A New Journey - A Lord Of the Rings and Hobbit RP

[.a r r o w.]

M'kay, I'll work on my first post c:

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➸ Sorry it took me so long, mom wanted me for awhile.
➸ Kíli
{ Dwarf • Male }

The young dwarf prince wandered through the forest, his bow in his hand, an arrow notched at-the-ready. Hunting was one of his favorite pastimes, and he did it quite often. All those years of practice when he was younger had paid of very much, and he prided himself in his accuracy. A crunch sounded behind him, and, spinning around, he released his shaft and watched it fly into the brushes. A piercing squeal sounded into the air, proving that he had hit his target, a large boar he had been tracking. He smiled and jogged deeper into the forest, finding the body of the boar, with an arrow neatly piercing his neck. Now, to get it out of here. He whistled to his pony Bungo, who eventually and obediently popped into Kili's view. After a while he had secured the boar into the back of Bungo's back, and was walking out of the forest back into the open. -I have no idea where is, MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING-

✖ Eruanna
{ Human • Female }

The soft sun beat down upon the golden hair of Eruanna, a beautiful woman of Rohan. Her stead, Vanya, trotted recklessly up the hill, bringing the mighty city of Minas Tirith into Anna's vision. She was here. The memories of her father flooded her mind, bringing a smile to her gentle face. She recalled the times her father would get a far-away look in his eyes while they were feeding the horses, telling her wonderful stories of the glorious White City. He had instilled a deep desire in Anna to see the famed City of Kings before her death. But she had wanted to see it with him. Not alone. Like this. Sadness touched her eyes as her mind wandered to the day of her tenth birthday.
They had come from the east, burning, murdering, stealing and hurting her people in most awful ways. Orcs. She remembered the terror on the faces of her friends, but the courage on her mother's and father's as they faced their death. Her brother had sent her away on a young Vanya, telling her to not look back. And now how she wished she hadn't.
Her face hardened, refusing to think about the utter chaos she saw when she turned around that day. Nudging Vanya into a lope, she cleared her mind of all thought, other than the majestic city.

[angel.]

{Sorry for the infancy post, but I am on my phone.}

-Arwen- Elf
I stroded into The White City, or Gondor as it was recalled a while ago. My heels clicked against the pearly white floor as I looked outside, seeing into the distant. I walked gutter to outside, my white, long, Elvish dress trailing behind me. It was rimmed with pearls an diamonds, made of silk. It was crafted by the finest of elves. I smiled and greeted people as I passed, smiling as the Queen Of Gondor. "Aragon?" I called softly, my voice smooth and calm. I helped a few little kids with string dolls as I passed and greeted the people of Gondor. That's just who I am.

[.a r r o w.]

I guess i'll try to post with Kili, but I really have no idea how to enter him xD

[angel.]

{Me neither with Aribithia...}

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I'll try >.<

[Greenleaf]

(Wow. Legolas is forever alone here in Eryn Lasgalen XD)
(I'll try to get him to Minas Tirith. Ithilien first, perhaps.)

Legolas's eyes scanned the parchment with curiosity. Sealed and stamped with the symbol of the elves of Southern Ithilien, the Sinda was faintly surprised that his people would send messages to him, so soon and without warning.
Surely it cannot be that important, he decided, settling down in a chair to read the letter. His calm gaze, however, swiftly changed and grew darker as he read the contents of the letter.

Legolas,

Old friend, I am afraid that the people of Ithilien are dire need of your help, including myself.
These past few days have been confusing and unexplainable. The first night shortly after you left, I found one of my guards lying dead on the border. I am utterly unable to explain how he managed to flee two leagues from the palace to your territory, but allow me to get to the details. It is utterly confusing; upon further inspection of the body, we discovered that his ribs had been crushed inwards an some had ruptured his heart, but there was no sign of bruising or soft tissue damage along his skin.
Two nights following this incident, two of your elven soldiers were found dead in the same state as my guard. They were both dead; one was found practically impaled amongst the tree branches, another one had somehow fled as far as the edge of Pelennor Fields. Again, one elf's skull was found crushed in on itself, but there was no bruising, and neither was there was trace of whatever had caused the injuries.
I beg that you hurry, mellon nîn. Southern Ithilien is in need of their lord.
I pray you come soon and wish you a safe journey,

-Faramir

Legolas was immediately on his feet and striding across the corridor, quickly retrieving his weapons where they lay against a wall. I need to leave. Immediately.

[angel.]

-Arwen- Elf
I swiftly walked along the Gondor's palace wall that kept it safe from all enemies. I almost ran to get my horse. "Something cannot be; all is not right." I murmured, getting on the nearest horse. I kept my dress concealing and lifted my cloak over my head to hide my face. Riding the horse out of the palace, past the guards as they gave a nod, I grinned beneath the elven fabric and whispered, "Only if they knew." I was planning on to head to Rivendell, or Eryn Lasgalen, where I could discuss news with Legolas. I wondered if he felt the same feeling, unpleasant and discomfortable. I planned to talk quickly with an elven tongue and come back soon, wandering farther across the vast grounds.

[angel.]

{I am watching The Two Towers by the way. I just thought that was needed to state.}

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➸ Here it is. >.< I would be watching something like that, but I have school tomorrow :c
➸ Kíli
{ Dwarf • Male }

The young dwarf prince wandered through the forest, his bow in his hand, an arrow notched at-the-ready. Hunting was one of his favorite pastimes, and he did it quite often. All those years of practice when he was younger had paid of very much, and he prided himself in his accuracy. A crunch sounded behind him, and, spinning around, he released his shaft and watched it fly into the brushes. A piercing squeal sounded into the air, proving that he had hit his target, a large boar he had been tracking. He smiled and jogged deeper into the forest, finding the body of the boar, with an arrow neatly piercing his neck. Now, to get it out of here. He whistled to his pony Bungo, who eventually and obediently popped into Kili's view. After a while he had secured the boar into the back of Bungo's back, and was walking out of the forest back into the open. -I have no idea where is, MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING-