Lord of the rings Exiles of Skyrim: CLosed

[Oswald.]

Aria sat crouched behind a rock, a fair bit away from the action. She had been following after the man,elf, and dwarf for a few days now, curious as to who they were and why they were travelling together. It was a very strange company.

[The Winter Soldier]

((today I feel like cat hacking up hair ball maybe i should drink less milk))


Saelweth muttered a few sindarin the language she spoke was only similar dialect of sindarin to the elves of middle earth and it seemed some words where reconizable partly but she was using druidic magic and seemed to shapeshift into a large Sabretooth cat and started to go after the orcs and literally maul them she was fighting pretty well in that form.

Aragorn and Gimli soon came charging from the other side trying fight there way to legolas the group that legolas had spotted seemed to be charging the orcs they where trying to help them.

Eomer saw the commotion and turned his horse heading towards the orcs with his group he was charging the orcs to help the group he saw fightining them.


((o.O we shall have to wait for captain greenleaf))

[Greenleaf]

(Derp, I hate to leave everyone hanging but I have no time to post tonight o_e sorry!!!! Will post tomorrow I promise.)

[The Winter Soldier]

((Alright then O.O thanks for letting us know)))

[judar.]

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though young and just over her coming of age, celairin is one elf-maiden who shouldn't be toyed with nor disrespected. having survived in mirkwood, celairin has tasted the decaying air on her tongue and witnessed the death of fellow kin. if nothing of the short, celairin is only among the few elves who have witnessed travesty and death on a daily basis. of these happenings, she has become fierce like her father and as much of an enigma like her mother when fighting with a blade. holding her head up high, shoulders straight and gaze unwavering, celairin is one of the few folk of mirkwood who still fight and grasp the minuscule thread of hope for their homeland. illusive,fierce and the daughter of brilliance is what other elves would immediately describe and title her, for as much as she is a child to a warrior and adviser of the council of mirkwood, she herself cannot promise a steadfast loyalty as she cannot tame her longing and greedy heart; the likeliness of which straining from her need to leave the confines of mirkwood and venture forth. she is of course is vain in some aspects of life, but for a reason. long strands of silver hair that are a reason itself to be envious, clear aquamarine eyes that pierce and strike at a moments glance and ivory skin which complete the package; she is the personification of sharp and untainted ice, for in the end she is dangerous.
name meaning;; crowned with brilliance, daughter of the moon.
traits;; illusive/vain/courteous/eloquent/magnanimous/compassionate
weapons;; swords, short swords, throwing knives and daggers

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[The Winter Soldier]

((accepted HOLY COW THAT FORM IS FANCY XD))

[judar.]

{{ thankyou c: how should i jump in?

[The Winter Soldier]

((well right now we are waiting on captain greenleaf who will post tomorrow O.o but when she does post you can join in maybe even notice the commotion with orcs and help out))((until then I shall be going to bed due to it being 12:02 am))

[Greenleaf]

(I'm back!
Sorry, I'm on mobile and can't make the post look fancy )

Legolas could only stare on in disbelief as the elf woman unexpectedly bounded ahead... and suddenly she was an elf no longer, as her body elongated and hands and feet turned to paws, and soon in her place there was the hugest feline-like creature Legolas had ever seen, snarling and fighting off the orcs. Legolas had certainly owned cats before, back when he was an elfling in his father's palace at Greenwood the Great, by never had he seen a more fearsome creature that the she-elf had shifted into.

The only creatures in fair Arda that Legolas knew could work such magic like that were the Beornings, the great bear skin-changers of the North. But he couldn't afford to stop and gape now, as even more orcs were piling in around him. He ducked an orc-arrow and parried the blow of an Uruk's scimitar, but now he was on the defensive, frantically blocking the blows with an air of apprehension surrounding his usual graceful movements as he fought.

[judar.]

ｃｅｌａｉｒｉｎ ｉｔｈｉｌｉｅｌ
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name;; celairin ithiliel | nickname;; rin | role;; elven fencer| tagged with;; n/a

Celairin peered through the hooded-cloak that spoke of Mirkwood by the colors it was made of; brown, green and hints of silver and gold. She had followed what remained of what used to be called the fellowship, of course with a reason. She had been asked, personally, by king Thranduil himself to follow the group, and if they were ever in need of assistance, to help them.

Pursing her lips, Celairin watched the battle from afar, her fingers itching to grasp the familiar handle of her specially crafted sword made out of Galvorn -- a shining black metal, both strong and malleable. Only few elves could get their hands on such material, as it was forged within the mountains, home to the dwarves. The sword itself, named Hathalmor --literally meaning hidden shadow blade-- was hers by birth-right.

Shaking her head, she watched for a few moments before murmuring to herself, "Valar, protect me." And with that, she had moved from where she was standing, her legs beating against the ground in sprint as she unsheathed her sword, though still cloaked. Gaze unwavering, she watched the Orcs whom had chosen to surround her in her intervention, and with a mighty swing, she had cut them down to size. Her movement graceful and alluring, beckoning more Orcs to attack her only to let them face death, though unaware of those who managed to get behind her.