[Niluial]

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one? Yes, I have played in Reclaiming the City, Resistance and Hunted. I also played in The Green Dragon Inn and The White Horse Inn.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? List them, please: I’m currently not involved in any.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES/NO: indeed, I have.
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Elwë my main character – Male Elf

NAME: Elwë

AGE: 733

RACE: Silvan Elf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: A long, smooth crossbow made from solid walnut heartwood and its arms from vented steel.

APPEARANCE: Elwë is the average height of an elf (which tends to be rather tall) with pale, fair skin. His hair is dark and straight, a few inches past his shoulders. His eyes are a pale grey with a tint of blue in them, they often remind others of clear water. His clothing consists of many whites, blues, greens and browns and are loose and flowing.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Elwë comes across as rather cold and stand-offish to those he is not close to. Many think he is unfriendly when they first meet him. He has a mysterious, quiet and secretive nature and he tends to spend a lot of time with himself. To those who are close to his heart he is loyal to and ever so kind.

Although Elwë is calm and quiet he has a free, daring and adventurous spirit and yearns for as much adventure as he can get. He has a passion for nature and loves being surrounded by remarkable scenery. Above all he loves the ocean and sailing, for sailing is a grand adventure and pure bliss.

HISTORY: Elwë grew up in Lothlórien and lived there for 578 years. He spent all his young days with Edonire his brother and Lenile his best friend. They spent every day with each other pretending to go on dangerous adventures, they would pretend to travel the seas and find priceless treasures. When Elwë reached his coming of age at 33, Edonire and Lenile decided to go on a great adventure, not a fake one but a real one! Unfortunately Elwë was forced to stay behind as his mother become terribly ill and he had to be there, by her side.

Years had passed and Edorine and Lenile never did return. Lenile had a younger sister named Andtuariel who was filled with the same adventured spirit as Lenil her brother. As the years went by Andtuariel and Elwë grew close, they were the closest friends. But at the beginning of the Forth Age Andtuariel and Elwë decided to sail with both their families to the Undying Lands. They had reached the Grey Havens when and met a wise Silvan elf by the name of Luindal. Luindal had told Elwë about the help he was doing for Celeborn; the great adventures he had been in while doing important errands and shipping the supplies. Elwë yearned to be a part of this world, to lead the life Luindal had been leading, even if it was partly the life Luindal was leading.

After much explaining to Andtuariel about how he could not face the Undying Lands with all this spirit and adventure inside of him she let Elwë stay behind, or so she planned. But later she pleaded with him to let her accompany him to all his whereabouts. And so both their families went sailing into the West but left Andtuariel and Elwë in the hands of Luindal.
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Andtuariel my carry along character – Female Elf

NAME: Andtuariel

AGE: 725

RACE: Silvan Elf

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: A small silver dagger that is slightly curved with ancient Elvish writings on its handle.

APPEARANCE: Andtuariel is tall and slender and moves with grace. Her hair is unlike many Elves, it is of browns and reds and is rather wavy. Andtuariel’s eyes are a forget me not blue and gleam with expression. Andtuariel’s lips are blood red and she often bites her bottom lip when concentrating or when nervous. And when she smiles it is only slightly curved but warms anyone’s heart. Her skin is pale but her checks are rosy.

Although she is a tom boy she loves to walk about in dresses of silk, satin and chiffon and other soft, elegant materials. One would often find her wearing whites, reds and blues.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Andtuariel is a very outspoken woman who is demanding and very strong willed. She will go out of her way to make sure she gets what she wants and at most times wont take no for an answer. Although she is strong and confidant she is very kind and has a very caring nature for all of those around her.

Many find her to be too closed off and too enigmatic for their liking, but she disagrees with them and knows it’s her stubbornness that annoys many. The more pretentious side of Andtuariel is her inquisitiveness. She loves to ask too many questions and always wants to know everything about everybody and yet hasn’t got the patience to listen or find out more.

She is very genuine and indisputable. Although she is strong she is very sweet to almost everyone. Many find her wise all though she knows she still has lots to learn as she is only the young age of 725.

HISTORY: Andtuariel lived in Lothlórien for 570 years or so. She had a rather lonely upbringing and was even lonelier when her brother disappeared when he went on an adventure and never did returned. She never did have peace in her heart for she never did know what happened to him. As time went by she became very close to her brothers best friend Elwë and through out the years they supported each other and were there for one another. Although she wasn’t as adventurous as Elwë, she still did love adventure a lot. She wished to leave Lothlórien some time and embark on a wonderful journey with Elwë.

At the beginning of the Forth Age Andtuariel and Elwë decided to sail with both their families to the Undying Lands. When they had all reached the Grey Havens Elwë decided to stay and instead join Luindal in the shipping business. Andtuariel was about to leave but couldn’t, she had no choice but to stay with him and so she did.
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Niluial's post

Elwë shuddered as the brawling, icy wind punched him with a giant fist of cold as the thunder roared and crackled above him. The prying fingers of the cold groped through the layers of woollen undergarments, forcing his cold touch upon him. He took a darting look at Andtuariel who was standing with her hands clutched on the railing of the ship and her head hanging over the edge. Her face was as white as a ghost, her lovely rosy cheeks were gone. Andtuariel's eyes that were normally filled with expression were now sad and lifeless. Elwë always knew it was a bad idea to take her with him; she missed her family greatly and was seasick permanently. He knew he should have forced her to stay but she refused to:

”I will go where I wish! I need adventure, you know how I long for adventure, how I dream to fight for good, just as much as you long for it. I may be a woman but I am strong. Please…” Andtuariel pleaded with Elwë.

“Andtuariel, I said no! You can go look after our families, I’ll be back. You could endanger yourself, be harmed then what am I to do?”

He remembered how stubborn she was the day he said she would stay behind. He couldn’t make her stay; she threatened to follow which would have been even more dangerous.

Elwë wiped the rain off his face with his bleeding hands and sighed deeply. He dragged once more at the ropes of the sails but they were too big and heavy and refused to move. He winced as the ropes bit into his flesh which caused more blood and pain. Elwë glanced at the running tide and saw a massive wave break, the water sprayed onto the deck, sending Elwë and Andtuariel to the floor and wetting all the sailors that were hard at work, pumping water and wrestling with the sails on the deck.

Elwë stood and dragged himself up from the floor with difficulty, as his clothes were drenched. He peered at the wild sea again but this time he didn't only see mist and lightening but something else. Elwë squinted and sighed miserably, “I was hoping they wouldn’t be here so soon.”

Andtuariel peered at the ship in the distance in wonder, “who is it?” she paused while studying the black sailed dromonds with a puzzled expression on her face, she clutched onto the rails of the ship, "Its not the C.. Cor...?" Andtuariel stuttered.

“Of course it is the ship of the corsairs!” Elwë snapped. “We were expecting them, didn't you know? You can be so naïve and to think you have spent so much time on a ship and have read so much! We are here to keep the Corsairs from getting the Palantíri!” he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

He glanced at their bobbing ship once again in wonder and curiosity. Deep down he was awed by the corsairs, amazed at their will and perseverance, all for the Palantiri. They had left their Southern Climate, into the cold to search for the stones. Even with this wonder for them, he knew that they were dangerous, that they would not hesitate to kill them all.