Lord of the Rings Roleplay

That name generator makes all the names sound Elvish! I'll have to think of something else. Any suggestions?

Your profile is great! Good job! Which name generator do you use? And I'm not sure if this helps, but most of the names in lotr sound like that, even the human's, Eoywn, Aragorn, etc. I wouldn't worry about it. But if you absolutely want to change it, maybe to Krystel but goes by Krys when she's posing?

[side note: Where is this forest? It would be helpful to know.]

Greenwood forest is what Mirkwood was called before the rise of Sauron in the books and films. If you need a map, you could look here: http://mume.org/wiki/images/5/59/Middle-earth.png

Hm. You said, though, that this story is to be set "about during the Hobbit." Wasn't it called Mirkwood in the Hobbit?

Turner slipped silently through the trees to get a better view of the strange conversation. What was going on? Something about this was very unsettling.

After Wandering through caves comes out into a woods and senses that it is not long since a man has past. Its dangerous in the woods but if he is hunting and gets food… kill and take it.
[Ooc: btw this character is kill-able if you see fit]

[side note: Where is this forest? It would be helpful to know.]

Greenwood forest is what Mirkwood was called before the rise of Sauron in the books and films. If you need a map, you could look here: http://mume.org/wiki/images/5/59/Middle-earth.png

Hm. You said, though, that this story is to be set "about during the Hobbit." Wasn't it called Mirkwood in the Hobbit?

Wow, This stupmed me for quite a while, I just looked it up on a lotr wiki however, and this is what I found:

Mirkwood is referred to by Radagast and Gandalf in The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey as the Greenwood, with Gandalf mentioning to the White Council that the woodsmen there only recently started calling it Mirkwood because of the sickness that had fallen over it.

So, from that, I suppose that you could call it whichever strikes your fancy. Although, since the elves are so long lived, I think they would just see this blight as a fleeting season of death, so I'll have Twilr refer to it as Greenwod for some time yet.
Great question!

Okay. I don't think I'd ever heard that before; thanks. :)

Anyway, I think it's your turn about now. ;)

I am an elf-child, of course! And the reason I'm here is that I walked here.

It's diction is not like any I've ever heard
Are you lost young one?
Then, Twilr turned her head slightly and heard breathing behind the child farther back in the forest. You! she called threateningly Come out from your hiding!

In reply to SavedbyGrace

Turner grimaced. He'd tried to use the tactics he had learned to avoid detection by the Elves, but the wearying journey behind him had caused him to let just one sharp inhale pass his lips; and she had heard it.

Which shall I choose? Remain silent, and hope she does not pursue the matter further? Or risk the unpredictable, possibly wrathful, response of a she-Elf to being spied upon? And if I remain silent and she *does* discover me, what will happen then? Better perhaps to suffer the lesser wrath; and probably I can assuage her by accounting to her my worthy mission. Furthermore, I am curious to discover the nature of this strange Elf-child for myself.

Following this reflection Turner determined to reveal himself to the Elf. With his most charming smile (which, in honesty, appeared somewhat more like a grimace), he stepped from behind a tree and advanced toward the Elves with his hands in the air.

Fear me not, most honorable Elves! I mean you no ill will. I traverse these parts on a mission, and only happened to overhear your conversation. Please pardon a humble passerby.

Twilr raised an eyebrow and slightly lowered her bow. Why Turner! I heard rumors that you had come to our realm. How goes it with you?

I fare well, m'lady. How came you to know of me? I fear I do not recall you as one with whom I have dealt before, yet you readily recognize me.

((I love how you have him talking!! I wish I could write like that:D))

Twilr smiled and lowered her bow completely. Tales of your exploits have travelled farther than you know great huntsman! The elven children are told stories of your travels by night and your songs are lofted high on the breeze during our festivals and your presence is much desired by the noble families! Come, Tell me you have heard of this!

Turner became immediately wary.

