Lord of the rings

Black fire: *growls at the small canine*

Arodor: *smiles*

Llaela: *suddenly looks alert and searches the tree line*

Dùon: *looks at the tree line and makes a light gurgling sound*
Shade: Looks like he made a friend! *looks to the forest, waiting*
Faron: *eyes Llaela* The friend of a friend perhaps?

((Friend is questionable... More like offended/majestic creature))

*the sweet musky smell in the air intensifies.. suddenly a huge snow white buck rushes from the trees shorting and bellowing he tosses his huge head and stomps the ground snorting, his body shivering with excitement and rage... His piercing black eyes seem to peer into their souls and he lifts his head and bellows a loud low call. The magnificent beast's eyes flash at the warg and the fox and it looks as if about to charge*

Anweth stares in awe of the beautiful creature

Shade: *speaks softly in elvish Translation:* "Peace, friend. We are in pursuit of balance as you are, what has angered you?"

Name: Raelkea ((most call kea))
Looks: pic soon
Race: wood elf
Home city: (an actual lord of the rings city. It will need to align with your race) idk the wood elves cities...;-; the one in the the hobbit where the dwarves are taken captive.
Age: 160
Personality: very noble, is never dishonerable, respects life as a whole
Gender: female
Other: horse's name is Stael and is male, also has a grey wolf companion named Frewa and is female, most animals hang around her

((Finally))

((That would be mirkwood, she could be from lothlorien? She'd know Faron and shade if she was from Mirkwood))

((And she would call Shade "Tindómerel"))

((Accepted))
Hircum: *the deer.. Snorts and shakes his head violently... The wind suddenly whips around him and the sound of the wind forms wispy eleven words* (translation: they come as death and feed on our flesh.. The blood flows on the earth without need... The daemon spawn dared to cross my lands and this creature of death remains! I bring death to those of death! I am the dark light that consumes the putrid stench of evil!) *as the wind whispers his angry words his rack seems to become crimson with dripping blood... Then the wind fades, the color disappears and he stands; his eyes piercing and unnerving*

Black fire: *whimpers and shys away hiding behind Arodor*

Arodor: *shivers at the sudden frigidness of the air*

Llaela: *starts to step towards the beautiful huge powerful and raging creature.*

Dùon: *whimpers*

((Is Faron going to just let llaela walk up to that creature?))

((Oops lol))
Faron: Llaela wait! *he runs up beside her, placing himself between her and the raging creature, he talks to her* This is too dangerous

Tùron stands to the side. He has his men ready to fire their arrows into the buck if need be, but he waits.

Llaela: *remains calm and gently with authority whispers* let go Faron... I will not see your death this day..*her eyes show a placid strength she closes her eyes and steps past him. she speaks her voice whispy and detached* (translation: the death is beyond. These daemon spawn have become a sacred fire that will destroy the darkness from whence they came. Come with us to avenge your lands.. Take from them the price of innocent blood.. *she bows low and waits*

Faron: *watches her, his hand on his bow, his eyes look hopeless*

((Mirkwood then.))

((So instead of "Shade" she'd call my character "Tindómerel"))

Hircum: *finally his eyes soften and he lowers his head briefly and then steps forward inches from llaela*

Llaela: *stands and smiles (the buck's nose is inch or two above her head)*

Hircum: *he steps forward and hugs her with his neck.. The wind whispers* (translation: it has been a long time my friend)

Arodor: *stares in utter shock*

Faron: *stares, dumbfounded and impressed*

Llaela: *steps back* this is hircum. He is a guardian of this forest.

Hircum: *bows... The chill seems to lift from the surrounding air* it is an honor to meet associates of llaela.

Faron: *bows low to the ground and speaks in elvish* the honor is ours
Shade: *bows*
((Lol so all of our characters speak elvish except for milrid, as far as i know))

((Only when the wind speaks for him does he speak elvish))

Hircum: *bows* the daemon spawn has entered the mountains... We must make haste... *stands tall and the wind again whistles around him.. He turns and begins trotting towards the mountains..*

Llaela: we should continue on then.. *turns and without hesitation begins sprinting*

Arodor: *looks at Faron* you don't see that very often..

Faron: *his eyes stay glued to Llaela* Indeed not

Tùron has orderd his men to stand down. They make their way into the forest.