The Last War

The last strongest standing city (Mandos) of the elevs is under attack by its surrounding countries. Will it stand or will it fall. And if it falls what will become of the race of the elves?

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NO KILLING OFF SOMEONE ELSES CHARACTER WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT
YOU MUST ADD WITHIN 7 DAYS OR I WILL SKIP YOU (UNLESS TOLD OTHER WISE)
AND DON'T FOGET TO SEND ME THE FOLLOWING ASAP!!

name
age
race
hair
eyes
weapons
personality
description
(and also dont forget to say whether you are attacking the city or are defending the city or w/e.)



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NAME- Rialian (usually called Estel (hope) by the people of the city)
RACE- half Elf, half human
GENDER- Female
AGE- 5,327 (looks about 21)
HAIR- wavy reddish brown hair that goes down to her hips
EYES- a light grayish blue color
PERSONALITY- very independent, very stubborn, very aggressive (most of the
time), hates being controlled, doesn’t like being told what to do, but she does have a very loving, caring part within her, she protects others and stands up for what she believes in, very intone with
nature, (ranger), excellent tracker, can move without being seen or heard.
DESCRIPTION- Wears a black riding outfit with a black cloak, the cloak is
trimmed with silver gems. On special occasions, she wears a white dress with flowing bell sleves and a white cloak. Always wears a pendant, It looks like the north star, it
is made out of pure silver, diamonds, and sapphires.
WEAPONS- sword, bow and arrows, 2 daggers kept in quiver. excelent fighter, better than most guys.
PETS – a black horse named (nuruhinne) means shadow.
OTHER- Heir of Mandos but she hasnt accepted the truth so for the time being she wanders about the city and in the wilderness. But soon she will have to accept that she is heir and take up her position in the city. But lately she has spent much time in the city. To her people (the elves) she is known as the star of hope (Gil-Estel). Fairest elf maiden (well half elf at least).
**Her father (Beren) was a ranger that fell in love with an elf maiden, heir to mandos at the time. They were married. He is now king, for her mother (Miriel) died many years ago when the city was attacked.


**Aiken4LOTR **

Name~ Calathilas
Age~ 5,167 years old (looks to be about 24)
Race~ Elf
Gender~ Male
Hair~ His hair is medium-light brown in color, and has a few strands of natural
auburn & golden-color mixed in.
Eyes~ His eyes are a very unusual looking, for they are deep amethyst in color.
They are very mesmerizing and draw a lot of attention.
Weapons~ He has mithril armor for safety, yet it is remarkably thin and light.
He also has a bow, with a beautiful quiver full of the sharpest arrows. Along
with that he has a sword, and just as a precaution, he has daggers and knives
hidden in his riding clothes.
Personality~ He is sly and cunning, and has been trained to destroy by the
attacking city, Réthen. He is a ranger and was found by scouts and taken to
Tharan, who was then the king of Réthen, (If he gave them his service, he would be allowed
to live). Tharan sent Calathilas to live in Mandos as a spy, for he is
smarter, quicker, and stronger than most elves, but Tharan's scheming may not
go exactly as he planned, for Calathilas can sometimes be unpredictable, (*He
had been living in Mandos for quite a while, and fell in love with Rialian,
heir to Mandos*). He knows how to look out for himself without blowing his
cover, plus he is at times, very decisive and determined.
Description~ He usually wears dark riding clothes, with a hint of color here
and there to compliment his gorgeous eyes. He comes across as very strong and
defensive, but he is accepting of others, as long as he has no reason to have
doubts about them. Stands at about 6'3", and weighs 165lbs, most of which is
mainly lean muscle.
Pets~ He has a shimmering, black stallion, with a silvery-colored mane and
tail, named Nimali.
Other~ He is a ranger who was found and taken into service by Réthen (the
attacking city), but is secretly an ally to Rialian and Mandos.


