Thread: Council in Rivendell
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Rules: You mustn't assume what another character will do, so wait for a reply from the character's creator. No god modes, all the normal stuff. Also, you can either create a character, or play one who already exists. I myself am doing one of each.
Name: Althea (called Lightfoot)
Race: Gondorian men
Gender: Female, but appearance and voice lead many to think she's male
Age: unknown, looks to be in thirties
Physical Appearence: Dressed as a Ranger of Gondor. His hair is a light brown, eyes are grey
Skills: Anything in the Ranger field
Special Items/Weapons: Bow and arrows, a small horn on his belt, along with a short sword
Name: Meriadoc Brandybuck (Merry for short)
Age: in thirties
Physical Appearance: Messy red hair, mischevious blue eyes, maroon vest, white shirt, greenish pants
Skills: Fighting, smoking his pipe, drinking large amounts of ale at a time
Special Items/Weapons: His pipe, a sword
Lightfoot rode in on a bay horse, then dismounted, looking around. 'Finally, Rivendell,' she thought to herself with a smile. 'Glad I got called to this council.' She proceeded into the heart of Rivendell, the hood of her cloak drawn up, looking very masculine, she always mistaken as male.
Merry was looking around with a sigh. 'I wish Pippen was here,' he thought sadly. Then, he spotted a tall Ranger, of Gondor, then smirked. He ran off, following the Ranger.
Lightfoot felt something hit the back of her head. Looking on the ground behind her, she saw an apple. She growled, hand on the hilt of her sword. Merry snickered, starting to step forth. Immediately, Lightfoot pounced on him, starting to give him a beating. Merry shrieked and squirmed, but couldn't esacpe her grip.
"Help!" he helplessly called out. "Someone, please help!!!"
Since when was Merrys background and history unknown? You should probably write 'well known'. And is Lightfoot male of female?
If the bio says the character is a male, then the character is a male.
Appearence-Long red hair,green eyes,fair skin,high cheek bones,sligthtly pointed ears
Weapons-Sword called Holy Wolf, throwing knives,daggers,bow'n arrows,quarter staff
Clothing-dressed in all grey and black elven garb,(filthy from traveling)
"Please, please, lemme go! I didn't mean to hit you! I was trying to hit a bird, honest!"
"Indeed," Lightfoot growled, "and the sky's green!"
She gave him a good smack on the face. Merry whimpered before shouting, on the top of his lungs, "HELP!!!!!"
Lightfoot looked up and smiled an inward smile to herself, standing up, while pinching Merry's earlobe, "Greetings Rue. This little runt threw an apple at m-"
"It was a mistake! Honest!"
"He claims it to be a mistake, but a coincidental mistake it is in that case. Since when do mistakes strike the exact backside of your head? This little one should be punished!"
Lightfoot gave a twist on Merry's earlobe, and he winced some, looking up at Lightfoot.
"Scram you, you have ten seconds. And don't think I won't conut 'em!"
Merry looked at Lightfoot and merely laughed.
"I don't think you won't count, I know you won't count. You wouldn't dare hurt Meriadoc Branybuck anymore than you have!"
Lightfoot sighed, closing her eyes painfully, then imediately went down on her right knee wincing some.
"Meriadoc, son of Saradoc, I ask for your forgiveness. Had I known it was you, you would be pampered right now."
Merry looked Lightfoot over and smirked, "Well, I guess it will be okay. Alright, you have my forgiveness."
He bopped the apple off Lightfoot's forehead and skipped off, taking out another apple.
Lightfoot stood up straight once more, brushing herself off.
"King Elessar called me to here. He's also on his way. There's something..." she lowered her voice, "going on out East. He's to organize some of us to go out East and try and stop it. We'll summon an army of course. That's all I know."
Rue looked at her puzzled,"Would anyone mind if an uninvited someone were to join this little get together? I'm quite interested in this matter,but of course if it is not seen fit I will be on my way." She looked away for a momment,observing the landscape she had not seen in years.
"I'll bring it up with the King when he arrives, as I do not see any trouble with it. Aha, here he be now!"
King Elessar rode in, alone, dressed once more as a Ranger. Seeing Lightfoot, he embraced her.
"Good to see you again Althea," he said.
"Good to see you too Elessar," Lightfoot replied, embarassed by the use of her name. "Is it alright if Rue stays for the council?"
King Elessar released Lightfoot, then turned and looked Rue over for a moment before smiling, "Of course she may stay! I'd be honored to have you herre, M'lady Rue."
"I am different than most nowadays," he quietly answered. "If I look into your eyes, I see honesty, trust, loyalty, and honor. There is no need to fret. Eyes do not lie."
Lightfoot beamed, concealed by her hood.
"Indeed, I've known Althea all her life. I know not why she wishes herself to be a Ranger. She's always been so...masculine. I do not understand. And Rue. There are more reasons to trust me than there seems. Who else kept the secret of the One Ring whence travelling to Mordor itself, where it seems I shall go once more?"
He blinked a bit, signaling an unseen signal (to the untrained eye) to Lightfoot, and together they wandered off.
Age: 3420, but to humans she appears 20.
Race: Tervarwaith Eleth (Silvian Elf)
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Dark Brown
Weapons: The dagger Vishrow. Zephrah keeps the dager ont the wall in her room.
Appearence: She is dressed a s a tipical servent, but something about her appears different, although no one can identify exactly what. She has serven Brenon (Lord) Elrond for manny years.
"Gotcha!" he shouted, and ran off, laughing like a maniac.
"Good day, miss," she boomed in her deep voice. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
Lightfoot smiled as she saw Rue coming closer.
Merry laughed. He escaped! He looked down at the three, then threw a shower of apples at them, disappearing once more after that.
"When I see that little runt, he'll wish he never threw apples! Ever!"
Then realizing she had just ben asked a question, she turned Geheno anim! (Excuse me!) Um..my lord...er..lady?"
"Ai na vedui, Nin Brenil! (Hail to you, "My Lady!)" she exclaimed deeply. "Mae govannen, Zaphrah (Welcome Zephrah.). Boe ammen i dulu lin (We need your support.)"
Lightfoot stood up again, pulling back the hood of her cloak; her hair longer and shaggier, eyes sharper. She smiled down to Zephrah.
"You are not your occupation. You are yourself. Do not underestimate yourself. Anyway, Lord Elrond is indeed a noble man to serve under."
Lightfoot smiled and stood up, striding quickly down a path.
"An ill power arises in the East. King Elessar is here, on behalf of a Council he organized. We need a couple more people to come. Are you willing to?"
Lightfoot glanced to her, eyes blank.