and admires her, her beautiful hair flows down past her fair face, her dress is beautiful it fits perfecty over her beautifully shaped body and fits her perfectly as it flows over her hips on over her handsom legs.

[Rawien Startraveler]

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” she said leaning her forearms on the railing and stared out at the wondrous view. Legolas stepped up to the railing beside her, leaning in very close. Legolas was looking at her again, his eyes soaking in her beauty. He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of Rawien, felt the warmth of her skin. Opening his eyes, he sighed. “I know... I wanted to come back for you” As he finished, hardly even aware of the motion, he reached out and stroked Rawien’s arm. Legolas moved closer, starring at her intensely until she turned to face him. Rawien wanted to look away, but she didn’t. Instead she was falling deeper into his eyes, and he into hers.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

"I couldn't stand being away from you, when i thought that you were lost my heart sank, but here you are, please promiss me that you will stay with me? I love you too much to lose you" he gently strokes her cheek ans her hair "You mean the world to me, I would die for you"

[Kenzie]

(OCC: this is the the same day, but a few hours before at sunset.)

Arwen crested the hill on her grey mare. she looked down in suprise at the whole of Dhimril Dale. An Army sat there in waiting.
Over the past week Arwen had led her company out of Rivendell and gone south untill the had reached Hollin. There they turned aside to the misty mountians, slowing them down greatly. The pass was small and it took a bulk of the time to get everyone through it. But now she stood there. An Elvish army behind her, and lothlorien's borders in sight. She squinted in the fading light, afraid that the enemy had come between her and her destination.

Some came up the hill and stood beside her. A murmer went up among them. Sudenly, an Elf who stood behind her cried out.

"That is no enemy! Look!" he pointed to a camp, closest to the bottom of the hill. Everyone pointed there gaze downward and many tried to move to the front. A man was rushing out horn in hand, ready to blow it at a moments notice. The figure was clearly not foul, he wore a ranger's atire, an elvish sword in one hand. He brought the horn to his lips.

"HALT!" arwen shouted and spurred her horse forth, but it was to late, and the horn's ringing note echoed through the vally. Men immediatly rushed forth and out of their tents. The man below them drew his sword and readied himself.

"Halt I say!" Arwen cried agian, and came forth alone to confront the man. upon seeing her face he quickly lowered his weapon and bent his head in respect.

"I am terribly sorry." the man said, and straightened out agian. "I could not be sure if it was the enemy that was upon us." his men began to fill in behind him, murrmering in confusion.

"It is understandable." Arwen said, dismounting in relief. "We are the last left in Rivendell, we come to offer what aid we can. But we are weary, we will be not much use at our current state." The man nodded at this, and looked beyond arwen to the elves that began to flow down the hill.

"You are most welcome to join us here, there is more than enough room here."

"Thank you, then we shall."

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa went on her own path after Legolas came bearing news. She new in her heart that her friend Gilluin would not be returning. All was well though, for she wasn't attached. She could never be attached to anything after the death of her parents that cold night eons ago. She went to the kitchen and got some Elvish wine and walked about the upper courtyards. She looked into the land before her and saw Rawien and Legolas. She sighed and said to herself "They are so beautiful together. If only my life could be filled with beauty everlasting." She walked on to another balcony and saw Aragorn alone. She wandered where Arwen was. She slowly walked down and joined Aragorn, as he was sitting under a tree smoking a pipe.
"Mae Govannen Aragorn." She said and sat down beside him.
:Mae Govannen. Are you OK?" Aragorn saw on her face that something was troubling her.
"Aragorn, you have known me all of your life, and I have known you all of mine... who am I?" Aragorn wasn't at all puzzled at this question.
"You are a valiant warrior Telfëa. But you made a decision in haste and in hatred. To correctly fill your oath, you have to die... but Lady Galadriel does not want to lose you. I am sure.. or I at least hope that she will concider your oath fulfilled if you live through the final battle."
"I do not trust to hope, my lord." Telfëa stood up, but Aragorn followed her.
"Do not waste your life because you think you have no chance. You suffered a great loss and felt great anger, but there is hope. If there is any hope for Middle-Earth, there is hope for you, even if it is a fool's hope. I would not want to lose a great friend again. I know your pain."
"I know, and that is why I confide in you. But look at you, you have Arwen. Legolas and Rawien have eachother. I look around me and everyone has someone to comfort them. But I have no one. So I feel no hope."
"Telfëa, don't worry about love. It will find you. You are an Elf, you have a long life. But as long as I live, I will always be your friend."
"Thank you Aragorn. Your words have given me more hope than I had." She hugged him and walked away, still not feeling comforted. She went into her bedroom and knew it would be a sleepless night. "I am nothing but a warrior, so a worrior I shall be." she sighed, sat in her windowsil, and watched the moon rise in the night sky.

[Silvorn]

Predawn mists swirled in wavering tendrils that hovered just above the forest floor in snaking patterns. The army of the Vanyar surged forward with surreal speed floating atops the ever-changing cloud of white at their feet. They swept forward as an ocean wave adapting to the contours of the land. Culnaur ran at their head.

He issued no commands, for they needed none; such was the extent of their unity. Years of practice could not have prepared them for the exhileration engendered by the forth coming battle. The sun rose shyly upon the horizon bathing the land in crimson light accenting the articulate brass armor in radiant flashes giving the impression of a firestorm rushing across the land.

Far ahead of them, was the small orc band ment cause havoc in the unprotected regions of Lorien. The fleeing creatures pressed onward with horrible insanity and violent rage: a giant black mass of gnashing teeth and crudely hooked iron completely unaware of the environment around them. Culnaur and his soldiers flooding through the trees completely unnoticed. This would be an execution, dealt justly by the hands of the Light-elves.

With every sword drawn, the Vanyar force charged at full mark down the hill overlooking the smear of the enemy. Red cloaks flapping in the wind, and without hesitation, they abruptly slammed into the black mass with such force that had not been seen in this age. Cleaving into the enemy, the gold shining warriors danced with death.

Orcs fell without contest, without a fearful shriek. Culnaur's army was upon them before they could even utter the cry of alarm. Silent and lethal, each soldier moved with fluid determination, each flash of steel heralding the death of yet another vile creature of darkness. The hundreds of orcs were overwhelmed and utterly destroyed in mere minutes.

The warriors stood among the battle field, the enemy blanketing the ground in a swath of stinking corpses. In the eyes of every soldier burned the fury of the Vanyar; the price of blood had yet to be paid in full. The raging fire in their eyes could not be quenched until they saw that debt repaid. The same spark smouldered in Culnaur's eye as he lifted his bloodied sword skyward for all to see.

"Too long have we slumbered in the west, ignorant to the calls of the people from this land! Too long have we sat idle, while our cousins fought and died in the east! Now we have seen what darkness shadows these lands. The last bastion of hope and hope; the last glittering star flickers in the realm of our kin. Yet even now, the enemy sends his legions aggressively upon Lorien. The price must be paid! To the Golden Wood we march!"

A resounding cheer fittingly climaxed his hearfelt speech. The terrifying zeal of the Light-elves had been nurtured as a flame in the bellows: warming coals at first stirring in the ashes, transforming to a blazing heat so intense its unleashment scorched all foes in their wake.

The army entered Lothlorien before sunset. The soldiers remained silent and aloof. The importance of their task was on the forefront of their minds, and little did they interact with others present. A moving column of well nigh five hundred, not a word escaped their lips. The determination and energy radiated from their gleaming rows into the populated forests around them.

Culnaur, Commanding General of the Vanyar, took the first step of his kind into the fabled dominion of Caras Galadhon.

[Kenzie]

It was yet another sleepless night as Arwen walked among her soldiers and finally took council in a well lit tent with the man she learned to be Arvalbad. She sat in a cushioned chair, cuppeing her head in her hands, trying to whipe away the sleep that threatened.

"My lady you should rest, like your men." Arvalbad suggested at last, watching desperatly across from her. The moon had risen outside, the stars sprinkling the sky. Arwen looked up and shook her head sadly.

"I could find no sleep tonite"

"But why, you are surely safe here. There is already a cot prepared, and-" he said, gesturing outside the tent, but Arwen interupted him.

"It's not that, Arvalbad. I plan on moving on to Lothlorien tonite." He looked at her in suprise and opened his mouth to say somthing, but he looked at her solem face and thought better of it. An awkward silence entered the room. "I have heard no word from him since he left." she said at last in a near whisper.

