The Lord of the Rings: The Second Fellowship

It is a dark time. Elrond Half-Elven has learned grave news - Gandalf the Grey has perished, and the first Fellowship of the Ring has been shattered. The Ringbearer has disappeared, and the surviving members of the Fellowship have traveled to human lands. Sauron masses his army in Morder, and creatures of all kinds - allied by their wicked ways - roam the county side.

Yet even more darkness has fallen across the land - rumors of a new Dragon have spread. Named Alaurung, he has descended from the North Wastes. Determined to spread chaos and fear, Alaurung has set forth on a bloody and fiery warpath, burning all those who dare to oppose him. First to go were the Men of Esgaroth - those who slew Smaug. Now, Alaurung has learned that a great treasure is being carried by a miniscule creature called a 'hobbit' - and he will do anything to find it.

In light of all this, Elrond has decided to send out a call - men, elves, and dwarves have been asked to come together. Alaurung must be defeated, Frodo must be found, and Sauron's forces must be defeated. This shall be the forging of the Second Fellowship - and the fate of Middle Earth lies in their hands.

This is a story long forgotten in the History of Middle Earth. Many a tale and poem is dedicated to the First Fellowship - the steadfast hobbits, the gallantry of Aragorn and Boromir, the grace of Legolas, the power of Gimli, and the mysticism of Gandalf - but no voice cries out in praise of the Second Fellowship. Their mission, while just as important as the First's, was never chronicled.

This is your story. Are you a human, raised in the Lands of Gondor or Rohan? Or perhaps an Elf, born and raised in the majestic havens of Lothlorien and Rivendell; or were you taught to hunt and fight in the depths of Mirkwood? Or are you of Durin's people - a dwarven adventurer who has set out from Erebor or Ered Luin?

Please post the following information:

Name:
Race:
Description:
Personality:
Combat style (are you a sword and shield wielder, or more of an archer?)
History:
Anything e;e you'd like yo add, feel free!

One restriction - no Istari (wizards)! Sorry, but that's toeing the line at godmodding.

I am also quite the discerning DM. I'm open to ideas, but my decisions are final unless you can really drum up a good argument.

Accepted:
Lellime Half-Elven
Anawyn Therill

Name:
Lellime

Race:
A Low Born Half-Elf

Age:
Around 740 years old

Gender:
Feminine

Originating town and current nationality:
Lothlorien, but tries to forget that, and has lived the vast majority of her life in Dol Amroth.

Appearance:

Lellime's hair is very red for an elf, and her face has all the refinement of a highborn. Her skin is of the same light hue of the elves of Lorien. Her eyes are a somewhat off-putting gray, and the whites are particularly pearly and shine like starlight. She dresses always in a series of gowns hung at her shoulders that elegantly opens wider at her elbows and knees, and it is usually within a range of faint orange to very light pink, never the pure white one associates with Lothlorien. She sometimes wears a more plain gown of a very deep maroon, almost brown in color. When traveling, over this she wears a swooping midnight blue cloak, with silver embroidery in tengwar. She wears the pearl brooch of Galadriel, which was the only thing given to her by the Lady of Light, and although it holds no power, she cherishes it as though it were the Storm Queen's own Nenya.

Over even that cloak, she often wears a cloak made from the flag of Rohan. The white horse and green decoration with the sun design are against an infinitely soft sheet. This cloak is too long to be worn anywhere but on horseback, but it is an item of mystery, being perfectly warm and soft as well as strong and without tear, to her, at least.

Despite her rebellious nature, she doesn't do a good job of NOT looking elven. She has no weapons to speak of, though at her waist is kept a variety of money bags, small vials, and a flask or two. When riding a horse, she keeps a messenger bag which works also as a saddle bag, full of whatever provisions she needs, it is an example of her fine leather working, being soft, but resilient, and beautiful to boot.

Personality: Lellime should consider herself blessed. She is one of a select group, a half-elf. Yet, the four half-elven unions before her had been between high born citizens, people of greatness and power. Her parents were not. This, along with quite a bit of abuse, has left her emotionally ruined.

Lellime is quite the tomboy, having no taste for anything fitting for a feminine elf. When asked to dance, or even worse, sing, she would sooner dance on the grave of he who requested, and sing his eulogy. She is fond only of people who prove themselves, and above all else, hates those who think they know anything. One could call her existentialist. She finds the world to be mad and unorganized, and chooses to see only the flaws of elves, and the advancements of man. She is quick to trust a man, quicker to love a dwarf, and quicker still to hate an elf. She has long believed that the elves need to question their surroundings, and not accept nature as the only limit of the world, for she feels that Illuvitar, if he really exists, put a greater power in humanity than he ever did in nature.

