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Elladan sighed, "They have not actually lived there for too long. Only a handful of years. But I do understand, because trying to retake the city would be a blow against Melkor."
"Muindor, we both know how they work. They have probably left the city by now." Elrohir replied with a sigh of his own. "It's most likely abandoned, and mostly burned down."

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Caldor frowned at the suddeny apeparance of the demon, "Must you do that, Xarik'n?" he asked.

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Elandere heard Lenora's soft footsteps and turned. He blinked, noticing the clothing she was wearing, before unclasping his cape and walking over to her.
"Lenora? Are you alright?" he asked, drapping the cloth over her shoulders.

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Rumil smirked, looking at Orophin with a face that simply said, 'I win.'

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Haldir yawned, "Perhaps then... you should sleep?"

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Lenora smiled softly..thankful to Elandere for giving her his cape. "I am fine. A little confused. I missed everything again."

avien smiled "do you want me to hold her?"

aras' eyes opened slightly and she saw that haldir was sleeping she smiled and drifted back to sleep

Vala approached Legolas, sitting down by his head after Legede disappeared. Holding his hand over the archer's forehead, his palm glowed a little before enough vital energy was sent to revive him. Vala peered curiously at him on his hands and knees, before moving to sit on his feet, legs neatly tucked under him.
"Ada." he spoke confidently, inquisitive, piercing eyes boring into the elf. "You have yet to give me a sister."
Of course Legolas probably would have been confused as all heck...
He smiled. "You have yet to give me a sister, Ada. You have to give me Lily before you leave. She looks just like Mother." His eyes held a strange look of all-knowing in them; this child was certainly gifted, and in more ways than one. He was a spitting image of Legolas. "You shouldn't doubt her. She's just like you....Neither of you ever physically show what's on your mind. It's easy to see past that." Again with his eyes; they stood out more than anything on the child, deep and all-knowing. He was named Vala appropriately. "You should get a few things in order before you decide to scrap everything. You might accidentally throw away important things." The child stood up, hands on his hips. "Mom always used to tell me about you when she'd visit, telling me stories about how you met and such for hours. We both know you're her strength, Ada; trust me when I say that. Without you, she would fall; I would keep her standing only for a few months before her will broke. But who am I to tell you this..?" He leaned over, pressing his hand over Legolas' heart. "You know it for yourself, right here."
Suddenly, he pulled back, smiled, and went running off towards where he knew Sallia would be. "You should find her!"
Heh, he wondered if Legolas knew that all he had to do was follow him.
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Sallia turned around, looking at Vala. "How did you...?"
Vala giggled, his laughter the only response he'd give.
Sallia was puzzled, and intrigued. Vala was certainly a bright child; far more mischievious than she had ever thought she was.
Shanra always assured her he was docile compared to her, though. Legolas' side?
Suddenly, Vala darted off into the forests, causing Sallia to jump up in alarm. "Vala?!!!"
He laughed, already knowing these forests better than either of his parents did. If all went according to his plans, his parents would be running into eachother in seconds.
"Vala???" Sallia called out, before freezing on the trail, eyes locking with Legolas'.
**Bullseye.** Vala thought to himself proudly. **I'll let them handle this now.** He took off through the treetops, returning back to the Temples.