Arvalbad looked at her quizzicaly, leaning forward a little. She avoided looking at him, he could see her eyes glistening, but no tears fell. Realization finally dawned on him. She was talking of Aragorn. "You musn't worry my lady," he said touching her arm. "I saw him naught three days ago. He is indeed lodging with the Haladrim." she turned to face him, a smile stretching across her face.

[Lady Melody]

Watching the two lovers off rolling her eyes inwardly, Morfae was again reminded once again on how dire times can bring many people, or races together. That was well, of course except for the fact that she was aware that most of her own people was influenced by Sauron, and her unknown family serves under him. She wasn't surprised they for most part ignored her.

But then again, people in love tend to have their heads in the heavens, and their brains off somewhere after all.

Prudently removing herself from Lady Galadriel whose next concern is most likely to make herself 'presentable', she fled towards a dark balcony, and stumbled upon a she-elf, one she knew as Telfea.

"Hello."

OOC :(Aragorn, Telfea, Galadriel, Culnaur, Legolas, Rawien, Arwen, and plus who else is in Lothlorien? I can barely keep the records straight. Btw, instead of writng single paragraphs of interactions between two characters or posters we could just have a min of 4 per post and that we're allowed to use other people's characters.

You guys are pretty good writers but too many cooks spoil the broth, and I think we could do something about the flow of our story/)

[Saruman]

ISENGARD:

'I have a special surprise for Olorin's allies in the battle,' said Saruman, as he strode through the tunnel.
Wormtongue trailed behind him, struggling to keep up.
'Do you plan to use more of the Devilry of Orthanc?' Grima asked nervously.
'Yes,' replied the wizard, 'but that is not the only tactic we have.'
They came to a balcony, overlooking a pit. Some orcs stood nervously in the middle of the pit.
'Now,' Saruman commanded. The orcs nervously opened the doors at the edge of the pit. Darkness appeared to flood in.
'I've been conducting some more... experiments,' said Saruman. Our main tactic, at the beginning of the battle, is to terrify our opponents. But these creatures are both terrifying and dangerous to Elves, Dwarves and Men alike.'
Out of the gate of the pit came a huge spider. With a hiss that deprived Grima of all hope, it crawled towards the orcs. Grima looked away, but Saruman looked on. Grima heard screams from the orcs and grotesque noises. The wizard finally spoke again.
'I thought, 'what creature is both fast, and deadly?'. Spiders, of course. But these Araks, as I call them, are immune to light. I have crossed them with Trolls. As a result, their skin is thicker than mithrill armour, and cannot be pierced by arrows or swords. By crossing them with Wargs as well, I have increased their speed and ferocity. They move as quickly as horses, and can inject both terror and poison into their opponents. They breed quicker and quicker as more are produced, and, best of all, they obey me, and those who serve me.
'I am sending a hundred Arak eggs to Ugluk's base outside Lothlorien. There is no way they can win now.'

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien smiled at Legolas’ statement. Never before had a person spoken to her with such words and it made her blush. “I love you too,” she whispered in elvish. “And I’m not leaving you. Not this time. You have my word.” She pulled in him for a hug and whispered in his ear, while slowly pulling his braid apart. “Stay with me to night. Don’t you leave me…”

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa looked at the lady who had bumped into her. "Hello. Is it a sleepless night for you also, friend?" Telfëa couldn't tell whether Morfae enjoyed her company or not, for the expression on her face confused her. While waiting for Morfae to answer she looked out into the sky and saw that the moon was yellow tonight. And then her thoughts drifted off to other places

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas took her hand and smiled "Yes...yes I will, this maybe the last time Lorien see's calm and tranquility, this maybe the last time we.." he cuts his sentence short and sighs. "Let us not worry ourselves about what is comming, let tonight just be about us"

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Meanwhile Gandalf sits on a balconey near to the living quarters of Galadriel and Celeborn, he sits alone smoking his pipe weed and is contemplating many things he thinks firstly how the comming battle is going to be fought, he thinks of saruman the traitor and what tricks he has up his sleeve, he mumbles to himself softly. Aragorn approaches and sits next to him "What troubles you my freind" he says, Gandalf as if just noticing his arrival looks at him "there are many troubles in this world Aragorn, some small and some that would bring suffering to all, and I am concerned with every single one, the elves may be strong and they may have the determination, but I fear for them, I fear for the survival of the free-peoples of middle-earth" he pauses for a moment "I have been around for a very long time Aragorn, longer than you could ever imagine and I have not been in any crisis as large as one we are in now. no one would ever of believed that the great city of minas tirith would fall, know one even considered the possibility of the lothlorian falling to the enemy, for once Aragorn I have no solution, I need to think and I need to think hard, you should get some rest you will be needed before the end, you must lead the men into war with their kingdoms lost they are nothing you must be the one who gives them hope, you are the rightful heir to the throne, you must be the one to lead your people to victory"

aragorn sat silently in thought.

[Kenzie]

Arwen was led to a small tent on the edge of the vally. She could hear heavy breathing and often a few snores as she sank onto the cot. Many of her worries left her as she fell into sleep. Her dreams led her away from the camp to a time far before the ring was ever brougt into conversation. When all of Middle earth seemed peaceful. Little did she know it then, but It had been the calm before the storm.

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meanwhile in Lothlorien the lady Galadriel sat whistfully on a lounge deep in thought. The door slowly opened and celeborn entered sitting across from her. There was a silent understanding that neither felt much like talking. All these long years they had spent in Lorien, a haven to all those who meant no evil. They had watched the rise and fall of Sauron once before, but now the battle was right on their doorstep. The yellow light of the moon mingled through the window, and Galadriel finally spoke.

"I am afraid Celeborn, afraid for middle earth. More than ever before." The words startled her husband out of his thoughts and he looked solemly upon his wife.

"Is it the end, My love?" he asked.

"Not even I can tell, now the fate of Men, Hobbits, dwarves and the elves of Middle earth, depends on the choices me make, they themselves are uncertain. What will truely happen hangs by a thread.

[Glorfindel]

While the new troops were fraternizing with the other inhabitants of Lothlórien, Glorfindel walked to Galadriel and Celeborn and told them about everything that happened.

"How many died?" Celeborn asked. Glorfindel sighed.
"Too much. After our first meeting with the Orcs, we had lost almost seventy of our warriors. When we were fighting in the forest, more have died. Only 58 survived. I am sorry."

Celeborn turned around.
"That is more then we can afford us. We will need every men in the coming battle. One person can make the difference. One person can be the key to death or glory. But we can not change what happened."
"My lord," Glorfindel said, "I have ordered a thousand riders to hide in the Dimrill Dale. With your permission I want to let them stay there until their time has come. And I would even want to ask you to send them reinforcements, if possible. I could have left some of the Dwarves behind, but their horses are not fast enought for a quick charge. To my opinion we need to have more riders in the Dale; fivehundred at least."
"Are you joking, lord Glorfindel? Do you seriously think we can allow us to send even one more warrior away?"
"Yes, I think. Fivehundred riders who attack by surprise will cause more effect then a thousand which stay here."

Celborn thought about Glorfindel's idea, and looked to Galadriel. She nodded.
"Very well then. Tell Haldir to send 500 riders."
Glorfindel bowed and left the room.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien sighed as they walked along the rail, going further into the wood. “And yet I fear for tomorrow,” she said and looked at him, her right arm resting on his left forearm. “I can’t seem to stop thinking about the vision I had.” As she rubbed her left temple, Legolas stopped her by taking her hand in his. “But not to night… let go. This night belongs to us and us alone.” Slowly, but passionately, he kissed her; his every kiss taking away her fear of the morning. Rawien smiled and nodded. “Ours and no others.” She mumbled, not really paying attention to the surroundings. Legolas just nodded and kissed her again.

[Lady Melody]

"These days, all my nights are sleepless," gently Morfae tugged her own hair, smiling lightly at Telfea, "I look quite a fright." It is rare for her to smile, and she wasn't surprised that Telfae's expression was slightly confused.

" I can help them, though. I can help us turn the tide....but it will be risky." she looked up at the moon, "there is not much time left."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas smiled at rawien and they entered a small room high up inthe trees, they sat together quietly looking at the stars


meanwhile Denethor sits quietly and alone at the city center, He has sent his son faramir to take care of the refugees of his city, he thinks to himself how could his city fall? how could a nation so great crumble and succumb to the powers of mordor, he keeps having the same image of the white tree burning and his people being slaughtered, he can still hear the horns blowing and the people screaming, he bows his head in thought.

outside Theoden and Eomer walk together "I know Eowyn is Alive" say's Eomer "She would not give in, I hate to say it but I know that Grima will be trying to take care of her"

Theoden looked bitter at the sound of grimas name "That man has betrayed me, i do not wish to think of him with my neice" he puts his hand on Eomers shoulder "I know that we must hope that she is alive, but we must also consider the possibility that she is lost"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Eomer nodded. "Of course, Uncle. I will not mention his name again," The two of them continued their walk, but Eomer couldn't help think about Eowyn.