Is she attempting for some reason to flatter me? Never have I heard that I possess such renown among the Elf-folk; I did not think it possible. Yet I know that it is not the way of the Elves to beguile by excessive praise, and I see not a reason why this one would do such a thing anyway. Perhaps I should continue to play along, regardless of whether what she says is true.

I am deeply humbled by this knowledge, fair maiden. I can tell you in honesty that I was not aware of my fame among your people. Now please pardon my intrusion; I will be on my way shortly. Yet I should like to know two things: what is your name, and that of this your young companion?

(And I thought this might get somewhere… :P)

*Turner became immediately wary.* _Is she attempting for some reason to flatter me? Never have I heard that I possess such renown among the Elf-folk; I did not think it possible. Yet I know that it is not the way of the Elves to beguile by excessive praise, and I see not a reason why this one would do such a thing anyway. Perhaps I should continue to play along, regardless of whether what she says is true._ I am deeply humbled by this knowledge, fair maiden. I can tell you in honesty that I was not aware of my fame among your people. Now please pardon my intrusion; I will be on my way shortly. Yet I should like to know two things: what is your name, and that of this your young companion?

((So sorry I haven't been doing anything during Christmas break. I've been spending a lot of time with the family, Just hanging out. I'm back now! I didn't die!))

Twilr paused, Which of her names should she give the man? the one by which the rangers knew her? Her name among the Roharrim? Or simply her elven title? How did these humans introduce themselves? The pause was becoming noticeable now. My name among your kind, at least those of you who are rangers, is Night Slayer. And as for the child, I know him not, nor whence he has come.

((So sorry I haven't been doing anything during Christmas break. I've been spending a lot of time with the family, Just hanging out. I'm back now! I didn't die!)) *Twilr paused, Which of her names should she give the man? the one by which the rangers knew her? Her name among the Roharrim? Or simply her elven title? How did these humans introduce themselves? The pause was becoming noticeable now.* My name among your kind, at least those of you who are rangers, is Night Slayer. And as for the child, I know her not, nor whence she has come.

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Night Slayer. And you, young one?

((LOL, this whole time I'd been picturing his character as a little boy. Oh well. :P))

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Night Slayer. And you, young one?

((LOL, this whole time I'd been picturing his character as a little boy. Oh well. :P))

I am a little boy!

My name is, uhh, how about… Ishi!

Though not perfectly versed in the languages of the Elves, Turner was struck by the uniqueness of the child's name. He had never heard of an Elf–nor any Man or Dwarf, in fact–with such a name.

I am honored to meet you as well, Ishi. Now I must be on my way; farewell to the both of you.

Goodbye!

Turner moved away from the two Elves, a little annoyed at the interruption yet feeling as though he had somehow missed something. That child–there was something not right about him. His name, voice, and mannerisms, and his being so far from any Elven territory–something he was sure should not be the case with one so young–all pointed to something other than what appeared.

But no matter; I have a task to complete. Let the she-Elf handle the child, if something needs handling. I must find the rest of that Balrog's trail. It has to be here somewhere.

Somebody had better figure out who I am soon or else this will start getting monotonous.

((I don't think anyone will figure it out until you reveal it. ;) I've been waiting for you to turn back into the Balrog before I wander too far off and Twilr is left to fight you herself. :P))

I suppose that would make the most sense.

You elves and humans are so boring! I'm bored! And this vulnerable body is freaking me out! The Balrog changes back to his usual form and waits for the elf's reaction.

((I'll wait for Twilr on this one. :) ))

((That's what I was thinking.))

((Sorry I haven't commented sooner.))

A slight shift from morcal was the only sign before three arrows sprouted themselves from the Balrog's face. Twilr showed no sign of movement, her bow stayed where it had been when the lone hunter arrived, there was no indication that she was the one who had fired. Yet the hunter had not either! She but simply sat there, mounted silently on morcal's back. If you are quite finished with your display of histrionics, I would thank you to cease burning our forest. She said in a somewhat patronizing and bored tone that the elves seemed to favor.

