Post by strider on Mar 12, 2011 13:28:16 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
ARAGORNELESSAR*
My name is Aragorn Elessar. My birthday is March 1, 2931 of the third age. I was raised in Rivendell by Elrond, who gave me the name Estel to conceal my lineage from Sauron. In ThirdAge 2951, which was when Sauron openly declared himself, I returned to Rivendell after 'great deeds'. Elrond revealed my right name and lineage to me, and I was given the shards of Narsil and the Ring of Barahir.
I have several other names: Estel, Longshanks, Thorongil, Strider, Wingfoot, Dúnadan, Stick-at-naught Strider.
I then went out into the Wild, fighting evil wherever it manifested itself. In 2956 I thus met Gandalf. In disguise, I served King Thengel of Rohan and Ecthelion, Steward of Gondor.
Not wishing to claim the kingship yet, I served Ecthelion in disguise, as a captain in the Army of Gondor. My alias was called Thorongil (eagle of the star) because I am swift and keen-eyed, and wore a silver star upon my cloak.
In the course of my years of wandering, I entered Mordor, passed through Moria, and ventured into Harad in the south of Middle-earth.
I think of myself as noble and strong, but weak to power. I fear of making the same mistake Isildur did when he was confronted by the ring. For this reason, and several others, I have not taking up my rights of kingship in Gondor.
I am a fair fighter, tracker and scavenger. In short I am a ranger. I care deeply for my friends and would give my life to protect them.
I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish togo back to a place.much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
Hey there. so my name is Angelica. I also play no other characters at the moment!. I happen to be female and i've blown out Eighteen candles. If you want to contact me, no sweat. just Private Message me! But check me out in action. I would like my character to be Human and he/she hails from the land of Gondor but lives in Rivendell. My final last words are muddeling through!
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
Cold rain poured down onto the earth without any mercy, it was mid-afternoon and the sky was already dark. The sun slept behind thick dark clouds. A man concealed in a dark cloak walked through the rain, unperturbed by being drenched or the fact that mud clenched tightly to his ankles. He had traveled far worse conditions before.
The man paused in front of a large gate; a gate guard opened a small grate and spoke to the concealed man briefly.
”State your business!”
The man paused in front of a large gate; a gate guard opened a small grate and spoke to the concealed man briefly.
”State your business!”
Strider looked into the man's eyes and pulled back his hood.
Strider had dark brown hair with grey colored eyes; he had a small beard and mustache. Strider stood 6'6”, a noble height for an heir f a throne. His face was handsome but worn from battle and weariness.
”I am Strider, a ranger from the North as you very well know. I have business at the Prancing Pony where I am to meet a dear friend of mine, now let me pass!”[/color]
Once the gate was open the ranger walked forward until he reached the Pony. Strider approached the door and pulled it open, taking time to try and get some of the caked mud off his boots first. He talked briefly to the Inn's keeper and sat at a table in the corner, smoking his pipe and drinking ale. He would be here awhile before his party would arrive.
Strider had finished watching and guarding the Shire. Gandalf and himself had set up a group of rangers to guard the shire and keep it safe. It wasn't hard duty guarding the shire, but it was always hard work. They were not to be seen by the hobbits they kept safe. Hobbits were weary of outsiders and would think that the rangers themselves were planning to attack or overtake their shire. He chuckled softly while he sucked his pipe, making a smoke ring that Gandalf would've been proud of.
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this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.