**lanthiriel06**

Name: Thalion (Thal-ee-yun)
Race: an Adron Elf
Race explanation: 2 quarters elf 1/4 Cabrel and 1/4 shape shifter
Gender: Male
Age: 6,223 (appears around 22)
Hair: Dark Red, so dark it appears black until the light hits it a certain way.
Eyes: bright Emerald green
Personality: Noble, intelligent, honest, trustworthy, Very brave, kind to those who deserve it, opinionated though he knows when to hold his tongue, a very good honorable person.
Description: He stands at 6'5" and a 185 pounds. Broad shoulders and is thin but very muscular. Tan complexion. Has a scar that runs from his right temple to his cheek bone. Does not have the appearance people believe most kings have (old and worn) but has a young vibrant look about him. Handsome. Wears the dark greens, black and silvers when hunting and tracking, as well as Dark blue with the silver dragon (a sign of royalty) on his armor when in the palace and in open battle. He has a very threatening air about him and is very respected. He has proven himself as a soldier and tracker. Because of the shape-shifter in his race he can alter appearance in a way he appears as a similar race, (elf, man etc.) he cannot change into animals or anything substantially smaller or larger then himself.
Weapons: a broad sword passed down from his father with a dragon as the hilt and flames etched down the blade as well as fire opals and rubies set into the steal. A foot long dagger, that matches the sword, is strapped to his left calf, also carries a bow and quiver.
Pets: A hunting falcon used for messages, called Arauka (Swift) and a Horse called Moru (Blackness)
Other: He was just recently (6 moths before) made king of Réthen (a warring country with Mandos, yes AGAINST Mandos) when his father (Tharan) and older brother (kundu) were killed in war. He was commander of the armies before this and still leads them in battle. Very good at tactics and planning battles. He travels when he can but is often held there with work. Has a younger brother named Kelliyon who has just reciently returned to Réthen.

Name: Akhyra (ah-kear-ah)
Race: the last of the race of Varyen
Race explanation: The Varyen are near the same height as a human yet on the thinner side. They are very graceful like an elf though smaller in build. They are very agile and amazingly strong despite their size. Also known for their abilities in battle. Small, beautiful features, slightly pointed ears, fair complexion with dark hair and large unusual colored eyes (iridescent.) They see and hear better than humans though not quite as well as elves. All have (or had) a large tattoo that resembles Celtic knots that run the length of their spine and onto the back of their neck. They live for about 600 years and age to about the look of 30.
Gender: Female
Age: 200 (looks around 21)
Hair: Jet black, belt length and kept up though a few loose strands hang in her face.
Eyes: Dark Purple/Emerald green iridescent (they will change between the two with the way the light hits and with her mood).
Personality: Despite the way she looks she is a fighter. Intelligent, honorable, very kind and honest. She is respectful to those in command. She will keep her mouth shut most of the time unless she feels very strongly about a subject or a way they are handling something. Will not back down easily, which will sometimes get her into trouble. Very friendly and sweet. An excellent fighter.
Description: She stands at about 5'6" and appears to weigh about 100 lbs though the Varyen weigh very little in truth. Curvy yet muscular. sweet smile. Wears black pants, shirt and cloak, and brown leather boots, gloves, belt and brown leather inside liner of her cloak. Most her clothes are very simple, though she does have one Emerald green dress with cloak and gold embroidery around the edges. They are the only things other than her weapons that she has from her family.
Weapons: a long bow and quiver all with leaves and Celtic knots carved down the length. A group of 6 throwing daggers strapped around her left thigh. A glaive, And a katana like sword strapped to her back. All have the same knots and have rubies and opals set into the handle and blade.
Pets: None.
Other: The Varyen were wiped out in war that hit 180 years before and Because Akhyra was living in the country of Caldea she was not killed. Often she tries to hide the fact that she is a Varyen so she can travel and fight freely. She still hails from Caldea, though she travels most of the year.




**White Tiger **

Name: Anarion
Race: Cabrel (it is Cabrel for both plural and singular)
Race explanation: A race of people (which nearly look like a mix of elves and humans) known to fight with honor and skill. They're very kind and brave. Both men and women are generally known for their long white hair and light eyes (normally light blue or grey), but variations have been known to occur. They are a peaceful race unless provoked.
Gender: Male
Age: 7, 259 (looks about 23)
Hair: Long white, which is straight and falls a few inches past his shoulders.
Eyes: Crystal blue.
Personallity: Very kind and trusting. Evenly tempered and brave. He will do whatever it takes to protect the innocent. Although at points he can be very mysterious.
Description: He is 6'2" and weighs nearly 200 pounds, though at points he doesn't look it. His skin is light. He normally wears darker colored grey tunics.
Weapons: Mainly swords. And furthermore the Sword of Amiran. Which is the sword of his people and he is often hunted for it because of the sword being rare and valuable. It is a great mighty sword, in which the blade is broad but it comes to a sharp point and its hilt is enlayed with the purest gold. Intricate designs boarder the hilt.
Pets: A white horse named Serenity
Other: Anarion is of noble blood. His country is in alliance with Mandos. Because of this he has spent much of htis life there and is friends with Rilian. He knows the king (her father) personally and has been a family friend for milleniums.
However, he is only the prince of his country, Caldea.