Rawien sat at the windowsill watching Legolas sleep. It had taken her a long time to convince him to get some sleep. She couldn't sleep at the moment. Glancing out of the window, she saw Eomer and Theoden of Rohan strolling around the balconies. Men.. so fragile creatures, she thought to herself. Yet they were blessed; they had a natural ending of their lives... Smiling at Legolas, she left the room, entering the coolness of the Lothlorien night.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Theoden walked slowly he was also thinking about his kingdom falling to the power of the enemy, he entered his room where he had an uneasy and unrestful sleep.

Gandalf sat up all through the hours of the night just thinking, it seemed to him that there was an eri silence on the city, it was the deep breath before the plunge.

many of the other elve, men dwarves and all other creatures that had come to loriens aid. were all tense and yet calm at the same time, people knew of the comming doom, but all throughout the wood was silence, the birds didn't sing and only flowing water and the soft breeze through the trees could be heared.

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel was standing on a balcony, staring into the night. He was thinking about what happened and what was going to happen. Whole his long life he had been fighting the Dark Forces, from Morgoth to Sauron. He had seen many useless victories, more defeats. But the largest defeat did not have yet come to pass; it would be in the near future. The last Elves in Middle-earth would die, Dwarves would be extinguished, Men would be enslaved. The Age of the Orcs was going to start.

Suddenly he awoked out of his reflections. He looked behind him and saw an Elf nearing. He recognized her as Rawien.

[Miriel]

Oakhast stood with his kin, his eyes holding a fix on the sky. Many had gone out to meet Saruman and none had yet come back. He was not one of them, for some had to remain to tend to the darkening forest. "Too many have left, vroom varoom, and none yet have come to share tidings of their victory over Isenguard. Someone should go to Gandalf." He stood and picked up a clay jar of ent draught and drank deeply. "Don't be hasty young one." Another ent reasoned. "Hastiness causes suffering."
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A young elven woman stood in Lothlorien. Her hair was braided and half hidden by a helm. Many of the elves had gone to aid Mirkwood but she was not a soldier then. Many would die today, and many had already died in battle, in service of kings who had no hope left. But she was not one of them. She would die for her land. The fair lush of Lorien was her home. She sat by a fountain and wondered if she would ever wear a fair while elven silk dress again.

[Silvorn]

The Light-elves had entered Lorien through it's district of congregated refugees. Lost stares met the brass clad army as the sea of down-trodden souls parted to allow them passage. Nonetheless, the Vanyar armor remained aloof and impervious to the dejected crowd.

Culnaur strode powerful at the structured column, head held high, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The sorrowful gazes of women and children met his imposing but compassionate glance. Murmured whispers spread as fire in a grassland through the mass of stricken individuals. Culnaur's complexion remained grim as he purposefully lead his warriors deeper into the heart of the Golden Wood.

They were not heralded by banners, or horns, or even the informative declaration of a messenger. Entering in silence, the Vanyar force congregated amongst the massive trunks of the mammoth trees thriving in this realm. Their arrival could only be seen by those occupying the lofty balconies of the mallorns. Turning to his second in command, Culnaur finally broke the ominous quiet.

"Prepare camp," he stated. "I deem our blades will soon taste battle and our warriors will be given the opportunity to exact the vengeance they so rightly deserve. I do not perceive us lingering here for an extended period of time; just long enough to be informed of their current situation and discover where our forces will be needed the most.

"But I must find someone who can present me with this information. The shadow surrounds this land, preparing to engulf the final stand of the free-peoples in one devouring swallow. Fell happenings float in the winds. No longer are they poignant with the salt of the sea, or the crisp scent of nature. Ash and smoke are carried upon the breezes, we must do what we can to stop this scourge however significant our part may prove to be.

"Restock on arrows," the general continued. "The soldiers are allowed to speak with the people, should they feel inclined to do so. But the fire burns brightly in them, Alagos, and I doubt such a notion will enter their minds."

Returning his second's salute, Culnaur turned and walked carefully to the base of the nearest tree. Sighing inwardly, he placed his right hand upon the closest rung of the ladder suspended from the tree's heights. One hand following the other, he ascended into the airy realm of Lorien, searching for one who would approach him with information.

[Miriel]

The elven woman, who went by Alarien, rose to see the troups walk quietly in the fell atmosphere. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the small gathering of soldiers and sat down. The next time they were called to battle she would follow them. She did not fear what was out there that very minute, feeding on death and pain of those fallen. She asked the nearest soldier, "Our captain has held a strong hand although he has not been able to hold the whips of our fate. Where is he?" The soldier pointed towards Culnaur and she nodded. Standing, she spoke. "Captain, what do you ask of us soldiers? What is your plan of action? Do we not deserve to know what lies to be our fate?" She hoped to all high elves he did not realize she was new. But with all that hung over them, her chance was great.

[Kenzie]

DHIMRIL DALE

Arvalbad sat by the embers of a dying fire. Morning was not far off, none knew what the new day would bring. The sounds of fitful sleeping filled the dale. He felt more confident now that the Rivendell elves had come, they increased their numbers greatly. He thought back sadly on the conversation he had, had with the Lady Arwen earlier that night. He in truth had not seen Aragorn in quite some months, nor heard from him. Yet he knew that the Lady would have already known if Aragorn had indeed fallen, if only in her heart. And that it was for her own good, she would not have been able to make it to Lothlorien without sleep.

The world was still dark and the air was damp with dew. Arvalbad savored the moment of peacfullness, taking in a deep breath.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien smiled at the blond elf. "Not being able to sleep, friend?" Glorfindel turned towards her and shrugged. "I was just thinking." She looked at him and smiled sadly. "I couldn't sleep either, Glorfindel." He sighed and gazed at the city. "This is the deep breath before the plungde, I doubt we will survive this."

[Lady Melody]

[i]All in this world is good
all in this world is not
the leaves overshone the woods
some will fall and rot
things are not as they should
while small fires grew as hot
as civilized ways give in to the rude[.../i]

[Tirithel]

EOWYN in ISENGARD

Clop.

A soft snap shattered the brooding silence that hung in Eowyn's ears. Her eyes darted to its source...somewhere near...the door.. That pop had sounded like a lock turning...someone was coming...

Warily as a wild beast, she rose to her feet and listened, the make-shift dagger loose in her boot.

Nothing.

She expected someone to come barging in, making demands or gloating over her capture. A burly, surly hangman with a leather mask and chains clanging from his belt, or foul orcs, bearing whips and looking to drag her off to some other prison.

But, nothing.

Nothing came through, and after a few minutes or so, Eowyn was sure she'd only been hearing things. But, shaking her head, and checking just to make sure, on padded feet she approached the door. There was no nojse outside it.

Drawing the shard of wood and holding it ready in her shaking fist, she gripped the door knob, and through quavering breath, slowly turned the knob.

Click.

It rotated all the way around, and the door gave a little jump outwards...in utter disbelief, Eowyn pushed it open just a bit further, and lip bitten firmly under her teeth, peeped her head out for a look.

Again, nothing. The halls were of the same polished rock as the walls of her room. Black stone up and down every corridor, dimly lit by nearly spent candles and a few flaming torches. No tapestries, no murals, just black rock.

As she began to creep down the hallway, she finally pieced it together. The forest to the north, the bellowing, magical voice, the Obsidian halls...she was in Isengard, the long-time home of the traitor Saruman, but what would Saruman want with her?

The gears in her head clicked mercilessly as she tried to figure the Wizard's need for a maid of Rohan, while she searched for a stair, a way out, a way down...anywhere out of here. A hostage? she thought...Her strides became longer and her footfalls faster, and soon she became lost in the winding passages of Orthanc. No, not a hostage...I'd not buy much...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the scuffling of feet coming from up ahead, coupled with the gritty tongues and foul mouths of what could only be orcs. Eowyn's eyes went wide and, panicked, she searched for somewhere to hide. All the doors she passed were shut and locked, and frantically she began tugging at their handles, looking for some way to hide, or she'd be caught again, caught and never let out...

WHOOSH! Finally, a door gave way to her feeble tugs, and without bothering to look, she pulled herself inside and slammed the heavy door behind her, leaning against the cold rock and breathing hard.

She turned to find Grima Wormtongue, near as shocked as she, staring back at her from his lamplit table.

