A New Danger in Middle Earth- LotR RP- Accepting

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

"Mae govannen, Eldilin Legolasion. I am Faladan of Gondor, son of Feredir. If you wonder why I speak your tongue, my father was not a man, but an elf. You and your army are welcome to camp with us as we prepare for battle. Won't you come and stay a while, possibly dine with my officers this day?" Faladan replied, bowing to Eldilin. He turned at looked to his men that had gathered, and they quickly scurried off to prepare lodging worthy of the elves and their horses.

(the nazgul are the riders, the animals are Fell Beasts.)

[myth;]

(( Your really good at this stuff. ))

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

(me? Thanks)

[myth;]

(( Edited my form. Accepted? ))

[myth;]

(( G2G see you in a few hours DX ))

[VanWen]

Giwen
of The Dúnedain

Giwen pulled the draw string tight shut and stood up again. She had finally collected enough of the herbs needed to replenish her stores and she had spent enough time in Fangorn Forest and now it was time to move on, rightfully so. Her white marked bay mare was nervously glancing around, the mare could never calm now in this forest, the Ents bothered her too much. Giwen pulled her hood back over her head and popped her pouch into one of her saddlebags and mounted up again. Her presence had been requested in Rohan again, some of the horses needed to be looked over before returning to battle against the shadows. Riel walked quickly back along the overgrown path that had lead them to the unusual clearing and headed eagerly back towards the open fields of Rohan. Her rider however seemed unconcerned and deep in thought. Whispers of battle had long since reached the Hackler's ears and their was always need of another hackler in Rohan's midsts but Giwen herself wasn't much of a fighter, well that was what she wanted to believe of herself. In truth she wasn't too eager at the thought of meeting one of her own at the end of her blade or arrow. Many of the inhabitants of Rohan still glared at her while passing, her heritage showed only too clearly. Dark as the darkest night, many still shrunk back from her but it had never bothered her before. Maybe it was time to go North again, return to the Dúnedain, not yet...

ooc:
Where are the other characters?

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

(they are all at their camps. The Gondorians, the Rohirrim, and the Mirkwood elves are all camping together, and the Lothlorien and Rivendell elves are still near their homelands and haven't marched to Mordor yet.)

[Lunaestrella]

"Mae govannen, Faladan" Eldilin said "We gratefully accept your invitation" he bowed, smiling, and gave his horse's reins to one of the elf officers, who understood and led the company of elves to a place where the horses could be stabled safely. Eldilin followed Faladan, slightly nervous to be surrounded by so many men, but he didn't show it. He noticed that the commander did have slightly pointed ears, and he moved more gracefully than an avarage human.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Faladan led Eldilin to his tent on the far end of the camp, somewhat separated from the chaos of the rest of the group. His helper had already set the table with fine meats, bread, and wine. "I am sorry that we don't have the best fare during wartime, but this is the highest quality food that we have here. Sit, and tell me of Mirkwood, which I have never seen." he said, sitting down in a carved wooden chair that was both simple and elegant.

[Lunaestrella]

"I give you many thanks for your hospitality. There are never many luxuries in time of war, and this is a great feast compared to what many of the people of Middle Earth have" Eldilin sat on another chair, grateful to be away from the noise of the preparations for battle.
" Mirkwood..." he hesitated thoughtfully "It is a great forest, as you surely have heard of. Unlike Lothlorien, it is dark, but us elves long ago made paths and hidden roads there. Not long ago, it was a fair realm, but now, in these times, the elves are leaving. We can no longer fight the many giant spiders that before were afraid of our bows and dared not come close, and they are beggining to invade the lands" he sighed "Like all kingdoms, it was deeply affected by the ring and its power, and even now that it is destroyed all Middle Earth suffers from its evil" he remained silent for a moment, and then glanced upwards. "Tell me, what is your story? You said your father was an elf, so you must have grown up in Lothlorien or Rivendell"