**Sylver is graduating! **

Name: Kelliyon
Age:6,200
Race:an Adron Elf Race explanation:2quarters elf 1/4 cabrel and 1/4
shapeshifter.
Gender:Male
Age:6,000(looks around 21)
Hair:Black
Eyes:Bright terquoize* blue
Personality:honest, kind, doesn't like for people to hurt the innocent or hurt
the people that can't defend themselves, brave, like to try new stuff,
adventures, loves nature.
Description:he is 6'3, 150 pounds, thin, tan, muscular, black and brown riding
outfit with black cloak.
on his cloak he wears a brooche and it is a silver dragon.
He wears the pendant of his mother which is a silver starberst shape with a
teardropped oppal in the center.
Weapons:He carries a dragon blade which is a very cool blade that glows before
you are about to fight and it is very powerful it lets you keep the persons
soul in it,
a sword like Lanthiriels(because hey r brothers explain later).
Pets:Horse(Naamarie)
Other:He is the brother of Thalion and prince of Réthen, Kelliyon became a
wonderer about after Thalion became a soldier, but he recently returned to the
kingdomecause of the death of hid brother and father.
He and Thalion are now fighting together, and of course he is against the city.

Name:Náriël
Race:elf/human
Age:5,982
Gender:female
Hair:blonde
Eyes:silver
Personality:sweet, kind to thoughs who deserve it, likes to cause trouble for
some people, healing powers.
Description:spell binding eyes, blonde hair, thin,fair complection, wears a
black riding outfit with a black cloak and a brooche of a dragon eye, if not
wearing this outfit the a white dress with 3 foot bell sleeves, and she always
wears her pendant which is one of the stars(unknown) made out of diamonds.
Weapons:sword, dagger, bow and arrows.
Pets:hawk that looks out for her(feliam), horse(aruka)
Other:she lives in no city she lives on her own in the wild.


**Forest **

Name: Forest
Age: She looks like she’s 18.
Race: Elf
Hair: Her hair is long, straight, and blonde.
Eyes: She has green eyes,
Weapons: Bow and arrows.
Personality: She’s eager and very friendly. Forest is outgoing and has really
good senses. She’s good at archery, but can also heal. She kind and calm.
Description: She is thin and has blond hair and green eyes. Her height is
average and she usually wears a locket around her neck.
*She is defending the city.*



**foxygrl**

Name:Mahries
Age: She looks about 22, but it's unknown how old she really is.
Race: Dracon (Dracon's have a basic human form, except they have long leathery wings. Their whole existence evolves around warfare. They are incredible warriors with amazing abilities, one of which is their ability to shape shift into dragons. Dracon's are a military organization. Mahries is the only Dracon ever to master the art of sorcery.)
Hair: White hair with red streaks
Eyes: Red with flecks of white
Description: 5'6 lean and toned. She moves soundlessly and gracefully. She always wears a short flowing dress and high leather boots.
Personality: A bit rough around the edges. When Mahries says something she expects it to be carried out precisely and completely. Mahries holds the highest position is the Dracon Military- Eighth Grade Superior General. She is much like the Dracon's Queen. She can think her way out of any situation. She is quick to anger, but only when it is well deserved on the receiving end. She has a way of making friends and keeping them, only because she knows when to put on her war face and when to let the tough exterior melt away. Her other side is sweet, and quite lovely. She rarely shows this side because her people have grown to depend upon her as their leader.
Weapons: The trademark Drake sword. A poisoned blade. One side is curved soaked in poison, and on the other side is a jagged edge that can cut through
bone with a slight flick of the wrist. She also carries a mace at her side, a bow and arrow set, and a few choice throwing daggers at all times. When she leaves on long trips she looks as if she has taken every weapon known to man, and unfortunatly for those who oppose her, she has mastered each of them.
Pets: Dragonette called Spire
Other: Mahries was born a Dracon and at a young age she found that she could use magic. She was instantly put into their finest schools of war craft during the day and at night she practiced her magic by herself. Life for her is and always will be work.
Attacking or Defending?: King Beren asked Mahries and her people to defend Mandos. She accepted because the Dracon's and Rangers have always been allies.