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ANORWEN in LORIEN

Soft dreams, like flower-bedecked faeries in a forest of Bluebells, scampered through Anorwen's head. The taste of honey, the warmth of the sun, and the smell of the sea somehow found their way back into her memory, and in her sleep, she recalled them for the first time in a long while.

The light tinkling of bells on harness suddenly rang light in her ear, and she woke to see the host of the Vanyar (though she did not know their name) riding solemnly past, their grim faces much in contrast to the light of their beauty.

Unbidden and most unwelcome after such happy dreams, the Light Elves also brought back the fact that Gondor was in ruin, and Anorwen was indeed among the last of her people, and depressing memories of family and home sank her to her knees once again.

But then, something inside of her hardened.

Something that likened to her Mother's wise eyes and her father's loving arms. Something that loved the morning sun on the White Tower of Ecthelion, and played in the foaming waters of Anduin in younger days...

Like a far-off star that glimmers singularly bright through the window of a sleeping child, Anorwen saw it, and it touched her heart. So, not knowing for sure why she did it or how she screwed up the courage to do so, on the very eve of battle Anorwen rose from her cramped corner among the men and sought out their leader.

(OOC: Somewhat abrupt, I know, but it's late and I need to catch a wink or two. I'll finish up later! :snooze: )

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas arose to see that it was still dark, He looked over to see that rawien was not there, he walked slowly over to the window and peered out, he knew that it was almost morning due to the fact that the birds were stiring, he must of had half to an hour of rest. his mind was too occupied with the upcomming war.

meanwhile Gandalf had not stired in his seat overlooking the city, he softly mumbled to himself whilst smoking his pipe, Aragorn who had fallen asleep next to him suddenly awaoke with a start, he had been dreaming about Arwen.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa looked at Morfae.
"How can you help? Do you have powers of some sort?" Telfëa asked, looking away before she hear the answer because she heard what sounded like a loud sound, then she ran to see what it was. She tripped over a hole in the ground and hit her head on a rock on the way down. Morfae went to see what happened and then she saw Telfëa stuck in the hole.
"Morfae, help me please! My leg is hurt bad, and my foot is stuck in this confounded hole!" She said angrily, putting her hand on her head. "And I am bleeding" She sighed.



OOC: SOrry this is so short, but I have missed a lot cause my mom has been hoarding the computer, and I have to go study for finals right now! sorry! :(

[Glorfindel]

Originally posted by Rawien Startraveler
Rawien smiled at the blond elf. "Not being able to sleep, friend?" Glorfindel turned towards her and shrugged. "I was just thinking." She looked at him and smiled sadly. "I couldn't sleep either, Glorfindel." He sighed and gazed at the city. "This is the deep breath before the plungde, I doubt we will survive this."

Glorfindel sighed. "There's few hope left. And the hope which remains us, is only a fool's hope... There are just to many enemies. Our only hope lies in the unknown; not even all the armies of the Free People which are left in this Middle-earth will be able to fight off this threat."
He balled his fist and sighed again. "If I could only have back my legions of old... or an army of Elven Princes like in the War of Beleriand..." He looked to a ring on his finger. "But those times have passed... I fear we won't have the chance to see a new Age of this World."
Rawien casted down her eyes. "I fear the same thing, I fear I will loose everything I love..."
Glorfindel looked into her eyes. "You really love Legolas, don't you?"
"Yes I do," Rawien replied, "more then anything else. And that is why I wished we were able to attack our enemies from a distance..."
Glorfindel raised his haid with a sudden move. "Catapults..." he whispered, "Catapults... Rawien, you are a genious!"

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

denethor woke from an uneasy sleep just to catch the sun rising, today was to be the day of the great council, when the fate of middle-earth would be discuss possibly for the last time, many had gathered from all reagions, men,elves, hobbits and dwarves, denthor still felt sincerly bitter when he thinks of his city falling. he had blamed faramir for its lost but now blames himself, he sits and contemplates, how could it have come to this? that he would be the one to witness his great city fall, that the age he is living in will be the time of the fall of all creatures of middle-earth, he stands and makes his way outside and to where gandalf and the others are.

meanwhile gandalf rises from his chair on the balcony he turns to see that Aragorn is also awake and gandalf sees that he has a look of fear on his face "I know that it is Arwen that you worry about, but you must not let your thoughts stand in the way of your duty, you have a duty to lead the men into battle, Denethor is weakening, he is not strong enough to lead his armies, this task must be done by you" he pauses for a moment and glances up at the rising sun "Now come, the council is today"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien smiled tiredly at Glorfindel and nodded. “Yes, catapults. That could work.” Glorfindel’s gaze then suddenly fixed on something behind Rawien. She turned to see Legolas standing at the window gazing out at them. Slowly but firm, Glorfindel used his arm to push her forward towards Legolas. “Go to him,” he whispered and smiled. “We will talk about the catapults at the council”. Rawien crossed the bridge to the tree house but then Legolas had disappeared. She entered the house and looked for him. Suddenly Legolas wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing her gently on her bare shoulders. “Can we get some sleep now? We still have an hour or two.” he slowly said and pulled her towards the bed. Rawien smirked and followed him.

[Kenzie]

Morning came slowly, and the army that had rested during the night began to stir. Fires were re-lit and another day of waiting lay before them. Arwen woul;d have slept until the day was old agian, but the longing to reach Lothlorien before the storm drover her to get up. she wrapped her cloak determindly about her shoulders and stepped out of her tent. The air was cool and damp. She made her way to Arvalbad, he greeted her in the formal fasion, and she returned it.

"Arvalbad, I wish to leave for Lothlorien as soon as I may. I have already delayed longer than i had wished." she said, and Arvalbad nodded in response. "But i wish to leave my company here if I may, I will go faster, and in the end i beleive that they will be more of a help." Arvalbad's face brightened at this.

"More spears are always welcome." he said, a smile playing on Arwen's face. "But you must be careful. the road is bound to be watched by the enemy, you must go swiftly." he said in a lower voice, putting a hand on Arwen's shoulder.

"I will, thank you for your kindness." Arwen said, Arvalbad squeezed her shoulder lightly. "May the Valar watch over you, farewell." with that she turned and left. When she had reached her tent agian she took out her sword, examining the blade briefly, taking heed to Arvalbad's grave words.

Twenty minutes later, after having breakfasted quickly Arwen mounted her mare, and set off at a swift trot towards Lothlorien.

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meanwhile in Lothlorien Eomer stirred from a dream of his sister, he quickly shook the horrifying thought's from his head, and looked over at Theoden. The pale light of morning fell in pools on the ground. He went to his uncle and knealt by him. Tapping him on the shoulder. "My lord, the sun is up, A new day is here. A day for descisions, we must be ready." he whispered.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas glanced out the window, "It is the councel today, I am expected to be there, Are you going to come?" rawien sighs "I am too exhausted, I must rest, I may join you later if I can, you go" Legolas nods and kisses he forhead and then leaves.

He enters the council where he sees that most have already arrived.

OOC: Don't start council yet, not until all the other players have arrived.

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel smiled while Rawien and Legolas left. He hoped they would survive this War, so they could live together until the end of days. He took a deep breath, and walked away, to make a chat with his troops before the Council would start.
..........
Just when he came outside of the buildings, he saw two riders approaching. One of them he recognized as Aisteru, who had been guarding the borders, but the other he didn't know; he was cloacked.
"Hail, Glorfindel. I bring someone here who is an old friend of you; she arrived early this morning from the Dimrill Dale."
The other rider layed down his cloack, and now Glorfindel saw who it was.
"My Lady Arwen, hail. It has been a long time ago since we met."
"A long time indeed, since you left the House of my father Elrond. Dark have become the days now, dark is the hour when we meet again."
"Unfortunately, mylady. But I suppose you want to see lord Aragorn? He is inside. Ask someone there, and they will lead you to him."
Glorfindel bowed for Arwen and waited until she had gone further. He wanted to go further, but he looked to the sun and saw it was already later then he thought. It was time for the Council.

Glorfindel entered the room, and looked to those who were already there. He nodded and sat down on a chair.

[Silvorn]

Hand over hand, the red cloaked commander pursued his climb up the immense mallorn tree. The sun had risen in the sky and light danced brilliantly upon the golden leaves of Lorien. Culnaur looked far down below at his warriors gathered; the sun glinting in like manner upon their brass armor. He thought he percieved someone calling up to him but shrugged the matter lightly and continued his ascent.

At last, grasping a convenient limb, he pulled himself up onto a large platform nestled among the branches and interconnected with other similar platforms throughout the vast treetop realm. Many elves travelled from bridge to bridge giving a questioning look at his crimson clothing and strange armor as they passed by to fulfill their daily tasks.