((Sorry to slow the progress of the story, but… I'm having difficulty understanding what just happened. :P Did you shoot him, or did someone else, and how?))

This looks interesting. I might join in. (Is it weird that I thought of a character, backstory and all, within thirty seconds of reading this? :P)

This looks interesting. I might join in. (Is it weird that I thought of a character, backstory and all, within thirty seconds of reading this? :P)

((Not at all weird! You're welcome to join in! Just post your profile and get started!

((Sorry to slow the progress of the story, but... I'm having difficulty understanding what just happened. :P Did you shoot him, or did someone else, and how?))

((Just play the confusion in on your character, he could amount it into elven speed, and I really did shoot him, or there could be an elven legion hidden in the woods and they were also looking for the Balrog. Of course he would've had no way of knowing the second option, so i'm not sure how you could play that one. So just have him assume that Twilr did shoot the Balrog and that she's very quick, even for an elf i guess.))

Name: Galaril

Nickname: None

Age: Unknown

Race: Elf

Family: Unknown

Birthday: Unknown

Personality: Quiet with strangers and acquaintances, but more talkative with friends. A little bit of a trickster. Very sneaky, and usually has a smile on his face.

Biography: Originally from Rivendell, Galaril wanted a more exciting life and so went traveling through Middle Earth. He can only be found if he wants you to find him. A very skilled fighter, he will always help his allies if he is able.

Likes: Exploring, the outdoors, trailing people without them knowing it.

Dislikes: Bullies, enclosed spaces, being found (Has only happened once by Galadriel when he was trying to get through Lothlorien unseen.)

Appearance:
Hair: Black
Eyes: Turqoise
Skin: Olive
Clothes: A black and green cloaks with black pants.

Weapons: Bow and arrows and two daggers

Magic item: His two daggers will return to his hands upon his command.

Pet: A small tiger like cat, named Saber, that is even more sneaky than him.

Powers: Has the uncanny, and involuntary, power of disappearing at any time (e.g. in the middle of a battle, a chase, or when nothing important is really going on.)

Strengths: Can move more silently than any other elf. Amazing accuracy with bow and daggers, speedy over short distances

Weaknesses: His power is unavoidable unfortunately. Can be a little cocky. Can be narrow-minded.

Speed: 9/10

Stamina: 4/10

Strength: 7/10

Accuracy: 10/10

Kindness: 7/10

Bravery: 8/10

Stubborness: 7/10

Wisdom: 6/10

Knowledge: 8/10

Memory: 8/10

Charm: 5/10

Friends: A lot, but he doesn't see them very often.

This is great! Good job!
Did you want to join our current engagement or find trouble of your own somewhere else in middle earth?

(I find only having one conflict at a time is ideal, so I'll make myself fit in somewhere. ;))

Galaril raised an eyebrow as he observed the scene from a tree branch forty feet above Twilr She's good. I might not have to help her after all he thought as he stood motionless in the tree

I think that I finally have time to join in! But where?

(Find an opening and snatch it! :P)

((I see. I didn't realize the action was supposed to be confusing. It just seemed that you knew what was going on, and I thought I was supposed to as well. Sorry. :P))

At the child's words, Turner realizes immediately what is happening and begins running back toward the place where he'd had the strange conversation just moments ago.

Fool! I should have seen it. That is why the Balrog's trail disappeared so suddenly, and why there seemed to be something wrong about the Elf-child.

Turner watches as the terrible transformation occurs, and is taken aback by the enormity of the fiery creature that appears before him. Momentarily he stops in his tracks and reconsiders. Could he truly match this powerful, ancient creature in combat? The stories utterly failed to prepare him for this fearsome beast ahead.

Challenging this monster may well be the last thing I do. Am I prepared to finally face my fate and die in glory?

But the question was not so much a question as a reminder to himself–Turner knew what he must do. He had faced death before and come forth victorious; and if Eru willed, he would do it again. Yet just as he moved forward to meet his foe, three arrows simultaneously emerged from the Balrog's face.