Her fascinations had her exiled from Lothlorien by Celeborn when he still dwelled there, and even Galadriel frowned on her, that frown has haunted her since. She has the elven grace, the elven face, but a heart that is distinctly human.

History:
Her mother was Elthoth Amon an elf, but certainly not a lady, who was a handmaiden to Galadriel. She had a similar fascination with humanity, and what Galadriel called a "fell soul" She broke every standard set for an elf, and being a handmaiden was a punishment, for no one would ever cross Galadriel. If she died is not known, even to Lellime, because she simply saw her mother at her favorite pool of water, and never again. Lellime's mother was promiscuous, which was a trait that no other elf until then had ever possessed. It horrified her friends and family, Elthoth's own mother went to the west, overcome with grief over a daughter who had so many flaws, and Galadriel looked on her with disdain, but did give her the brooch off of her own robes to show that one day she could be pure like the Lady of Light again.

Her father was Meornin Denath a Man of Rohan, as huge, beautiful, and glorious as the horse which carried him. He was the epitome of a foolish human, falling for an elf for her beauty, and shocked when she so willingly gave herself to him. It turns out he was Elthoth's second lover, and not her last, he knew not of the promiscuity, and would ride miles to see her, lay with her, and leave. When she presented a child to him, he wanted to stay with her, but she was intent on killing the child, this horror lead to a fight between them, and he left, never able to directly raise his daughter.

Lellime grew up in the care of Galadriel, she knew who her mother was, but it was explained to her that she should never be like her. They all expected the best of Lellime, who seemed a lovely young girl to come from such a lowly seed, if not a bit human in her desire for adventure. Soon it was obvious, she was her father's child, when first she rode a horse it was so natural to her that she could maneuver better than many who trained for centuries.

She never excelled at much more. Her poetry was poor, though she was taught both Sindarin and Quenya, she was forbidden from learning the common language. She learned it from her mother's various lovers. One day, however, the elves could not take Elthoth's promiscuity, and she went to a pool, and was never seen again.

That was the day Lellime took her mother's belongings and left, only about 20 years old (an infant to elves). Her father (who often rode in circles around Lorien, hoping to find his lover) left her his horse, and a banner of Rohan which she used as a cloak, with Galadriel's own brooch to hold it.

Her wanderings (during a dark time) soon had her moving for most of her life across Arnor, to the Grey Havens. She stayed there for all of three days, where she received a gift from her mother, sent to her posthumously. It was the recipe for Miruvor. From then on, her life lacked anything of interest, she carefully moved farther and farther south, avoiding conflict and riding swiftly, and when the war was finally over, she settled in Dol-Amroth, though everyone thought her a lovely elf lady, she was proud to say she was halfelven.

To many she is considered a myth. Even a story told to young elves warning them against being flawed like humans. So unelven an elf has 'ere been found. She has spent her days in longing, leaving the forest sparingly, and trying to practice her leatherworking, if only to put bread on the table. Whenever she tries to talk to Dwarves, she talks herself out of it from fear that they will reject her, even though she finds them fascinatingly wonderful. Her filthy living conditions are another strike against her elven character.

For being born in turbulent times, she has chosen to forget much of her life before, and if she could choose, she would want to be an elf. It's always the cobbler's children that go barefoot, and even if Galadriel had offered Lellime her place, she still would have denied it. Yet, Lellime is obviously weak and fears death, or else she would have chosen a mortal life.

Like any of the half-elven pairs, the people involved all have "Strange Fates" and Lellime is not free from that. Through the social taboo which was her creation, and the lifestyle many would die for, and she puts down, she would have to face many a peril.

Skills, talents and mental/physical abilities: Able to speak with horses more fluently than any other elf. While many elves can give demands in elvish, which horses respond to more efficiently, she can understand them far more. It isn't like mind reading, they do not know words, they know ideas, emotions, and she has a connection with them. She can make the laziest of work horses move faster, and drive on true riding horses with skill. She refuses to have a horse brought to her, she will find the horse herself. She knows that somewhere, her father's horse has a lineage, and one day wishes to find that line of husbandry.