**Misstake Says BOO! **

Name: Princess Irisel Morilien
Age: 4,645 (looks about 19 or 20)
Race: FayElf
Hair: A light shimmery white blue that hangs hovering above her slim shoulders
and frames her face.
Eyes: Are silver blue that change to white when angry or in the heat of
battle.
Description: FayElves are small and compact, Irisel stands 5'3 and weighs about
100 pounds. Long silvery white wings, look much like those of a butterfly,
sprout from her back. She wears a white shirt and a blue tunic edged in silver,
dark blue trousers and hose with calf high boots. Irisel is dangerously
beautiful, with perfect curves and slim build, but she is much stronger than
she appears and is extremly quick, due mostly to the fact that she can fly.
Personality: Is kind and out going, her people are known for their bright
spirits and happy moods. Irisel can see the bright side of any situation and is
quick to make friends and even quicker to protect them. It is legend that when
a FayElf feels terrible pain or loss that it rains. Irisel is very slow to
anger, and even slower to forgive and never forgets an offence. Has a quirky
sense of humor and loves to fight and play when she can.
Weapons: Carries the twin swords of Light, legend among elves, she aquired them
when she fled her city when it was attack by Rethen, commanded of her father
who ordered her to protect them with her life. She was told that when she found
the one worthy to weild them she would hand them the twin swords. Irisel
herself uses a beautifuly made sword given to her by her mother and a Crystal
Dagger whos blade, no matter how small the cut, will bring the wounded to
death, eventualy, needless to say she uses it sparingly and only when there is
no other choice. She also can control the wind, to an extent, mostly to call up
a sudden breeze or even to hurry on or push away a storm. When angry she seems
to carry a constant wind about her.
Pets: A white falcon named Orin whom she can understand, and who understands
her, to some extent.
Other: the capital city of the FayElves, Korminterth, was destroyed by the
Rethen a month past and Irisel was forced to flee, leaving behind her father
the King Jerin (Brother to Queen Miriel) and her older twin brother Garenthel
in the city. She now knows that only her twin brother survived and was taken
prisoner by Rethen as ransome. Irisel now seeks her Uncle (Beren) to help her
reclaim her brother and her kingdom, not knowing the threat that lays over
Mandos.



**Army Brat...Lost The Will (1) **

NAME: Kolya (Col-a)
AGE: 319 Years old (looks 22)
RACE: Half Human Half Elf
WEAPONS: Long (16 inch) Sword, and a small Dagger
DESCRIPTION:5’2, short jet black hair (chin-length), Heart stopping Dark Blue
eyes, a Slim but Muscular body and a Creamy colored Complexion
PERSONALITY: Acts more human than Elf, has that "if i cant see its not real"
atittude. Is ashamed of her Elfish back ground and tries to hide it where she
can
OTHER: Her father raised her to be ashamed of being elf and beat whatever
elfish charactoristics out of her. She now is in charge of the Army of Reagn
and will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She has a tattoo on her left
shoulder blade of an oragne ball with a red cirle around it. Around her neck
she wears a gold chain with an angel on it and engraved on the back says Follow
The Light.
***She is Fighting Against the City for a Counrty named Reagn(Ree-Ann)***

******OK sry everyone, i just copied and pasted the cc because it was being retarded and decided that it wasnt going to work anymore***********


[˜°¨†ìñÐömñî飨°˜] [˜°̈†ìñÐömñîé£̈°˜] Rialian~

I sat in the on the edge of my balcony that over looked the city as the sun
began to set. I wished to leave the city but I knew I couldn’t. I had to stay.
I sighed.

Just then Calathilas walked onto the balcony.

“I know you wish to leave”, he said putting his hand on my shoulder.
“Yes, but I know I can’t I have to stay, my father is growing old, soon I will
have to take my place… very soon”, I said.
“You talk as if that is a bad thing”, he said.
“I long to be free, to wander in the wilderness as I once did. I am trapped”, I
explained.
“It would not be safe for you to leave the borders of the country at this
present time”, he said.
“I know the danger of leaving, and if I could I would risk it, but I know you
wont allow me to leave”, I said to him looking up into his eyes.
“Indeed, for I would not allow you to leave. I would not allow you to put
yourself in that danger”, he said.
“You talk as if I can’t take care of myself, like I said I know what danger I
would be putting myself in, but I would risk it if it wasn’t for my father”, I
explained.
“Yes, your father is growing old, and his time will soon end I deem”,
Calathilas said.
“Yes, I think you are right”, I said.

Just then Forest walked onto the balcony.
“Excuse me milady”, she said.
“Yes”, I asked with a puzzled look, for Forest was the one who always notified
me on what was going on with the army and such…
“There are Adron elves a weeks march from here, they are preparing to attack
the city”, she said.
My eyes widened. “How many”, I asked.
“At least 500”, she said.
“And how many armed soldiers do we have here in the city”, I asked.
“About 300”, she said.
“Ride to Caldea, make haste and go to Anarion, he is our ally and will help
us”, I said.
“Yes, Milady”, she said waiting for me to excuse her from my presence.
“Do not wait! Make Haste”, I said.
She turned and ran down to the stables.

“Don’t worry, all will be fine”, Calathilas said trying to reassure me.
“I know I will send word for a scout to be sent out and to gather all soldiers that can be spared that guard our borders”, I said.
I did not know that Calathilas was a spy, but it seemed that something was
bothering him from the news just presented to us.
“What is wrong”, I asked.
“Nothing”, he said.
“Will you accompany me to my father’s room, he grew worse last night (he is
ill)”, I asked.
“Of course”, he said taking my hand as we began to walk down the hall.