Culnaur noticed fleetingly that some apparently more distinquished individuals were gathering together in a room upon another platform positioned further in the treetops. Making his way across a few bridges he finally found himself at his destination. People of all types seemed to be gathering. Broad shouldered men, with stern complexions expressing their unease for congregating in the tree tops. Others of elven decent were seated among ornate chairs positioned in a beneficial circle to offer everyone a vantage of the proceedings.

However, many of the chairs remained empty, their intended occupants having yet to arrive. Striding proudly while ignoring the wondering stares, Culnaur seated himself at one of those vacant chairs, the seats to either side of him remaining empty. His grim gaze slowly examined each of those assembled. Many were disheartened, confused, and had most inferrably come seeking counsel to better the situation of themselves and the people they were charged to protect. Others sat with an aloof calm devoid of emotion.

This was definately the spot, he concluded. Here the council of the races would be held to determine their final wishes and intentions. Culnaur had but to wait and gather the information he required, and he and his warriors would soon be off to confront the plaguing enemy wherever they deemed appropriate. His soldiers would answer to him alone, and he would base his decisions on the prospects presented at this council. Waiting in bridled anticipation, Culnaur rested his left hand upon the hilt of his fine sword and staired off into the distance, contemplating the importance of this event.

[Kenzie]

Arwen began to climb the winding stairs of a nearby tree. Looking around despreatly for someone who knew where Aragorn could be found. She had already talked to one she-elf, but she had simply shrugged. Now, the landing opened up, and an open door stood at the other end. Arwen peered in, in hopes of finding someone. There at the foot of the bed a slender elf with long dark hair, sat. she was staring straight ahead, deep in thought. Arwen knocked lightly on the doorway. The elf looked up revealing her green and blue eyes. "Excuse me," began arwen. "Do you know where the lord Aragorn is lodging?" she asked hopefully. Rawien smiled.

"You must be Arwen,"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien looked at the approaching elf and smiled. “You must be Arwen,” Arwen looked at her with a puzzled look. As Rawien rose, her gown only made a lightly swish. “Welcome. I’m Rawien Tindómiel from the Grey Havens”. She said in elvish. Rawien could see that Arwen’s eyes had widened when she had spoken of the Havens. “What is a lady from the Havens doing in Lothlorien?” Arwen asked. Rawien closed her eyes and sighed. “This peril belongs to all middle-earth; even the Havens cannot ignore it.”

[Kenzie]

"This peril belongs to all of middle earth; even the Haven's cannot ignore it." said Rawien "I supose no one can," Arwen was silent for a moment, studying Rawien.

"I fear i will never see the havens, even if this war is won." arwen said doubtfully. Rawien looked at her quizzically. "But that is a tale for later, Do you know where i can find Aragorn?" Arwen asked once more. Rawien nodded and pointed through the trees.

"He is in a great council," Arwen followed her finger to a large tree not far off.

"Thank you," Arwen said rather breahtlessly, and decended two stairs before turing back to Rawien. "I wish to talk to you agian, soon."

"As I, too." answered Rawien. With that Arwen took her leave.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien stod there for a moment, watching Arwen ascent the stairs through the trees. She wondered about Arwen's reply. Was she planing to stay in Middle-Earth? Well, it was not unheard of. Luthien had made the same choice once, giving her love to a mortal man. Rawien though, wished to see the Undying Lands; to cross the great sea for days until white shores would greet her. But only with Legolas by her side. Sighing, she went into another room to change clothes.

[Kenzie]

DOLENIEL'S RELATIVE

"Well Well Well. It looks like our litle runaway has returned," Doleniel's half brother hissed through his teeth, casting her with a disgusted look. Dol shot around to look at him surprised to see him standing there. Before she could speak her loathing for him he spoke agian, getting right to her face. "The orcs have cut down your home have they? Comming back for help i take it. I half expected you to be on your knees, begging us," he said with smirk on his face. But Doleniel stood her ground, staring at him with cold fury.

[doleniel]

Doleniel stares at him, seething. A moment later, she speaks.

"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you Erulian? Yes, my home has been overrun by orcs, but for your information, I'm here to help, not get help. Now if you'll excuse me, I have places to be" She whirls around and tries to leave, but Erulian blocks her.


OOC: Short Post, I know, but I don't have time too think of something right now.

[Kenzie]

ERULIAN

Erulian blocked her path and opened his mouth to say somthing. He looked down at her, he re-thought what he was about to say. "You had better stay out of my way," he said quietly, his face set in stone. Dol looked at him for a moment before pushing past him and continuing on her way.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien passed several men on her way through the Golden forest, some of them giving her looks of wonderment. Dressed in an outfit made of fine reddish elven silk, she silently descended several stairways, until she found herself at the forest floor. The noise from the council room could not be heard down here; the only thing that could be heard was the swish of her gown and the soft splash of fountains. She trusted Legolas to speak for her at the council. Rawien would not attend it for something had called for her ever since she had entered the elven realm. Something she could not put her finger on; it was what she had been thinking of when Arwen had arrived. The elven lamps cast lavender light upon the trees and on those who passed them. The wind played gently with her loose hair as, she effortlessly went down small narrow paths.

[doleniel]

Doleniel, still fuming, rushed to the tents to change. She was still clad in her traveling clothes, and she needed to get to the councilShe finished changing, then rushed to the stairs nearest the council platform. She, too, got many strange looks due to her copper hair and unusually short height for an elf. Soon, she arrived at the council platform and took a seat, only to discoved that, seated across from her with the Lorien healers, was Erulian.

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel looked around him. Many had gathered already in the Council room. He saw Celeborn, Galadriel, Legolas, Doleniel, Aisteru, Gandalf, Aragorn, Arwen, and a few persons he later knew as Erulian and Culnaur. Many other Elves, Men and Dwarves were there too.


(OOC: I know, a very short post. But it's just a list of persons which are gathered, I think, in the Council. Did I forget someone? I hope not :))

[Kenzie]

(OCC: arwen's not there yet)

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Gandalf looked towards the exit and saw, Theoden, Eomer, Faramir and Denethor arrive, he sighed and stood up "I think the council can begin now" he pauses "I am sure that you needn't be reminded that our time is limited, today we must decide what is to be done, what can we do that will save the free peoples of middle earth from destruction?"

[Glorfindel]

Many murmled and nodded. Although they had seen much death, and they were scared about what was going to happen, they knew that had to show their courage now, or it would be too late for ever.

Glorfindel stood up.
"Hail, my friends. Hail, last of the Free Peoples. Dark is the hour when our peoples unite. Unfortunally it is only now we realise the importance of our friendship. Let us keep in mind we have to stay together, for the Dark Lord has the power of corrupt even the bestest friends."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas sat silently looking around the council, he rests his chin on his fist.

denethor stands up "the dark lord has great power indeed, but he also has a weapon strong enough to destory him"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien walked under the roots of the great mallorn trees, following the internal call that had haunted her for hours. It was like it summoned her to a place deep in the heart of the forest. She turned left and saw that there was a natural staircase leading down.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa was still stuck in the hole when she looked up and was awe-struck.. Morfae was no longer standing there.. was she EVER standing there? Telfëa cried out for help, hoping that someone could hear her, but she doubted it, for almost all were in council. She reached for her Elven horn given to her by Lady Galadriel long ago, but it was back in her room. "Ugh, the end of warrior princess is brought upon by a filthy hole?" She cried out some more and strugled to get out, but to no avail

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

imrahil realises that he is late for the council (completely forgot about him)

he walks past the hole in which telfea is hurt, he hears her groaning and bends down, he is shocked to see her "Are you ok my lady, here let me help you" he climbs down and tries to get her, he see's that her leg is broken and is bleeding badly.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa was glad to see another person. "Yes, I think I am ok.. well maybe not" She said looking down at her leg and wincing. "This stupid hole just came out of no where.. I don't even know whether I was awake or dreaming.. please help me out of here. I've missed most of the council and I will need immediate healing" Telfëa sighed as Imrahil started to help her her out of the hole

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien descended the staircase and came to an opening at the bottom. It was filled with elven lamps and candle lights. Smiling, she walked out into the opening. She was in Galadriel’s Glade. “Legolas, is it you?” she asked in elvish. “No, it is me,” a voice replied. Turning she saw a black haired male elf coming out from behind a mallorn root. “Alvarel,” Rawien said through her teeth, looking at him with a stare that could kill.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Imrahil lifeted Telfea up and carried her to the houses of healing.

