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The forest was quiet, bits of sunbeams shining weakly in the dimness of the forest. Wind rustled the green leaves of the trees and small animals moved around in the shrubs and bushes. A deer stood between two great oak trees, munching on the rich, green grass and watching, ever watching for predators.
The elf made no sound as she glided over the soft, damp leaves of the forest floor. Her leather boots kept her feet quiet, and an arrow was notched to her bowstring. Her deep, cunning blue eyes noticed the deer before she was two hundred feet away from it. Her golden hair reached down to her feet when she was crouching as she was now, but if she stood up straight, it would have been only to her waist. It was braided at the top and a braid went the length of her hair. She drew her arrow back silently, aiming carefully for the deer. She paused a moment, just breathing, then let the arrow fly.
It stuck straight in the deer's eye and it fell dead before it knew what happened. The elf nodded curtly and stood, trotting over to the deer. She took out a small, beautiful elvish blade and, before she skinned it, sent a prayer of thanks up to the elven gods. She finally began to skin it carefully, stowing the meat in a bag on her back. She cleaned the bones and put them in the skins, which were nicely cut. She stowed these, too, into her bag. Finally, she took out a small, dirty cloth and cleaned the arrow and put it back into her quiver.

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(will respond in a little im trying to make a character and keep to the lore haha)

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(Okay )

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(do you want me to stick to the lore with creatures or could I make up my own while sticking to the lore?)

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(You can make your own my elf isn't in the books or anything so it's okay if yours isn't.)

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(okay if you don't like my creature just tell me and I can change it.)

Long ago when the world was young wars waged between darkness and light; good and evil. At the center of this evil was a being named Morgoth. He bred and created orcs, wargs and many other dark creatures that roamed and continue to roam middle earth. He was the master of Sauron and ruled many realms before finally being destroyed and cast into the timeless void. Within the wars he raged he created a peculiar beast: the dragon. They aided him in battle many times. Tales are told of the dragons: Smaug and Ancalagon The Black just to name a few. But none remember the story of Vessitir the silver. Perhaps if they did her line may of thrived, or been destroyed sooner. Vessitir was a glorious silver dragon who was unrivaled with flight. She was the most nimble and fastest in the air and a favorite of Morgoth. If any knew her story they would speak of her magnificence, or her greatness and also of her failures. Vessitir failed Morgoth and cost him a great victory, because of this he cast a very powerful spell on the proud female dragon; that she would walk the earth as a lowly human and her line would forever be trapped in the form of man but not defiled. Her line would remain the proud dragons they were, stuck in the form of a human; a worse punishment than death. Vessitir was disgraced and disappeared presumed dead by many. But in fact she lived and had children and so her line began. Each of her nine children knew of their heritage that they were in fact dragon stuck in the shape of man. Raised with disgrace they searched the land searching for a way to break the spell and return their honor. No cure was ever found and so her line dwindled and almost vanished. If it was not for the peculiar abilities her descendants possessed her line would of completely died out. Vessitir's line was discovered by a Wizard by the name of Saruman. While he didn't know the entire story the strange abilities the decedents possessed intrigued him. Eventually though he turned his mind to other matters and again Vessitir's line was forgotten and dwindled until only one living descendant remained.

A tall girl who looked around the age of nineteen walked silently through the woods. Her light brown hair had natural streaks of silver running through it. While her hair wasn't that long it went down to her mid back. It was held in a neat braid although it somehow still managed to look messy. The girl traveled in warn yet sturdy travelers clothing and looked almost like a ranger of the north. Her pack was strung across her back and a sword was sheathed at her side. The girl looked nineteen but was in fact much older than that. She had learned from her mother at a young age that she was not normal. That she was not a lowly human but a great beast trapped in the form of man. When she was younger she wrote it off as a tale, a legend. But she had begun to question it in recent years and now believed it entirely. She knew the story of her family, of the lineage of Vessitir. It actually made sense when thought about for a while.

Lost deep in thought the girl did not realize she had strayed into the sight of an elf, even if she was still far from said elf. Also being up wind did not help her for her sensitive nose did not pick up the scent of elf. So she walked into the line of sight and sense of said elf, completely unaware.

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The elf was finishing her skinning and butchering when she caught sight of the human-looking creature. The elf's eyes narrowed and she gazed at the human before deciding she did not like having humans in Greenwood. She stood slowly, her grey clothes moving nicely. The elf began trailing the human, not exactly trying to be sneaky- the daughter of the great Legolas Greenleaf could be very sneaky if need be.