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*hey guys…. I tried to get plots started for ya’ll, so we can get this story
going… hope I did ok.*



[Mooñdu§t♪? Aiken4LOTR!] ~Calathilas~

"Of course," I replied as I took Rialian's hand in mine, and escorted
her down to where her father was.
When I heard the news of the Andron elves preparing to attack Mandos,
I knew from where they were coming. They were coming from Réthen, a city that
had been planning its attack and capture on Mandos for quite some time. I knew
this because I had been serviced from their city as a spy. But I was becoming
worried. Why had I not been informed of this attack? I was one of the king's
servants, wouldn't he notify me of such a major planning?
I did not understand, but I knew I had to ask him later. For I would
have to see him if he were to summon me. He would summon me late at night, when
the people of Mandos were sleeping. But I would not willingly go to him, nor
would I enjoy it. No, for I did not choose to become a spy for Thalion's father
and Réthen's King at the time, Tharan. Nor did I choose to fall for Rialian,
heir to Mandos.
Indeed, there are many things that I have come to, all things I did
not intend...
* ~ * Flashback * ~ *


"My, my, look what we have here!" A scout from Réthen whispered
excitedly.
"Ahh..." Another scout replied. "A ranger. Let us bring him to justice
for coming upon our lands...or rather, the lands of King Tharan."
"Sounds good to me," The first scout answered, as he brought an arrow
to his bow, and stretched it, preparing to shoot.
"Wait!" The second scout said as the two onlookers watched the ranger.
"He is smart, this one. Clever, cunning, and perhaps even...useful."
"What do you mean?" The first scout questioned as he lowered his bow. The second scout pulled a tiny, wooden pipe from his pocket, and
answered, "What I mean is, he has a brilliant mind."
"You read his mind?" The first scout inquired. "When a ranger is
alone, it is the time when he thinks the most...secret of thoughts. I could not
pass up the moment, for it rarely ever comes." The second scout explained.
"All right then, King Tharan may have some use for him."
"Indeed," the second scout hissed through his teeth before blowing a
dart of the small, wooden pipe. Just then, there was a thud sound, and the two
scouts revealed themselves from their hiding position, and went forward to pick
up a gift for their king. A marvolous gift it would be...an elf...a
ranger...and above all, a servant.
* ~ * ~ *


"Here we are," Rialian said nervously.
"Do not worry, your father's suffering will end eventually," I
reassured her.
"I know, I just wish it would be sooner than later," she replied. "If
this pain and illness does not soon pass, he will not last."
I placed my hand upon her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze to
show her my understanding and support. "Come, let us go see your father."
We walked into the room where King Beren (Rialian's father) had been
bedridden. Rialian sat on the bed next to him to look upon her poor, sickly
father. Tears began to stream down her face. She had come too late, her father
had already passed away.
"Rialian, I am so sorry," I began to say.
"No," she interrupted. "This is not your doing. It was just his time to
go. There is nothing more that can be said or done."
"There is one thing that must be done, sooner or later..." I replied.
"Mandos cannot go without a ruler for long, you know of what I speak."
Rialian looked away from her father and up towards me. "Indeed, I have
known for quite some time. I just have yet to accept it, to accept this," she
explained as she motioned towards her father. "What good can come of this?!"
"Do not think of this as a bad thing. All this means is that your
father no longer deserved to suffer. He deserved to rest in peace. And
you...all this means is that it is time for you to accept you fate." I
answered.
"I suppose you are right, but come, do not let us dwell on this right
now. I need fresh air, I cannot linger here and look upon my father." She said
as she got up and headed towards the door.
Before I could say anything, she reached her hand out towards me and
took my hand in hers. "Please say you'll come with me. This is a time where I
will need you nearby."
Keeping my hand in hers, I walked up to her, and grasped her other
hand with my free hand. "I would not stray away from you at a time like this, not by will. Never by will..."

[Lanth/Rialian Cheer 4 Soldiers] ~Thalion~

The sound of his every step echoed in the great hall of Duredhel, the palace of
Thalion's father, Tharan and all the kings of the Réthen before him. A silver
dragon covered the tiles on the floor and set in the ceiling were the likeness
of stars. All else was of dark blue and white stone.

Thalion's mind was with the coming war. He had seen many battles before, and
led hundreds as well, though this time he did not have his father. He was
filled with a rage though it did not show. He would not let anger lead him and
his city to destruction.

