Lord of the rings 2

Llaela: *nuzzles against him* I know what I would prefer as well but you are the one forced to carry me.. *her eyes betray the fact that if possible she would stay in his arms or by his side until the world's end*

Faron: *smiles* I think we have come to an agreement then *his eyes are tender as he gazes down at her and walks softly, his arms gently tighten around her*

((Quickly give me a brief update on what's happened))

((W are just starting to trek over the misty mountains, and there is a newcomer who is Faron's student, other than that, not much.))

((Oh and Faron needs some competition for llaela))

((Ok thanks. Only I think I should just let my characters get killed or something cause they're not doing much, and Tùron is never going to have a chance unless he gets an opportunity to save her from a horrible death or something like that, he's not good with wooing the ladies, if you couldn't tell))

((Don't make them die! Just have them come back ))

((Make them come back!))

Llaela: *smiles and closes her eyes with her head leaning on his chest... She listens to the sound of footsteps and of snow falling as well as the sound of his heart...*

Tùron watches Faron and Llaela with sadness in his eyes. Then he turns and shakes himself of the idea that he could ever win her heart. He motions for his men to go ahead.

Faron: *has a strong, steady heart beat*

((Ok I'm gonna say that Anweth has been traveling out of sight of the group. She needed some alone time, but has been traveling with them.))

((It would make more sense if she left temporarily, because we needed a healer for awhile but didnt have one))

((Yeah, she left before the fight and caught up and has been tailing them))

((That works))

Llaela: *the sound is soothing,... As the temperature falls her breath becomes visible in the air*

Arodor: *concentrates more on the trail*

 
Name: Hùrion
Looks: brown hair, blue eyes, tall, lean build
Race: elf
Home city: Lothlorien
Age: 200
Personality: clever, witty, funny, charismatic, good humored, can be serious when he needs to be
Gender: Male
Other: is skilled beyond belief with a bow

((So young! A cutie! Haha))

((Accepted... You forgot parenthesis tho...))

((Yay! Oh well))

Hircum: *nostrils quiver* I believe there is a new scent... But the snow masks it too well... Even my nose cannot discern it..

Faron: *listens to the surroundings, slightly tensing his grip on Llaela protectively*

((We await raven's return or arrival of either one or both absentees))

Anweth watches the group from behind the trees. She decides to join them again and walks forward so they can see her.

Llaela: *smiles* hello there anweth!

"Hello, how is everyone? Forgive me for my absence, I... well, I had to do something." She stops suddenly, then turns, drawing her swords at the same time. A tall elf walks forward from the trees. He stops and smiles teasingly at Anweth. "Forgive me if I startled you m'lady." Anweth lowers her swords. "Hùrion!"