Entering the Forests for the First Time

[Lady Livira]

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[Thor]

Thor came to the forest in search of freedom. In the prison camps to East, they had not treated him fairly, even if he was a convict. He escaped of course, and now he was at the gates of a glorious city, wondering how the guard's neck was after Thor had knocked im off his socks with a vicious upper-cut.
Thor laughed at himself, wondering if the queen would even see him if she knew what he was. Tucking his small war hammer into the slot in his long coat, and pulling the hood far over his black eyes, he walked confidently onto the path that would lead him to the great city.

[Lady Livira]

The Queen Livira watched from high up in the trees a far distance off from the city gates, and noticed a stranged hooded figure enter into the realm. She did not sense an immediate feeling of evil resonation from this person, yet there was something that she could not quite pinpoint about him. She knew that he did not seem to be a threat, so she keep her face held high and decided to let him stay. However, he was a bit different than the rest of the elves that had entered, and so his image remained in the lady's mind for a quite some time. Hopefully she would meet him shortly.

[Kiarate]

Kiarate sprinted through the lush forest, the very shadows of the trees giving a haunting feel. The twigs whipped at her skin, the wind tangling it self in her hair. Her cloak flew wildly behind her, and her icy eyes watched the very world around her for any sense of movemnet. She moved silently, quickly, as any assassin does, her honey brown hair catching in her face. The bounty hunters were close, and she was not willing to die to such hands. Her hand went up and grasped the branch not far from her head, swingin her up as she thrust herself upwards. Then she waited, her very heart unheard.

'Where are you little Hunters?' she whispered through the coverage of the trees.

[Toriana Demshar]

Toriana had traveled for many days and nights to escape the bounds of her father in Ealdor. She finally arrived at her undecided destination, the woods of the Lady Livira. She hummed a spirited folklore tune as she rode up on her horse to the forest and looked around. Toriana was a young and naturally pretty girl. She had long, curly golden-sandy locks of hair and a bright complexion. She had the most intriguing violet eyes, a rather rare hue and her lips were thin but perfectly shaped and light in color. She was excited to be at this new place, ready to meet all the fabled elves and mythical creatures she had long been told about in tales from her mother. Maybe she would find an adventure or two. However, for now, she just carried her horse into the forests and was greeted by a few elves, including one seemingly more fair and glowing one. She thought to herself, "Am I really here? Are these really the elves? Wow.."

[Elrohir]

On the other side of the Forest, Elrohir stood on his small raft, a bundle upon his back and a straight brach being used for an oar.

His hood was pulled over his head, but a clear smile was on his face, and a piece of long barley was quivering as he chewed its sweet stem.

Soon he came to a clear cut path, and free as one entering his homeland, he stepped off of his raft, and allowed it to float down the river, while he walked away, never looking back. Not a sound could be heard, and birds did not stop singing as he walked past.

Then a sound was heard. Calling. Harsh calling. Elrohir looked around to see three men in the forest. He had not seen them before. He stepped up to a tree, looking at them with his bright blue eyes, using his slender hand to shield the sun from his face.

Then a voice came from behind him. Very close.

As Elrohir turned around thre were three men. One had a bow pointed for him, the other two had swords.

"We're looking for an Elf-Maiden" said one of the men in a gruff voice.

"I am no maiden" replied Elrohir.

"But you are an Elf. So you must come with us!"

This was never going to happen. Elrohir put up his hands, behind his head as if to surrender. One of the men came over and was going to bind him. In this instant Elrohir grabbed the man with one hand and swung him to face the archer. he then fell down, an arrow in his chest.

With his other hand behind his head he moved straight to his hidden quiver, and drew a brilliant blue feathered arrow. He pulled his bow from the strap under his cloak and shot the man on the branch to the ground before he could reload.

Elrohir looked at the other man. He was scared, but wanted revenge, and an Elf scalp.

As he charged, elrihir had no time for a shot, so he drew his dagger from his right side, and it glinted in the sunlight. He dodged a swing from the mans clumsy sword and gashed the back of his thigh, causing him to fall to the ground.

He did not however kill him. He had no desire for death when it was not needed. He only killed the archer as there was no other way.

"You may go free now, Man. But do not return here. These woods are not for your sort. Tell your friends who remain here. Lands such as these are few and far between, and the I will not allow you to insult the lady of the wood this way."

With that he walked into some nearby bushes, and with little more than a rustle he was gone.

Men ran through into the clearing, and saw the three men lying on the ground. They went over to the only living one. "Find him!" They called. But they had no luck. Elrohir was gone. And he would not be found by such men.

[Azil Ransom]

Azil walked forward. Light glinted off her emerald green eyes, of which there was a hidden fire behind. Azil was 5 and one half feet tall, of fair complexion, and slight build. Around her was a very thin cloak that was black, but from which the stars seemed to shine. Her golden blond hair tumbled down her neck, for it was longer than most. She combed it with her fingers over the points of her elven ears.

The forest was truly beautiful and perfect, it was worth the journey she had taken to go there. Stepping through some brush, she came upon the Queen near the gates. Azil knelt before her, and said, in a clear melodious voice,"Lady Livira, I have come from the distant land of Perelandra. I do ask for your blessing and permission to enter thy realm." She paused, but looked up at the Ladym hoping her clear blue eyes might show acceptance.