Meanwhile Gandalf stands up after hearing what Denethor has said. "The ring cannot be used by anyone but Sauron, You know this Denethor, you saw what happened to your city when you tried to take it before!!!!"

[Rawien Startraveler]

“Yes, it is I, my love” Alvarel said and flashed a sinister smile at her. “Finally we are together again,” he said and came towards her. Rawien laughed sarcastically and took a few steps back. “There’s never been a “we”! When will you understand that?” Alvarel’s smile faded and he pointed a finger at her. “You and I belong together, Rawien! And you know it!” Alvarel turned away from her and cupped his head in his hands. “It wasn’t very nice to leave me alone at the Havens all alone,” he whispered. “We were supposed to leave for Valinor that evening. I waited for you at the harbour, but you never came…” Alvarel paced around like that, occasionally glancing at her with accusing stares. “I love you, Rawien… don’t you understand that? I’ve come to bring you back with me! It’s not too late. We can get back what we once had.” Rawien crossed her arms and stared unbelievably and coldly back at him. “I don’t love you, Alvarel… I’ve never loved you. We’ve never had anything. I’m in love with Legolas.” Alvarel quickly turned grabbed Rawien by her shoulders. “Legolas? That little prince from Mirkwood? He’s nothing compared to me.” He snorted and smirked, letting his eyes take a stroll across her body. “But perhaps he has already had you?” As a reaction to Alvarel’s reply, Rawien slapped him across his face. “I’ve never been with you and I never will!” Rawien said and turned to leave.

[Saruman]

ISENGARD

Saruman gazed into the stone.

'Catapults?'

'Catapults, sir,' replied Ugluk. 'I'm not sure; they seem to think of it as some sort of secret weapon.'

'They would need to have a good thousand to defeat us,' said Saruman. 'My army moves too quickly. We will win, there is no doubt about that, and we can overpower Mordor. We have armoured spiders. What does Mordor have?'

Ugluk hesitated.

'A balrog, sir.'

Saruman was quiet for a minute or two. Then he spoke again.

'Build a giant catapult, and load it with the Devilry of Orthanc. Hurl the barrels of the black powder at the balrog before the battle starts. That should set the forest ablaze.' He grinned, pleased with this plan.

'Yes, sir,' replied the general. 'When are we to attack the wood?'

'Tomorrow evening. Prepare the soldiers and the spiders.'

'How many?'

Saruman grinned.

'All of them.'

*

Meanwhile, higher still in the tower, Grima Wormtongue sat, staring into the face of Eowyn. The lady was thin, only skin and bones. She was pale, and her clothes looked worn. It was as though the life had been drained from her. But she was still beautiful. He stood up.

'I fear, my lady,' he began, 'that I am responsible for your inprisonment in this tower. I had bargained with Saruman the Many Coloured, and spied on the king, and in return I would get you, Eowyn. When Rohan was defeated, some Isengard orcs captured you and brought you here. I saw you for a brief moment; you were bound and blindfolded. Saruman locked you in the smallest room. He has no use for me. He comes up here from time to time, to laugh at me, and kick me. But I am the reason you are here.
'I poisoned your uncle, and weakened Rohan. I made the kingdom vulnerable; your cousin was killed because of me. But I did it all for you. But now...' he trailed off, and stroked her face.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa thanked Imrahil for taking her to the houses of Healing. She stayed for a while and got the best treatment for her leg. She could barely feel the pain anymore. She limped over to her window and listened to the sounds of the night. She heard to Elves talking quite loudly and then she her a slap. She decided to limp down to see what all the commotion was about. Telfëa saw that it was Rawien, she was not with Legolas, but some other elf-man.
"What is the meaning of all this commotion? My leg is broken ,and I am trying to sleep!" She said, lying about the sleep part because she saw that Rawien was not liking the current situation. "Well, what say you?"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien was relieved when she saw Telfëa approaching. She turned back to Alvarel and snared. "If you just as much touch Legolas or tries to find me again, I will kill you... Do you understand that?" Alvarel just grinned sarcastically and crossed his arms. Turning to Telfëa Rawien sighed. "You couldn't have chosen a better moment," she said and took her arm to steady her. "Come Telfëa, let me help you." As the she-elves ascended the stairs, they could hear Alvarel shouting and laughing. "You will never get away from me, Rawien. Never! I will find you again, and I will kill all those you love! You're mine, you belong to me!" Rawien could see that Telfëa looked at her with stare that demanded explaination.

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel asked the word.
"My friends, how brave we may fight, how hard we fight, we will be overrun by our enemies - troops from Mordor from the north and east, Saruman his troops from the south. Therefore, we need to have the abbility of attacking them from a distance. Lady Rawien brought this in my mind; catapults. I know, we will have to destroy beautifull trees, many trees. But, in change for this, we will enlarge our chances of survival enormously. If we are able of making a lot of long-range catapults, we can defeat many of them before they even reach us.
Look. I would build a whole bunch if them, and put them in several lines; then we will go towards the enemies with a first group of catapults with crew and a regiment of riders as defence. When the enemies approach, we will fire the catapults as many times as we can, before we destroy them and retrait to a second line. On the second line, we will repeat it, and so on until we reach the last line, which we will destroy aswell before we fall back into the woods. In the woods, I want a last group of catapults, which will be able of firing a lot more, because of the cover and defences. Here under the trees we have advantage to our attackers, so I think we have to fight the battle here. Then the riders in the Dimrill Dale will be able of making a better charge too."
Glorfindel looked around, awaiting the opinions of the others.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas stood up "This appears to be our best plan at this time, we have not got long scouts have reported the armies mustering at the edge of the forest" Turning to Glorfindel "How long do you think it is going to take to build the catapults and get them into position?"

Gandalf and all the others in the council look up with interest.

[Glorfindel]

"When we use every person who's able of working; not very long. With 1000 men I can make 100 catapults a day. Then we need of course teams which make projectiles. We need to start now, build the catapults, and take them to the borders as soon as they're finished. I guess we have two, maybe three days, so we have to work day and night."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Gandalf stands "I am afraid we do not have 3 days, the Enemy will be here by tommorrow evening at the most, we have to make this decision now, so Glorfindel can do as much as he can, the rest of us must stay in council, but we must decide now!"

[Glorfindel]

Most of the Men and Dwarves supported the idea at once. Many of the Elves didn't know what to do, because they loved the trees. But one by one, they agreed to the plan.
"Thank you. I will do what I can." Glorfindel said. He left the Council and, followed by Aisteru, he hurried down to gather every men he could find. It was a race against the time.

[Kenzie]

Arwen lifted her skirts as she acended the stairs winding up a thick tree. Voices drifted down from above, recgonizing Glorfindel's. She had not even shed her cloak or sat down since she had reach Lothlorien, and by the time she reached the top platform she was winded. She leaned against the railing, briefly catching her breath. Gandalf's raspy voice echoed out of the open doorway nearby, and Arwen slowly made her way over to it. She peeked her head in the doorway. Gandalf was standing, "As i recall Theoden had a good idea as to how to set up our ranks" she heard him say. Theoden spoke up in the croud, but Arwen did not catch a word of what he said. On his right sat the man she recognized as Eomer, but on his left Aragorn sat listening intently. She stepped in the doorway, the world seemed muted about her. But she was brought abruptly out of her reviere when her name was shouted. "Arwen!" said the familiar voice. It was her father, Elrond. He sat glaring at her, his eyebrows raised dangerously high. Arwen suddenly felt everyone eyes,

(OCC: if someone could step in for elrond here please!)

[thehobbitelf]

TElfëa looked at Rawien "Who in Elendil's name was that?" Rawien explained that he was a stalker-type person and she felt that he was going to kill Legolas. "Ah... scary... But Rawien, I wouldn't worry, Legolas is a grown elf, and from the looks of that guy back there," She paused and grinned "Legolas could definately take him." She giggled and Rawien and her went to the house of healing where they tried to think up a plan to get rid of Rawien's trouble

[Silvorn]

Culnaur harrumphed quietly as the discussions had at last reached finality. In his mind, he did not fully agree with this golden haired elf's initiative to commence mass construction of these catapults. The red cloaked general felt that this Glorfindel, as he had heard him called, was putting too much of with faith in mechanized warfare.

True, they would prove effective should they produce enough, and they most certaintly had enough wood to complete the aspired goal. Culnaur thought it a poetic irony that the massive trees that had sheltered and guarded them within their bows for so long would now protect them in a more direct manner. Yet despite all the proposed strengths in Glorfindel's plan, another concern presented itself: ammunition. What exactly and from whence would they acquire the lethal material to launch at the orc forces?