(This is actually one of my personal characters- fanfic of Legolas and Tauriel from the Hobbit. :3)

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(oh interesting! I've been wanting to rp something dragon related so I made up her.)

The human girl continued on her way only pausing for a moment to take a break or examine something. It appeared that she was tracking something by the way she would stop and crouch down to look at the ground. She was actually hunting something down. Her old master, Strider, gave her an assignment when they met at the prancing pony a while ago. So of coarse she followed the lead he gave her. She was unaware of the elf's presence until the wind shifted subtly. Suddenly she straitened, nostrils flaring and eyes narrowing. Throwing knives had appeared in her hand as her eyes scanned the woods. She was partially crouched, ready to move and dodge. "I know you are there." she said softly in elvish (I can't find a reliable translator)

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The elf was already poised with an arrow pulled back on the taut string. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the human. "Quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" she asked in elvish, mildly surprised. Her feet stayed firmly planted where they were, making sure the human knew that she was not happy that she was in Greenwood. "Mani naa essa en lle?"

(1st phrase: You speak Elvish?
2nd phrase: What is your name?

www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/phrase.htm )

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The human turned slowly to look at the elf. Her golden-hazel eyes were narrowed and her lip was drawn back slightly like she was baring her unnaturally pointy teeth. "Yes I speak elvish and I will not tell you my name until you tell me yours." she responded softly in the common tongue this time. She shifted her position to a more comfortable one although she was ready to throw. This was not the first elf she had encountered and it surely would not be the last.

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The elf shook her head. "Baw," she said with a glare. She pulled the arrow farther. "Kwentra essa en ille, Saurar," she growled, stepping just a bit closer.

(No. Tell me your name.)

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The elf shook her head. "Baw," she said with a glare. She pulled the arrow farther. "Kwentra essa en ille, Saurar," she growled, stepping just a bit closer.

(No. Tell me your name, Foul One.)

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The girl didn't relent she brought her hand back slightly ready to throw. "Auta miqula orqu" she responded with a crude smile as she too stepped slightly closer. "your name first Wethrinaer" So she was being stubborn but so was the elf. She glanced at the ground for the briefest of seconds. The longer she wasted here the farther she fell behind her target.

( 1 go kiss an orc. 2 Deceitful one)

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The elf growled angrily and finally consented. "Fine, human. I am Annonel Greenleaf of the halls of the Elvenking Thranduil," she said in the common tongue with a hasty flourish, letting her arrow loosen. She put the arrow back into her quiver. "What are you doing in Greenwood?"

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Her knives disapperaed back into their hiding places as she straightened. "I am tracking a small pack of orc that have passed through here mere hours before. My old master Strider told me to look into something. So I did." she paused for a moment looking Annonel over quickly. "My name is Vessa Drago and I hail from no halls or keeps. My family has roamed the land for generations."

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The elf looked disgruntled at the thought of orcs roaming her lands. "Orcs do not roam these lands normally. Something must have provoked them to come this way. However," she paused, "I am afraid that my grandfather, Thranduil, was not aware of strangers- orcs nor humans- traipsing through our forest and so therefore you shall come back with me." Annonel smirked at her for a second. "Precautions is all. If you have proof that there are orcs, you should show him and then he will send an elf to go with you to hunt them."

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Vessa's eyes narrowed and she scowled at the elf "It seems your grandfather is not aware of everything that goes on in his realm. The proof is right in front of us as long as you don't trample it." She crouched down and gestured to the orc's footprints "I also saw them enter the forest. If you insist on dragging me to meet with Thranduil I will fall further behind them."

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Annonel regarded the human with disdain. "You will follow our laws while in our kingdom, filth," she growled. "If you will not go peacefully, then I will force you to come."

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Vessa glared at Annonel and let out a hissing breath. "then take me to him and make it fast." she retorted, heat seemed to radiate from her as she walked towards the elf, making sure to avoid stepping on the footprints.

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Annonel smirked and led her towards the Elvenking Halls, the way sure and strong in her mind. She turned her head to make sure Vessa was following a few times but they finally made it to the halls. Annonel passed the sentries, muttering some swift words to them in elvish before passing them and making the human walk in front of her.