Kelliyon stood silently with his back against a pillar, his hood drawn about
his face. His brother looked to him. "What troubles you so? You knew war
quickly approached yet you look unprepared." Kelliyon said.
Thalion smiled.
"I am not unprepared Kelliyon. Nor am I troubled. My thoughts turn to battle
though, and what I should attempt."
"Attempt everything." Kelliyon smiled.
"Revenge comes first. They shall be sorry they took the lives of such men as
our father and brother. But I will not risk the lives of our soldiers to do
what I only wish."
"Very well brother, you know my sword is forever with Réthen." the young elf
smiled and left the Hall toward the city.

Thalion’s Advisor, an elf nearly twice his age and a dear friend of his entered
with a bow.
"milord, what of the Elf called Calathilas who so served your father?" He
asked.

"I do not trust him as my Father did. He has the mind of one who serves himself
and no one else. I do not believe he is true to Réthen. though I could just be
thinking to hard." Thalion said as a warm smile crossed his face.

"No no, it is well to be cautious during times of battle, but you know this."
The old man replied.

"I ask your opinion of this, my old friend. I send a small army toward Mandos,
no more than 500, without informing Calathilas and see where he is loyal to. A
test. If he comes to me angered he cares more of Mandos and must be banished
from the city, if he says nothing but looks upon us with respect I will know
better of his thoughts. Either way I do not believe I will force him to serve
Réthen. He has worked under my father for to long and he deserves to do as he wishes. but with the army it also Challenges the people of Mandos." Thalion
said, still pacing in the great hall.

"I agree very much milord, but do you wish to attack so soon?"

"No, They will not attack. I will send no closer than a two days ride away. An
attack with so few would be foolish. it is a threat. Nothing more." the young
king replied.

The old elf nodded and was excused. Thalion sat on the steps leading to the
throne and leaned his elbows on his knees. Hanging his head and taking a deep
breath he mumbled a few things to himself. He Changed into the likeness of a
human and draped an unfamiliar cloak about his shoulders and tunic about his
chest. He started into the city as one no person could identify.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Akhyra walked toward the front gates of Caldea, Her hood drawn about her fair
face. The capitol city was heavily guarded, even more so than usual. War was
near and all knew it.

She entered the city with little problems, knowing the head guard, and entered
the familiar city. She took a deep breath and smiled. Never had she found a
place she enjoyed as much as Caldea.

Her thoughts were distracted by the sound of raised voices at the gates. It was
the voice of an elf, she requested to see the king and the gates opened
quickly. The rider was a young elf, clad in the garb of Mandos. Her face was
hard with determination, but there was a slight fear behind her eyes.

Akhyra closed her eyes and wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her sword.
Battle was drawing near. She opened her eyes and saw Anarion, a dear friend of
hers from years in the past, ridding out from the stables and toward the gates.


(sorry Akhyra's part is so short and done in 3rd person. I'll try to do it in
1st next time but I kinda suck at it so ya. Yikes. and sorry both additions
don't really work. I was just trying to lay out a game plan and it didn't work
to well. hope this helps you out a little Kari.)

[White Christmas Tiger] I mounted my horse as I knew what was to
come of it. I had just received word from Mandos of a threat. Enraged my father
sent me to gather the soldiers for battle. We had been allied with Mandos for a
long time, any person who was brave enough to challenge Mandos knew that to do
so they would have the armies of Caldea to mess with as well. 300 of my father's men were already hidden within the gates of Mandos. We knew
of a threat for a while and waited for them to make the first move, it seemed
to have become closer than expected. I hated the thought of war but experience
taught me that sometimes it was needed.
I was nearing the age of 7,300 years old. For many races that was very old, or
perhaps passed the age of death, but for a Cabrel I was still young. We lived
for nearly 50, 000 years if not killed before. My father was 37, 568 years of
age. Nearing his end but not quite there.
If I had one major quarrel with my father it was for the future of Mandos and
Caldea. The princess, Rialian, and I had been destined from our births to be
married, finally joining our two nations together as one. We detested this and
talked many times about our not having feelings for each other as more than
friends. Both of our affection turned elsewhere. But our fathers would not
listen and insisted on our joining together. But I knew Rialian enough to know
she wouldn't let this happen without a fight.
"Anarion!"
I looked up to see the most familiar face though it seemed odd because I hadn't
seen it in a long while. I stopped Serenity and stared at the maiden for a
second. She stood out among the crowd because of her dark hair and dark eyes
against the white locks of the Cabrel.
Mounting off of my white stallion I walked toward her. A small smile crept upon
my face and in nearing her I threw my arms around her. I held on for a few
seconds before letting go and staring into her beautiful eyes. "I'm glad that
you're home, Akhyra" I said finally.
"Its good to be home, My friend." She replied.
A small wave of disappointment came over me in hearing those words, 'my friend'.
Not that I could blame her, she knew nothing of my feelings for her. I was
brave enough to fight battles and lead men into war, but when it came to Akhyra
I was weak.
"How long are you staying?" I asked.
"I'm unsure. Whenever I pick up and leave I suppose."
I nodded. "I'm afraid you came at a bad time though. I go now to gather the
armies to leave for Mandos. A threat is coming to the Elven city and it needs
our protection."
She looked at me through her purple eyes. "I see."
"Please, go give word to my father of your return. I'm sure he will be
delighted to see you."
"I will." She then hugged me again and I felt safe within her embrace, but I
knew it'd soon be over. "Take care of yourself Anarion. Come back to us." She
then let go.
"I will certainly try." I then mounted Serenity and began to ride without
looking back, I knew if I did I'd never be able to leave.

