firin
March 29th,2004, 04:58 PM
from the depths of the forest there stood standing a tall proud elf amoured in gold with fair hair that reached the ground,he had no sign of wearyness or of such thing yet in his eyes were sorrow and pain of the passing ages of the world, upon his belt was a sword and upon that sword there were markes which
said "the blade of beren"fore thus comes my charater.
beren rushed down the hill to the river which lay flowing over the golden ground yet no sound of the river is to be heard yet the calls of the brids in the morning sky.
from there beren calls out "how i wish the world was not its parting for the sound of the world was sweet to my ears" he let out a great sigh as he washed his face and hands.
and depart to the forest road of golden leaves yet suddenly a group of men came rushing out of the wood
heavly armed shouting "the tratiors of rohan are back!"
how that for a starter
need:
five men
and
six tratiors of rohan
i am
beren an elf who did not leave over the grey heaven with the rest of his kin.
said "the blade of beren"fore thus comes my charater.
beren rushed down the hill to the river which lay flowing over the golden ground yet no sound of the river is to be heard yet the calls of the brids in the morning sky.
from there beren calls out "how i wish the world was not its parting for the sound of the world was sweet to my ears" he let out a great sigh as he washed his face and hands.
and depart to the forest road of golden leaves yet suddenly a group of men came rushing out of the wood
heavly armed shouting "the tratiors of rohan are back!"
how that for a starter
need:
five men
and
six tratiors of rohan
i am
beren an elf who did not leave over the grey heaven with the rest of his kin.