Sallia stood motionless on the trail, one hand moving to her heart. It ached at seeing him like this; she found the words she wished to say caught in her throat, and for once since she had returned, she felt vulnerable and exposed. She wasn't going to cry, she was going to be strong...
Instead she found herself weakening, tears starting to well up. Her other arm wrapped around her stomach for a sense of security; it didn't help, it always felt like he could see through her like fresh, clear water.
"Legolas..." She could only whisper, choking and nervous. "I..."
But her voice only found silence in his presence; there was this agonizing, sinking pain in her stomach that had traveled there from her chest. She didn't fully understand why she was feeling what she was; it was strange. She wanted to run and embrace him, but she was hesitant to even move. Furthermore, she was torn between her pride---even if she was his wife, she hated to be seen so exposed---and her devotion to him. One prompted her to step backwards, and run, hide; the other, to stay, to see how things worked themselves out. Her confusion caused her to do both; she stepped backwards, but was inable to move any further. What could she say to him??? He had his mind made up, there was nothing she could do to change it. She respected his wishes, he was her husband, her friend, her beloved. That didn't mean she always agreed with them or what they entailed, this being a prime example of that. She couldn't be selfish.... But she didn't want him to throw his life away either. She didn't want to lose him, more than anything, but she understood that this was far beyond her control.
"I..." she tried to start again, "I.... ....Legolas...."
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Xarik'n grinned. "Why wouldn't I? You guys requested my presence or what? Take it or leave it."

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Shanra just smiled. "Don't mention it, beautiful." He kissed her cheek before standing up and walking away, hands in his pockets.

Shanra spun around smoothly, suave and grinning. "Heh, you're not used to this are you...? You're blushing." He chuckled. "Easy enough to say: I like you. A lot. You have my respect and admiration. That good enough of an answer, or do I have to kiss you again?" He smiled mischieviously.

faramir not nowing what this demon was almost hit it dead in its face but was stoped when he heard caldor call it xark'n "so you are the one who brought us here......did you happen to get the horses?"

(((OOC: AI! I forgot to post for Legede! Hehehe... my bad. Sorry for my absence guys, but with the laptop away for repairs, I'm just not feeling like sitting at the comp for more than a few minutes time. Damn the flu... CURSE YOU, FLU! CURSE YOU TO THE FARTHEST REACHES OF THE ABYSS! *falls over* OH! And this is directed at Sallia! Did you know that you are playing your Elven characters more intune with Tolkien than any of the rest of us?! *nods* Yep! Sallia's hyperactivity is EXACTLY how Tolkien wanted Elves to come across. I went back and re-read the first few pages of the chapter from "The Hobbit" where Bilbo and the gang enter Rivendell. "Foolishness" was a commonly used word by Tolkien to describe the Elves. But to those of us a little less inclined to be hyper... well... most of the time anyway... we can just say we're doing it PJ's way! (Peter Jackson's Way that is. Apparently the LOTR Director forgot the hyperness of Elves as well) So play on, my friends! PLAY ON!)))

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Legede had thought he was on is way to Mordor.
He had thought that the Valar were on his side.
He... was wrong.
One moment the captain was flying through the air, and the next he landed on his backside in the Healing Spring. Up to his knees in water once he finally found his feet, the white haired Elf glared up at the sky.
"MANDOS!" he shouted in anger, realizing that the Vala had dropped him only half a mile or so from his past position. "MANDOS! THIS IS NOT WHAT I ASKED!" he shouted, not caring who heard him or who thought he was insane.
Mandos did not appear to him, for he was busy elsewhere, but his thoughts boomed from the sky above the captain.
"What you asked is forbidden and we shall not grant it!" the Vala spoke, even though he was in another place entirely. "What you asked for was of a selfish nature and brought on by your own anger, hatred, and self guilt. Look within yourself and tell me, truthfully, that you did not request our help only to bring about your own demise?"
Legede shook his head, angrily at first, but then in defeat. "I was rash... but that does not mean I had not the intention to..."
"But it does! You wanted death, and it is not within our designs to hand it to you so easily. If you still wish to die, than go to that death... but you will go without the gifts we have given you!"
Suddenly, Legede felt his body rise slightly. There was a sharp pain in his chest, exactly where his self-inflicted scar was, and then a bright light flew from him and up into the heavens. The captain fell back into the water, now on his knees, his head bent as he struggled to calm the rising anger and fear within himself.
"As long as your bear that scar... we will no longer aid you." Mandos spoke, before all went quiet.
But Legede did not look up. He starred down at the water, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
The Valar had left him... and this time, the captain had brought it upon himself.



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