*Umm.. if my addition is a problem with either of you, KT or Maria let me know.
I normally ask permission with plots like this but I figured it would cause more problems with my addition taking so long. I'm sorry and apologize.

[Luthien travels with Rialian] Kelliyon:
I went and sat on the steps of the throne after Thalion left.
I was thinking about war when two guards came in and asked for me to follow
them to the dungeon*.
So I did still in deep thought when they stopped at a cell and in it sat a
beautiful elven maiden.
"Why do you have a woman in the cells", I asked still looking at her.
"She was stealing food, sir, "He said looking at me.
She jumped up and said, "I was doing nothing of the sort. "
"What were you exactly doing", I asked.
"I was buying food", she said smiling.
"Well if she did nothing let her go", I said looking at the guard.
He looked at me in shock and got his key and let her out.
She walked out and said to me, "Thank you sir."
I followed her and asked, "Will you not stay with us for awhile? it is
dangerous in these parts."
She turned around and smiled.
"I love danger", she said turning back around.
I still followed her.
I told the guards to not let her out at the gate.
"Please miss, I would feel terrible if you got hurt or evan killed out there",
I said walking to our(bother)house.
"I will stay one might and see if I like it ", she said following me.
"It's a deal", I said showing her the way.
"Will you not accompany me at dinner later miss?", I asked turning around.
"I will", she said walking into her room.
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Náriël:
When I made sure Kelliyon was gone I ran to the window and Whistled loud.
My Falcon came flying into my room and sat on my shoulder.
"Well I guess we will be living here for a while"she said sitting on the bed.
The bird squawked.
"Now go and watch over Aruka", I said lifting him up.
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sry its so short I don’t know what else to add.
someone else can do dinner
;)

[Forest] ~Forest~

I got onto Blaze, my white horse, and galloped off. We rode fast, and I could
see everything go by so quickly. Blaze knew which way to go and I felt cold since we were going so fast. The sky was getting darker and I hoped I’d get to
Anarion soon.

I was excited, and nervous too. The army was a good size, yet I knew that
Réthen had more people ready to fight. After a few hours of riding, I got to
Caldea. It was very dark, but I could still see the walls. I went up to the
guards.

“I need to see Anarion,” I muttered, panting. “There’s a war and we need
help.”

They nodded and soon, Anarion came. He left with many people. I let Blaze rest
for a while, but we had to return to the city pretty soon. After six hours, I
hurried after Anarion and his army.

I didn’t find them. I thought that they had moved quickly, but then I saw that
I was lost. Blaze was tired. I tried to find the right way, but I had no clue
where to go. I stopped and sat down. The stars were in the sky and there were
so many. Blaze ate some grass while I thought for a while. I heard people
talking so I went to see who it was. I thought it was Anarion and that he had
gotten lost too, but instead it was someone else. It was someone leading
Réthen. I listened to them talk, but then I saw one of them look at me.
Everyone stopped talking.

“Who are you?” he asked. I quickly got onto Blaze and rode away. I remembered I
had brought my bow and arrows, but I decided not to use them. I didn’t like
fighting. But before I could go very far, they stopped me.

“Who are you?” the leader asked again. I gulped.

“I’m Forest.” I replied. I saw everyone look at me and I felt afraid. Blaze was
trying to get away, but they held onto him. They knew that I was an enemy. I
sighed. They took me and told me to get back on my horse.

“You’ll stay with us for now.”

I was surrounded by many other people and they watched me. I knew that we were
in trouble. I hoped Rialian wouldn’t be angry at me.

“Where are we?” I asked. Everyone started to gallop. Blaze was running faster
than the other horses.

“We’re almost to the city.” He muttered.

After a while, I saw Mandos, but it was far away. We stopped and rested. I couldn’t sleep. I was too worried about what was going to happen. Blaze
couldn’t sleep either. Everyone else was asleep, but I knew that I couldn’t
leave. Someone would know if I tried to escape. I sighed and tried to sleep.