He couldn't help but habitually analyze the parts of this new plan. Considering the massive quantity this elf desired to fabricate, these catapults would also prove to be an encumberment restricting the space in which the elves were alotted to engage in combat upon the outer fringes of Lorien. Not only that, but should these weapons chance to malfunction, which was a very real possibility, then many of their forces would be put at risk.

However, the positive aspects of this plan discussed were indeed rational, and the logic behind it was somewhat sound. And even if Culnaur had chosen to dissapprove, his one negating vote would have meant nothing amidst the affirmitive agreements of the other council members.

One thing was for sure though: Culnaur and his forces would most certainly not man the catapults. He was more adept to relying on his warriors physical skill than place his trust in these huge devices constructed of wood and metal. The fervor that had been unleashed in his army would prove to be a more influential factor than the others had previously ascertained. When the time came, nothing would stop his troops from exacting their vengeance upon the overwhelming horde of the enemy. The shadow would give way to the light of the Vanyar.

After assessing everything in his mind, Culnaur rose from the seat in which he had sat quietly throughout the council. Many wise individuals had gathered. The glint of desperation passed in their eyes from time to time, but their resolve steeled itself and their stalwart determination returned only to burn more brightly. These people were prepared to fight to the end, should it come to that.

His gaze met their proud stares as he began making his way toward the door. Some of those gathered gave the armor and tokens he bore questioning glances but none had thus inquired of them or taken the opportunity to speak with him. He would return below and tell his army of the recent developments. He and his captains would then hold their own meeting and discuss their best course of action. He made one last glance at those gathered and spoke for the first time.

"The enemy is cunning," Culnaur warned. "We must anticipate that they will meet our attack with equal fervor and will have surprises of their own in store. Saruman is well versed in technological warfare; do not pride yourselves in thinking you will overcome the imaginings of such a vile mind. We must prepare for the worst."

Stepping quietly out the door, he did not wait to see the others' reaction to his comment. He did not wish to sound pessimistic and overcritical, but this was a war for the very survival of the free people of Middle Earth; they could not afford to take any chances.

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel and Aisteru hurried to the encampments, taking all of those they met with them. Only fifteen minutes later, all of his captains had gathered, together with many of the soldiers. Quickly Glorfindel explained the plan.
"I think the Dwarves will be the best to cut down trees; they are master with their axes. Elves, Men and Hobbits will take them to the construction area. The catapults will be constructed under supervision of my captains; they already have experience with it. Everyone knows what to do? Go then!"

Everyone hurried away, to fullfill their tasks. Glorfindel turned to Aisteru.
"Come, we will lead the Dwarves to the places where they need to cut."
"Allright. But I have a question. What will we use for amunition?"
"I have fought many wars, Aisteru, and I have seen many weapons. One I know is terrible, it destructs everything. But, it is so effective. It's some sort of a powder, very black. Although it is a weapon, I will let the healers make it."
Glorfindel stopped an Elf who passes by. "Hey you, come here. Take this to healers, and tell them to make as much as they can of the stuff." He handed a piece of paper to the Elf, who ran away.

"Now then, let's go." The two Elves mounted their horses, and brought the Dwarves to the regio where the trees would be ripped down.
"Look, if we clear this space, we can use it as a last defence line. If the Orcs would reach this place, we can put archers on that side of the open space, and they will be able of shooting many of the Orcs down before they reach the other side."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Elrond looked at his daughter, he stood up "Outside!" he said in a demanding voice and the two left the room. Arwen could tel that he was Angry "What are you thinking comming here?! I told you to saty in Rivendell where it is safe, I told you to guard Rivendell!"

Back in the council Legolas stands up "Culnaur has a point the catapults maybe deadly, but we do not yet know if they are going to be ready intime, by all means make them but we cannot trust all our hope in this one idea, Culnaur is a great leader and I would suggest that he would take control of the warriors, Glorfindel of the catapults and I the archers, and then Aragorn,Theoden and Denethor can lead the men and Gimli the dwarves and then offcourse Gandalf, Elrond, Galadriel, celeborn and my father will have the ultimate power, if we split into different divisions then we increase our chances!"

[doleniel]

Erulian rises. "You have neglected to say who will lead the healers in battle. I of course know the land, so I think I would be the best candidate." Doleniel shoots a very icy glare at her adoptive brother. Legolas notices and addresses them. "Be that as it may, I have seen Doleniel and her people in battle, and they are very capable fighters, and I respect her judgement. The two of you will have to make an attempt to work together in this case. You will be of equal rank." Doleniel grins smugly at this, but Erulian's fin elven features twist in a scowl.

[Glorfindel]

A few hours had passed. Everyone was working the hardest they could, and the Dwarves had cut already thousands of trees. A first bunch of catapults was almost ready; the work was going much faster then they had hoped. Glorfindel smiled. They would have at least a few catapults ready when the enemy would show up. He turned his horse and went to see how the healers were doing their job.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Gandalf then stands up for all the council to see "We have a battle plan but we do not have a plan overall, Sauron needs to be destroyed, it is time to reveal to you all who has the one ring, come forth frodo" frodo steps up from behind gandalf, gandalf then turns "You see this council should have been held earlier, I hadmade a plan to make for Rivendell and create a fellowship that would make for mordor to destroy the ring, but as you can see evenets went in a different way in which I expected, I never imagined that sauron and Orthanc would have made an attack as great as they have done. All of you here must protect this one, the enemy will be drawn to him, if frodo is lost then so is the whole of middle earth!"

[Kenzie]

"What are you thinking comming here?! I told you to stay in Rivendell where it is safe, I told you to gaurd Rivendell!" Elrond said angerly. He had closed the door behind them, so as not to disturb the council. "I have gotten word that there is more need of arms! there is no need to have Rivendell protected when the rest of Middle Earth is overthrown." she said in retaliation, but she could see her that her father was hurt. "I am sorry ada," Arwen added softly, "I was only doing what i thought was best,"

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien sat with Telfëa at the House of Healing, staring quietly out into the forest. Telfëa was braiding Rawien’s her in a typical elven battle hair style. Her mind was racing… The appearance of Alvarel was the last thing she needed. She had no doubt that he would try to kill Legolas if he was giving the chance. Alvarel was en elf who had once declared his eternal love to Rawien at the Grey Havens, but Rawien had told him time and time again that she didn’t love him. She had never known love, well, not until she met Legolas. Their love may be young, but it was strong and passionate. Quietly, Rawien smiled. Telfëa saw it and giggled. “I know who you were thinking of,” she said and squeezed Rawien’s shoulders.

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel reached the House of Healing, where the Healers were preparing the powder. He entered the building and saw Rawien and another Elf.
"Hello Rawien and...?"
"I'm Telfëa," the other Elf answered. "I don't think we have met eachother before?"
"No we haven't. I am Glorfindel. I'm coming here to check the progress in the Healers their work. But what happened to you?"
"I have broken my legg," Telfëa said.
"Not so good," Glorfindel answered. "We will need every fighter. And you look like a realy warrior. But what happened to you, Rawien? You look so depressed?"
Rawien sighed. "I've met someone I'd rather never see again... Alvarel, someone I know from the Havens."
"Arvarel?..." Grlofindel said, "I think I know him. Does he have very dark hair?" Rawien confirmed. "I know him. He once came to my house in Forlond... he was very arrogant and agressive. But now, I have to go. I hope to see you both soon."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Originally posted by Kenzie
"What are you thinking comming here?! I told you to stay in Rivendell where it is safe, I told you to gaurd Rivendell!" Elrond said angerly. He had closed the door behind them, so as not to disturb the council. "I have gotten word that there is more need of arms! there is no need to have Rivendell protected when the rest of Middle Earth is overthrown." she said in retaliation, but she could see her that her father was hurt. "I am sorry ada," Arwen added softly, "I was only doing what i thought was best,"

Elrond sighed "Oh my daughter, I know that you meant well, but you must understand that it isn't safe for you here, Lothlorian will soon be overun with the enemy and I do not wish you to come to harm.

Frodo bought out the ring and placed it on a pedistal at the center of the room, everyone looked at it in awe and everyone felt its power and its ominous presence.

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien suddenly turned to Telfëa and looked at her with her elven eyes. "Did you feel that? Something evil has been brought to Lothlorien". Telfëa nodded and sighed. "Sauron's weapon," she whispered in Rawien's ear. "It was like everything in Lothlorien died for a moment before returning to life."

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Legolas felt the power of the ring as did everyone else, the trees were still and a darkness seemed to ascend on the forest. Denethor sat wide eyed at the ring, in his heart he had long desired this, everyones heart skipped a beat as they all thought they heard softly the words

Ash nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nagz thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!!

the words touched the heart of everyone in the council, Legolas rubbed his head as did all of the elves.