I've had a character "mentally created" for a while now, and decided I should probably write her down at some point. xD

Name (required): Primrose Finnagund

Nickname: Rose

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race (required): Hobbit

Family: TBD

Birthday: April 27

Personality (required): Gentle, kind, and soft-spoken. It can take a while to earn her full trust, but she is willing to do anything to help and protect her closest friends.

Biography: TBD

Likes: Helping others, music, being appreciated.

Dislikes: Large crowds, people who seek to harm others.

Appearance (required):
Hair: Blonde and curly; reaches about halfway down her back.
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Tan
Clothes: Yellow blouse, green skirt, white apron.

Weapon(s): Keeps a small dagger on her person, but only uses it for self-defense,

Magic item (optional): None

Pet(s) (optional): Chicken named Eliora. Primrose adopted Eliora as a chick from a neighboring family, and keeps her as a laying hen.

Powers (optional): None

Strengths: Gentle, caring, and a loyal friend.

Weaknesses: Lacks fighting skills due to inexperience. Can be very shy around strangers.

Skills:

Speed- 5/10

Stamina- 4/10

Strength- 4/10

Accuracy- 3/10

Kindness- 9/10

Bravery- 6/10

Stubbornness- 2/10

Wisdom- 7/10

Knowledge- /10

Memory- 8/10

Charm- 7/10

Friends: TBD

Romantic interest (optional): None

((I see. I didn't realize the action was supposed to be confusing. It just seemed that you knew what was going on, and I thought I was supposed to as well. Sorry. :P)) *At the child's words, Turner realizes immediately what is happening and begins running back toward the place where he'd had the strange conversation just moments ago.* _Fool! I should have seen it. That is why the Balrog's trail disappeared so suddenly, and why there seemed to be something wrong about the Elf-child._ *Turner watches as the terrible transformation occurs, and is taken aback by the enormity of the fiery creature that appears before him. Momentarily he stops in his tracks and reconsiders. Could he truly match this powerful, ancient creature in combat? The stories utterly failed to prepare him for this fearsome beast ahead.* _Challenging this monster may well be the last thing I do. Am I prepared to finally face my fate and die in glory?_ *But the question was not so much a question as a reminder to himself--Turner knew what he must do. He had faced death before and come forth victorious; and if Eru willed, he would do it again. Yet just as he moved forward to meet his foe, three arrows simultaneously emerged from the Balrog's face.*

((:) It's all good! Sorry i wasn't more clear about what was going on! I thnk we should quote the last person when we reply. Then we can see the long chain of story. What do you think? I'll comment soon, I have a class to attend.))

((I see. I didn't realize the action was supposed to be confusing. It just seemed that you knew what was going on, and I thought I was supposed to as well. Sorry. :P)) *At the child's words, Turner realizes immediately what is happening and begins running back toward the place where he'd had the strange conversation just moments ago.* _Fool! I should have seen it. That is why the Balrog's trail disappeared so suddenly, and why there seemed to be something wrong about the Elf-child._ *Turner watches as the terrible transformation occurs, and is taken aback by the enormity of the fiery creature that appears before him. Momentarily he stops in his tracks and reconsiders. Could he truly match this powerful, ancient creature in combat? The stories utterly failed to prepare him for this fearsome beast ahead.* _Challenging this monster may well be the last thing I do. Am I prepared to finally face my fate and die in glory?_ *But the question was not so much a question as a reminder to himself--Turner knew what he must do. He had faced death before and come forth victorious; and if Eru willed, he would do it again. Yet just as he moved forward to meet his foe, three arrows simultaneously emerged from the Balrog's face.*

Galaril glances down to see Turner Ah the old man returns. Now he'll probably need my help