Then I saw someone behind a tree. The person called me and I knew that they
were from Mandos. I shook my head, but the person kept on telling me to come.


[Misstake Says BOO!] It was raining.

Drops of water poured from the skies like great tears, as if the world itself
were weeping.

Irisel had lost all track of time and place, she flew only a few feet above the
ground, her feet trailing over forest floor every so often. She was weary
beyond thought and reckoning and her left shoulder throbbed with a terrible
pain from a wound she had taken. Blood soaked her ripped sleeve and her vibrant
short hair hung limp and wet about her beautiful face. Her silver eyes were dim
and haunted, only a shell of what had been.

Cries of death and battle still echoed through her mind, the faces of her
friends, her kin, as they fell to the might of Réthen. She remembered her
fathers face, the terrible fear and loss of hope that covered his normally proud
and cheery features. Garenthel, he had been captured, he had fought so bravely,
but in vain.

Irisel was beyond tears now. For the last month she had been traveling across
the land towards her Uncle's Kingdom, until only her own unwavering will drove
her forwards.

She neared the end of the forest, and moments later she broke from the trees
and landed unstably on the uneven ground. Before her sat Mandos. She had been
there once before, when she was a child, she could dimly remember her older
cousin Rialian, she had been a strange girl for her people, strong and abnormally
willful, Irisel had instantly hero-worshiped her. But it had been many long
years since they had seen one another, an age of men had passed indeed, and
Irisel was no longer an innocent child.

The great elven city of Mandos was well lit by water proff flames and the great
Deep Wall was guarded by a throng of warriors, Irisel's Fay eyes could depict
the Mandos crest emblazed upon their breast.

Weary, and near exhaustion, Irisel shook out her wet wings and rose a few feet
above the ground, fighting to stay aloft as rain and wind continued to beat
upon her. She flew in a wavering line towards the silver and stone gates of Mandos, the great Deep Wall towering over her and blocking out much of the wind
and rain as she neared.

"Hail stranger, turn back, none are welcome in these dark hours unless they
bring an army at their backs!" cried the head of the watch from his post.

"I am Irisel Princess of the FayElves, and kin to your King, I bring news of
Réthen and the fall of my kingdom!" she called back in a voice that was
unsteady and hoarse that came from unuse and grief.

There was a shocked silence and Irisel's keen ears could depict their hurried
whispers.

"Open the gate!" cried the watcher moments later, and Irsiel sighed with relief
as the creaking of well used hinges was heard.

Irsiel entered the great city on foot, folding her glittering wings behind her,
hand on the hilt of her sword.

A man approuched, he was tall with long white hair that hung lossly over his
broad shoulders. He was obviously Cabrel, and was imposingly handsome.

"Welcome, Princess, I'm afraid you find us in dire times," said the man kindly
as he bowed to her.

Irsiel cocked her head to one side as he spoke, the buzz of wearyness making
her mind slow and her temper quick.

"I must see the King, I bring news of Réthen and the fall of my kingdom," she
said as politly as her wearyness would allow.

"I'm afraid the king is extremly busy, Rethen is but a weeks march from here,"
said the Cabrel.

Irisel glared, he was treating her like a simpering maiden of no class.

"Rethen is in four days of Mandos and they carry my brother Garenthel, now King
of FayElves as they're captive. Rethen's king has a great host at his back,
both of his people and others, now take me to the king or I will find him
myself," Irsiel snapped, a slight wind rising from seemingly no where as her
temper grew.

The mans gaze hardned and he glared at her harshly.

"Harsh do you make your demands, daughter of Kings though you may be, I am Anarion, heir to the throne of Cabrel. I also demand some respect, warrior
maiden of the Fay," he said softly but sternly, his bright eyes snapping with a
well hidden frustration. Irsiel found herself more tired and weary than ever,
and her shoulder was throbbing all the more painfuly. She would have to tend to
it later, there was no time now.

"But I will lead you to the King, Princess, though you bring us ill tiddings,"
snapped Anarion, the fiery Princess had raised his calm temper so quickly it
surprised him. She was very much a fighter, as dangerous as she was beautiful.


Irsiel felt her temper leave her instantly and she was left hallow and empty,
her grief and pain pushed now to the back of her consiousness as she followed
the handsome Prince. There was no time for tears now. Maybe when this war had
ended there would be time for proper grivance and morning, but there was her
brother to save, and her revenge to claim. Tears would not save her people, nor
bring her father back to life.

The rain stopped suddenly, and the skies cleared, a half moon shown through the
parting clouds and Irsiel alowed herself a bitter smile. Rethen would not get
away with their crulety, of that, Irsiel would make sure.