Light One Candle A Middle earth rp moving to new thread.

[Alpha*]

~ Morag MourningStar ~

"There are many, who would not see this, or say as I do," he says, taking in what he sees and deciding a great many things. "But even with them, you are beautiful." The strange man offers a shrug and a lop-sided grin before sticking what would be a small cake in a pan into the coals to bake. "I understand what it means to be different, and have elected that the fact of such things would not bother me, or bias me." again he offers a smile. "That is a good goal, one worthy of you - I believe, no flattery intended, " those strange eyes meet hers for an instant, "A worthy one. My advice would be to not be so infatuated with looking for revenge that you forget to have a life. A life which the family you lost would be proud of you having."

Morag has finnished making the almost-tortia's and then pulls the rabbits from the fire. "Food is done, and I figure that when we are done eating we can go to the wedding, it will have started then. Better late then never."

[Teekl]

Name: Bilbo Baggins
Race: Hobbit
Location: Mirkwood
Currently: greeting the groom
Tags: Kili

Bilbo nodded vigorously. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Kili!" he laughed, then awkwardly shifted positions and swished his mouth around as he was wont to do sometimes when a bit uneasy. "I...might also come with another guest, if that's alright with you, of course..." he cast his gaze to the side nonchalantly. "I was walking in the woods last night and I...met an old friend."

[Alfor]

Elrond flushed in embarrassment at being scolded like a child, but Thranduil seemed to respond by acting childish. The king looked as if he were pouting, flopping down onto the ground dramatically. Of course Thranduil made sure not to land on his bad leg. He gave the king an odd expression before suddenly tackling him, embarrassment forgotten quite suddenly, "that's for kicking me in the face!"

"Says the one who snores and keeps everyone awake at night. I didn't know elves snored," Thranduil shot back cheekily. Both were now trying to pin the other to the ground like elflings.

(Thought I'd throw in some fun bonding moments between members of the family XD)

[Aragorn.]

~Kili~

"Of course Bilbo! The more the merrier!" Kili said cheerfully. He smiled and looked around. He noticed people gathering in a tight clump. "I assume that's the wedding party..." he said, "Grab your date and let's go! By the way, would you be interested in being one of my groomsmen?"

~Hùlden Rohinian~

She smiled as he complimented her. "How do you know what it is like to be different? You have made me curious Morag!"

[Alpha*]

~ Morag MourningStar ~

He exhales, long and slow - through his nose, cheeks had been puffed up with air are soon flat. How to answer this? She'd hate him.

Morag, finding no solution gets to his feet, hands held up as if warding off an attack, "I know.. that you, and everyone else.. think I am human. I.. am not." there, he'd said it. The man straitens up, and swallows, "I'm not even half human!" He laughs at that, a hearty, joyous sound. "I... am the product.. of...an elf, and a.. dwarve. " his lips pull into a tiny frown, "They were forbade many, many years ago, in a time in which you were killed for such acts, and your children with you. If they were not very lucky. These groups, you think are intollerant now, they, I must tell you, are far better than when I was a child. It was called treason to marry, or as they call it, be "Mated"."

His hands have found his hair and pulls it all back from his face into a high, tight, unforgiving pony-tail. A hair-do that shows his pointed ears and highlights the slant of his eyes - it makes him look ferril.. were it not for the stubble on his cheeks. "I wish that I were human, but I am not." his hair is tied back, arms drop - yet he still stands tall and almost regal - for the first time since his adopted father had died someone knows what he is. He expects anger, and disgust, he turns away from her, crouches beside the fire, not daring to look at her an instant longer. One lock escapes its' bounds and falls into his eyes on the left side, then he has a smile - those great laugh-line appearing. Because, well, he is relieved to have told someone.

[Aragorn.]

~Hulden Rohinian~

The ranger frowned as he revealed his true self. She walked over to the dwarf/elf hybrid, placed her hands on his shoulders. "You are more like a man then any I have met, and I like that you are strange, a weird combination. It makes life... interesting." Hulden said with a smile. She brushed the piece of hair away from his eyes, and added "It's cute, the ears with the stubble, you know?" He truely was cute, his eyes... they made her felt something he had never felt before. No she thought to herself I promised I wouldn't do this. She stood up quickly and called for Esaw. The stallion galloped over to her, and she swung onto his back.

[Alpha*]

~ Morag MourningStar ~

He'd stood again, with her plate of food in his hands, as soon as the touch of her hands had left his shoulders - anything to hide the pinching butterflies in his stomach and the thunder of his heart. A happy smile touches his lips, eyebrows raised, he forgets to take his hair down. "Why thank you!" is stated, blushing furiously.

When she calls for her horse, Mor is certain he's done something wrong, "Umm.. Huldan, you don't have to leave. Well.. maybe you do. I wouldn't stop you. But at least take your breakafast with you, I'd hate to eat it all by myself." The man shrugs like it doesn't matter as he holds her rabbit and honey-dribbled bread covered plate out and up - because she on a horse is taller than he is. "Then, I suppose, I'd see you around sometime."

What was she afraid of? He wonders almost absently, that slight smile on his face. Then the answer comes and the smile dies. * Me. *

[Aragorn.]

~Hulden Rohinian~

"Morag... I don't know if you understand what I think is happening to me, but I can't let it happen. I promised my family it wouldn't happen until I had avenged them... I... Right now I just can't be near... you." Hulden said, sighing and looking down. "I don't want to hurt you." she whispered.

[Alpha*]

~ Morag MourningStar ~

"I am a very hard thing to hurt!" He tosses his head back and laughs, because he does understand. All too well. "Let me explain something, if what you think is now happening - lets just name it shall we? I've never been one for more riddles than neccesary! - you're falling in love with me, lets make this easy. Hmm? I don't really know you. Nor you I. You cannot fall in love on a battle field, or at the hearth. One must date another, Huldan, in all but the most extraordinary cases - Such as Tauriel and Kili's case by the way - so, you cannot have a feeling." The creature pauses, pale eyes go dark, "Take car-" his voice breaks and he clears his throat, "Take care of yourself, and do not think on me - I'm a fun distraction, that all, and when I see you next return the plate - perhaps then your revenge and avenging will be had and we can have a date." this, Morag figures could be her que to take the food and go. His infectious grin is there again, a man who likes to joke and laugh, especially to smile. He places the plate on her lap, turns and walks back to the fire, soon crouching with his hands near the flames - fingers gone cold.

[Aragorn.]

~Hulden Rohinian~

"There is no dating in war Morag. There is no love in war. In war there is only death, and I am not causing death to befall those I love. Those whom war is not their own. My avenging will never be done, therefore, I will never be able to date, or be able to love. I am talented when it comes to strangers, wether it be befriending them, or anything else. You know Morag, you keep your plate." she said. She took a bite of the bread, got Esaw to trot back over to him, and placed it back in his hands. She then steered him off and began to gallop away.