((I see. I didn't realize the action was supposed to be confusing. It just seemed that you knew what was going on, and I thought I was supposed to as well. Sorry. :P)) At the child's words, Turner realizes immediately what is happening and begins running back toward the place where he'd had the strange conversation just moments ago. Fool! I should have seen it. That is why the Balrog's trail disappeared so suddenly, and why there seemed to be something wrong about the Elf-child. Turner watches as the terrible transformation occurs, and is taken aback by the enormity of the fiery creature that appears before him. Momentarily he stops in his tracks and reconsiders. Could he truly match this powerful, ancient creature in combat? The stories utterly failed to prepare him for this fearsome beast ahead. Challenging this monster may well be the last thing I do. Am I prepared to finally face my fate and die in glory? But the question was not so much a question as a reminder to himself—Turner knew what he must do. He had faced death before and come forth victorious; and if Eru willed, he would do it again. Yet just as he moved forward to meet his foe, three arrows simultaneously emerged from the Balrog's face.

((:) It's all good! Sorry i wasn't more clear about what was going on! I thnk we should quote the last person when we reply. Then we can see the long chain of story. What do you think? I'll comment soon, I have a class to attend.))

*Galaril glances down to see Turner* _Ah the old man returns. Now he'll probably need my help_

((Actually, I think i'll wait for Mr. grumpy Balrog to answer before I do anything.))

If you want to, you can take my character. I'm a little busy right now, so I'm not able to post on this forum much, which doesn't work out well since I'm currently the main antagonist.

((Sorry I haven't commented sooner.)) *A slight shift from morcal was the only sign before three arrows sprouted themselves from the Balrog's face. Twilr showed no sign of movement, her bow stayed where it had been when the lone hunter arrived, there was no indication that she was the one who had fired. Yet the hunter had not either! She but simply sat there, mounted silently on morcal's back.* If you are quite finished with your display of histrionics, I would thank you to cease burning our forest. *She said in a somewhat patronizing and bored tone that the elves seemed to favor.*

Arrows in my face? What?! I didn't even know arrows could pierce my face! I'll give that elf histri… histro… whatever! With a roar, the balrog wreaths himself in flames, smothering the surrounding forest in a wall of fire.

((Great profile! However, I thought you might like to know something about Hobbits that might come in handy. If I remember correctly, the books say that Hobbits generally have very precise throwing/shooting skills; they're naturals at hitting targets. That may or may not be useful to your character later in the story, but I thought you'd like to know. Might want to bump up your "Accuracy" rating a bit, if you want. ;D))

*Galaril glances down to see Turner* _Ah the old man returns. Now he'll probably need my help_

((Old man?? :P My profile says I'm fiftyish, and you're untold hundreds of years old! :P))

((Sorry I haven't commented sooner.)) *A slight shift from morcal was the only sign before three arrows sprouted themselves from the Balrog's face. Twilr showed no sign of movement, her bow stayed where it had been when the lone hunter arrived, there was no indication that she was the one who had fired. Yet the hunter had not either! She but simply sat there, mounted silently on morcal's back.* If you are quite finished with your display of histrionics, I would thank you to cease burning our forest. *She said in a somewhat patronizing and bored tone that the elves seemed to favor.*

_Arrows in my face? What?! I didn't even know arrows could pierce my face! I'll give that elf histri... histro... whatever!_ *With a roar, the balrog wreaths himself in flames, smothering the surrounding forest in a wall of fire.*

((@Twilr–I think that idea could be a good one; it could help us catch up on the story quickly if we've forgotten anything. Unfortunately it'll also take up a lot of space, but maybe we can overlook that. :P))

Before Turner can form any clear thought regarding the appearance of the arrows that had caused him to stop short once more, he becomes an awestruck witness of an incredible show of power, watching the Balrog ignite all the surrounding trees in a single moment. He is suddenly unable to see the she-Elf, Night Slayer, through the flames, and his remote sense of chivalry is awakened. With renewed boldness and charged emotion, he rushes with a yell toward the monster. The fight has ceased to be a battle for glory and fame; it has become a rescue mission.

((Thought some drama might make this more interesting. :P))

Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.

*Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.*

(SBG- I still would look younger than you. :P)

Suddenly a dagger buries itself into the now human Balrog's chest and then retracts and floats through the air back to Galaril's hand You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places.