[Lady Livira]

Livira approached the elf with a welcoming smile. "Welcome to my realm, fair elf! I am the queen of these parts, Lady Livira. Please, enter into the woods and find yourself some lodging. If you need anything, let us know."

[Aredhel Arnatuile]

Along the road to the sacred realm, a weary elven bard came. Seeking food and shelter for the night, and of course, people to entertain, that is what she did best. She had traveled long and hard looking for a place that would except her song and dance, and at the end would not take her head.
She had heard stories of the wonderful city, but unfoftunatly, none that she could tell. She had never been here before, and wished to visit, so that she might have her own stories to tell of the fair realm.

[Táron Darkgale]

"Táron Darkgale! You have been summoned before this council today in reference to your "impudent behavior. You attacked your commanding officer for unknown reasons and then proceeded to throw yourself into the true battle as though he were never there," bellowed Somnus a formidable man and leader of The Order of the Sacred Blade. "What do you say in your defense?"

A lone figure knelt in the grand hall before the council of the five elders. His head was hidden in shame under a black cloak, and he was forced to go unarmed.

"There is nothing I can say that will placate the rage of the council, I can only tell you that Theris, my commander was a fool and did not know what he was doing!"

"And so you knocked him senseless?" It was more a statement than a question.

"In order to win the battle yes. If I had not surely the ghouls of Merkahn would now be feasting upon the bones of those men!"

"Be that as it may, you stand now to receive punishment for what you have done. We have heard tales of a force of fallen ones, elf and possibly others, that is preparing to march upon Tirtha 'Uren and we are sending you as an ambassador of good will to the Lady Livira and her court. You will be given back your rank as a Paladin in our order, you will be given back your armor, and also you shall be given back your sword. You will however not be given your horse. If the stories are to be believed, you will have more than enough time to reach Tirth 'Uren before the enemy host arrives.Remember well that you are only allowed to do this on our firm belief that you will do as you have been trained and not what you beleive to be "right." Go now and report back to us once this is ended, and we shall see how you have fared."

[Viktor]

Viktor came to the forest in search of freedom. In the East, they had not treated him fairly, , and now he was at the gates of a glorious city, wondering how the guard's neck was after Viktor had knocked him off his guard with a vicious upper-cut.
Viktor laughed at himself, wondering if the queen would even see him if she knew what he was. Tucking his small sword and bow into the slot in his long coat, and pulling the hood far over his black eyes, he walked confidently onto the path that would lead him to the great city.

[LonelyRanger]

The Ranger Braxus, had come from the misty mountains hunting orcs, he had been badly wounded by one, and he ran for aid and healing in the elven woods.

[Elrohir]

Elrohir was walking through the woods when he came to a clearing. He set his bow on the ground as he kneeled down and scouted around. He was hunting for a beast of some sort to revive some of his ranger skills he had lost while in the city surrounded by servants.

He heard a slight rustle up ahead, and drew an arrow. he notched it on his bow, ready to spring at any time. He slowly drew himself up and waited. A shadow flashed past him and he drew back the string. he was about to fire, but it seemed to tall to be a boar. He didnt see it well enough to make a judgement, but he felt confident that the horses from the fields would not come this far into the forests, so hew kew someone was present in the woods.

He had been alone for nearly a week now, and his senses had become well attuned to the environment. He heard every rustle, every breeze, every drop of water. He put his arrow back into his quiver, and ran in the direction the figure appeared to have been heading, He couldnt see it, but now and again he heard a twig snap, and he followed his ears. He soon could see a man walking quickly up the path, and he appeared to be injured, as he clutched his side as he walked.

Elrohir stalked silently behind him, until he felt he could go no closer without being heard. The leaves were on the ground, and so silence and speed were limited due to the crisp crunch of every step.

He drew an arrow quickly and notched it. In a flash he had it drawn back to his eye, and a clear shot to hit the figure in the back of the neck. "Stop!" Elrohir called firmly. "Who enters the realm of the Lady of the Wood?"

The figure raised his hands and stopped. He turned around to face Elrohir, but his hood shrouded his face. He replied in a breathless voice: "I am Braxus, and I mean no harm. Please, let me be, I must get medicine." Elrohir was tempted for a second to let the man go, but he had met too many spies in his time, too many people who claimed to be what they weren't. "Perhaps, but few enter the woods from this side of the kingdom. You must have come down from the mountains. Is that correct?" He kept his arrow pointed straight for the figures face, in case he tried to attack Elrohir. It had happened before. But Elrohir's eyes glanced down at his side. He was bleeding, and bandages on his side were bloody red. "I did come from the mountains" he replied "I have been hunting Orcs."

This aroused Elrohir interest. Any foe of an Orc was a foe of Elrohir's. "Very well," Elrohir said, lowering his bow "I will escort you to the edge of the wood, but then I must return here." Suddenly Elrohir's ears heard something a second time. A squeal of a boar came from behind him, charging at Elrohir. He drew his bow quickly and sent an arrow whistling into it's eye. It fell to the ground, dead. "Well," Elrohir said "perhaps then I can come with you. I have completed my task. It has been two days since I ate anything other than lembas, this will make a fine meal."

All of a sudden, anothter voice entered the conversation. Elrohir darted round, he hadnt even heard the person approach. It was someone he knew, and they spoke to the newcomer, giving a nod to Elrohir.