Legolas Greenleaf
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Of Night, a Warrior, a Trespasser, and a Threat (Open to all)
Silently, swiftly, a figure swung through the trees of Lorien the fair. Patrolling the night with diligent care, the cloaked warrior found it more comforting to be on duty than off, even when it wasnt necessary. This, of course, came as no surprise, for the warrior was Celebereth, the Elven commander of Loriens best warriors. At first glance, not even the most highly trained Wizard could tell that Celebereth, the eternal confidant and protector of Lady Galadriel herself, was a woman. Of course, Celebereth was no ordinary woman. She was also one of the few students of the late Arathorn, raised and trained by he and his wife.
The silver-clad warrior silently dropped to the green-covered ground, landing smoothly on her feet with no sound at all. Though her silver cloak did not exactly blend in with the wooded area around her, she was still invisible from the naked eye. This was because of her coordination with the world around her, the silent understanding between her body and the trees that towered over her. She and nature were one, and this was a great advantage that few ever got to experience.
What had happened on this night that had awoken Celebereth from her dreamless sleep? Intruders. No alarm had been raised, though, for Celebereth could sense that only one intruder had entered their lands. She now stood, hidden by nature, bow drawn and arrow placed, pointing out into the darkness.
Soon enough, the trespasser came into sight. Springing into action, she was soon standing behind the other, arrow place firmly at his neck.
Her voice, smooth and musical, then spoke in her native language. Mana haryalv sinom? <What have we here?> She stopped for a moment, then spoke again, this time in English. You are either very brave, very stupid, or very lost to be in the lands of Lorien unannounced. I will give you a moment to speak, in which you will tell me who you are and why you are here. If you do not speak, I will kill you. So, talk or die. Your choice.
((I made it sound like a man, but you can post a woman, I care not.  ))
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"Red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night."
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Re: Of Night, a Warrior, a Trespasser, and a Threat (Open to all)
The woman, caught unbilevibly off gaurd by this worrior and the unfimiliar surroundings, cursed at her lack of focus and stands perfectly still.
"I do not mean to intrude, I am simply looking for somewhere where I am welcome."
This elven woman is wearing simple and light traveling lethers and has strange markings all over her strangly lightly tanned skin. Her eyes are hazel and her hair, in a poinytail, is long and black as night.
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