[Kenzie]

An odd wind rustled the leaves around them, and everything fell oddly silent, a darkness seemed to have creeped in around them, before arwen once more picked up the threads of the conversation. "My part is here with you," she paused briefly "and with Aragorn and the rest of my kin. I'm grown up, ada."

"I have realized that," elornd said rather reluctantly. "Come, i fear we have already missed an important part in the council." Arwen nodded as he led her in. Frodo stood over a pedistal, and all others in the room were silent. No one could rip their eyes away fom the gitering object that was set in the center of it. Arwen sat next to her father, her attention fixed on the One Ring.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Gandlaf snapped them all out of their trance "We must decide what is to be done with it, if we are to win the battle"

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel came out of the Fouse of Healing. The Healers had already made a lot of the powder, enough to make many projectiles. He mounted his horse and rode to the construction area.

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa shuddered. "There, I have finished your hair! Looks good." She smiled at Rawien. She saw Rawien looking at her odd elven features again. "My mother and father were of 2 different races. That is why I have brown eyes and brown hair.. I know it is un-elflike" She giggled. "Anyhow, we should go to the council now. I didn't like that feeling of evil."

[Rawien Startraveler]

"Yes, we should go," Rawien said and stood. "Let me get my cloak." She raised the hood and followed Telfëa out of the Healing House. Rawien, though, had the feeling of being watched. The two elves began their ascend through the tree canopies.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Gandalf looked at everyone in the council. "We have to decide what is to happen, saurons grow stronger everyday as he gets closer to the ring and he knows of Aragorn and he know that the ring of power has been found."

Elrond rose and said "This ring was made in the fires of mount doom and it is there where it must be undone, I beleive that it is our dury to destroy it"

[Kenzie]

Denethor shook his head, and spoke up. "We would never be abe to get into Mordor nevermind destroy the ring!" his eyes were still glued to the pedistle. "And Besides who would have both the courage and strength to take it? he asked the council.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

aragorn glanced over to denethor "If we do not do somthing now then it will be too late, if we win this battle then we can march against mordor whilst the the person assigned to take the ring to mount doom can do so via a differetn route, but if we just sit and hope that sauron does not find it then we have already lost!"

there is a general agreement in the council and gandalf says "Aragorn is right, this is our last chance"

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa walked behind Rawien because her leg still hurt, even thought it was mending fast. "Sorry, I am not meaning to go so slow" she said "but this stupid leg of mine is a burden." Rawien nodded, but did not slow her pace. Telfëa could sense Rawien's fear. But Telëa also had the feeling that they were being watched. She heard a twig snap and look behind her. Telfëa saw that it was Rawien's stalker. "Run.." she whispered to Rawien. "Go to the council and tell them I am in trouble but do not wait here, your friend is coming after you." Rawien started to say something but Telfëa cut off her words and flashed her a dagger that she had. "Go now." And off Rawien went, running

[Rawien Startraveler]

Rawien ran like she had never ran before, the wind blowing in her face. Her red dress was caught in a branch and it tore the sleeve apart. She could see the council room in the distance, it's lavender light glittering beautifully. But she couldn't concentrate on its beauty at the moment. Rawien looked over her shoulder and saw Alvarel sneaking after her. Hurriyng up the council stairs, she burst into the council room, catching everyones attention. She found Glorfindel's eyes. "Alvarel," she gasped. "He's here. Telfëa might be in trouble."

[thehobbitelf]

Telfëa slowly and painfully ran behind a tree hoping that Alvarel didn't see her. He came right up to her and saw her.
"You think you're so clever DO YOU?" he cursed her in elvish under his breath. "I would have had if you YOU hadn't of stood in my way." He glared at her.
"You are scum!" She screamed and spat at his feet. "Rawien does not love you! She loves LEGOLAS! And I will not see that love destroyed!" She kicked him with her good leg and tried to run. He plunged after her and rolled on the ground with her.
"Who do you think you are?" he said with an evil grin on his face.
"I am Telfëa, and if it were not for my leg, you would be dead right now."
"Is that so?" he said with a smirk on his face. Telfëa reached under her cloak to grab the knife but he stopped her and put his hand on her waist. "Whats this?" he said, taking out her knife. "Going to kill me... were you?" He laughed and held the knife to her throat

[Glorfindel]

(OOC: I thought Glorfindel wasn't there, but okay, let's say he returned to the Council lol)

Glorfindel jumped up.
"Alvarel?" he said, "Where is he?"
"He's down there, under those trees..."
Before someone else could react, Glorfindel ran of, like an arrow fired from a bow. Quickly, Rawien followed him.

"I don't really think I like you..." Alvarel said, "you are far to arrogant. Some bad things may happen to you, if your temper doesn't change. Maybe I will have to help you a bit." He moved the knife a bit and a small drop of blood appeared on Telfëa's neck. He grinned evily.

A cold iron blade touched his back;
"Back off Alvarel. Put that dagger away. Turn around very slowly..."
Alvarel turned around and saw Glorfindel, with his sword pointed at his heart.
"Well well, if that isn't our Glorfindel. Why doesn't this surprise me?"
"Be silent!" Glorfindel said, "and drop that knife." Rawien arrived aswell.
"Rawien, take Telfëa away. And you, Alvarel, you will need to calm down. Do you understand?"
Alvarel didn't say anything. Glorfindel looked a last ime at him, rurned around and followed Rawien and Telfëa. He didn't see the lok in Alvarel's eyes.
Rawien looked behind her. "Glorfindel!" she cried. Glorfindel reacted the same moment. A blade glashed, a scream, and Alvarel fell down, his hand covering the wound on his arm. Next to him on the ground, laid the dagger which he had wanted to pierce in Glorfindel's back. Glorfindel sheated his sword again, bend dwon, took the dagger and continued his way. On his face, there was a deep disdain.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Gandlaf was rather baffled and annoyed that the council had been interupted and was desiring to continue, once Glorfindel, Telfea and Rawien had arrived he began again. rawien sat next to legolas and he looked at her as if to say "what was that about" he suspected that rawien was not telling him somthing she was just about to tell him not to worry when legolas say's coldly "this is not the time and the place, we will talk later" Rawien turned away sadly and tried to listen to what gandalf had to say.

The council by now had decided that the ring must be taken into mordor to be destroyed and that the armies of middle earth would take back the lands that were wrongly taken from them, they were just about to decide who would be the one to destroy the ring when the council was suddenly interrupted again a terrified messenger ran into the council, he was out of breath and looked like he had been running for days upon days. Elrond stood up and saw that the messenger had fear in his eyes "What is it?" the messenger tried to get his breath back as gandalf urged the messenger to speak, he finally looked at gandalf and said "They are comming!!!, the armiers of mordor are comming, they will be here within hours four at the most!"

[Kenzie]

a murmmer sprang in the room, and Arwen was able to meet Aragorns eyes. Gandalf was staring beyond the messanger thinking quickly. "Then the end is drawing near at last." he sighed and the attention of the rooom was drawn back to himself. "Our time is more limited that we thought, we must decide now who is to carry the ring into Mordor, and they must leave as soon as possible!" his loud deep voice boomed through the room. The messanger had sunk into a chair, still trying to catch his breath.

Denethor slumped in his chair, a deep dispair filling his eyes. "What use will that be when Lothlorien is overrun, destroying the ring will not save these woods." he motioned his hand, gesturing to his surroundings.

"He is right," said Eomer casting a sad glance at his uncle.

"We still have a chance, Glorfindel's catapults may at least hold them off until the ring can be destroyed. You under-estimate or performance in battle. Here gathered we have some of the best warriors of our time, there is hope yet." said Elrond, standing from his chair. Arwen looked up at her father and as he sat down they exchanged a smile.

[Legolas of Mirkwood]

Frodo stepped forward "I shall take the ring to mordor"

Gandalf sihed and nodded unfortunately frodo would not be able to go alone as gandalf had planned, if indeed the enemy were drawing near then he would be spotted. "frodo is going to have to travel with the armies of middle earth hopefully we will already be in mordor by the time they know that frodo has it, frodo will be no safer out on his own or if he were with us, but for now you are all desmissed go to your battle stations and prepare to defend lothlorian, our last hope is this alliance between, men, elves and other free peoples of middle earth, now go!" he said and with that he himself rushed out of the council with frodo and the others soon folowed.

OOC: we are all going to have to fill in for everyone now, everyones involved so in your next posts do what i normally do and say meanwhile thoeden etc etc