Beyond her connection to horses, and thus her skill at horse riding, she's not true with a bow, and her swordmanship is mediocre at best. Her (relatively poor) horseback archery would be he best combat aspect. Her ability to make Miruvor (an mythical invigorating mead drink) would be helpful, but it takes so long to make, and she cannot make it with as much skill as a true elf, so it is of less than wondrous use.

She can work with leather quite well, and cook meat well, but she has never been that great a huntress.

*Claps excitedly* Wonderful!

Name: Asleif Son or Eragor.
Gender: Male.
Age: 38

Race: Human (Dunedain)

Appearance: http://www.bornofhope.com/danny%20small.JPG - With Dunedain Sword, and Bow.

Skills: Amazing sword play skills. Very advanced bow skills. And has been very well trianed in husbandry.

Personality: Asleif is a go with the flow style person. He is very relaxes, and loves a good laugh. He can get along with almost anyone, and makes friends very fast. However when he has a job to do. That attitube dissolves into somethig that cannot really be described, and pity anyone who attempts to roadblock his goals. Asleif is also very loyal. Back in the north. His best friend had encounter with two wild wargs. Asleif took up a wooden stave, protecting him until other rangers arrived. this is one of many examples..

Background: Asleif was born to two rangers in the north. His father Aragor was a very respected ranger that was always away, which led to Asleif mainly being raised by his mother. However this did not hinder him. Quite the opposite. He embraced it. Which allowed him to concentrate on his training. Speaking of his training. Asleif was trained by his fathers best friend, and mentor. The elf Selthir. Selthir was a very advanced sword fight, and marksman. As a matter of fact, he had commanded elven troops during the time the witch king had control over angmar. This experiance proved very valueable for Asleif. He learned quickly, and efficiently. He soon out performed even Selthir himself. The ranger commander saw Asleif achivements, and rewarded him with his first mission.

Asleif has been sent to Rivendell to attend Elronds council. Asleif embraced the mission with a fierce determination that is frightening to waylay.

Other: Very good stealth tactics. Able to blend into any enviroment with ease. His friends jokingly call him "The Shade."

Seems interesting. I'll put in a character more unique but still fitting to the whole thing...

He's kinda Samurai-ish

Name:
Toshiro Mushashi

Race:
Human

Age:
38

Gender:
Male

Origins:
A City of great honor, known to some as Tokugoro.

Combat Style:
Wields a Katana Blade, and a shorter Wakizashi blade. In other words, he's a swordsman. Also very good in martial arts.

Appearance:

Toshiro rarely wears any armor. He wears robes. His robes are a blue color as blue is the color of water and he finds it very peaceful. His sash holds both his blades, and a small pack carries things like tea herbs, knives, and other survival equipment. He wears straw sandals. He wears a long blue scarf he's had his whole life.

Toshiro's head is shaved, but his hair is black. His eyes are a very dark blue and he has no facial hair. He stands at about 6'4'' and weighs about 160.

Personality:

Toshiro is a man of honor and respect. He looks to peace most of the time. When around him, he may be deep in meditation, and does not like to be disturbed. His touch with nature in his town is unlike any normal human connection.

In combat, Toshiro is also unlike other men. Toshiro is one of the deadliest warriors around. Toshiro's ways of combat are some of the most honorable around...

History:

Toshiro grew up in the ways of bushido his whole life. Though not the highest rank of Tokugoro's army, he is respected by each soldier. Originally he was not called into Rivindell for the original meeting of the Ring of Power, but after the first fellowship's split, he was called.

At first he thought of rejecting it, claiming it was not his matter, however the emperor of his city persuaded him, that if things weren't done, they could find themselves in a war they would not win. So Toshiro set out to Rivindell.

He is there currently...


(Hope this is all kool with you)

SamuraiMaster,

I think we can fit him in. Middle Earth has several lands surrounding it - to the South lies Harad, where the Haradrim come from. East of Harad, however, is a land that Tolkien named Khand.

Since Arda is based upon our own Earth, we can assume Khand is the East, as the in Orient. Therefore. we can say that your character has traveled a very far distance in order to make his way to Rivendell. I will warn you - your character will most likely be met with suspicion, if not hostility, as Eastern men are not often seen in Middle Earth.

So - if you would like to join in the campaign, I'm offering some very simple changes to your character.

First - a quick name change for your character and your weapons - something more mongolian, perhaps, and not so blatantly japanese. Even a blending of cultures would prove fruitful.
Second - the unbreakable weapons and 'sixth sense' will have to go. As the GM, I'll hand out enchanted or improved weapons as I see fit. The ability to 'sense' people is a bit Mary-Sue. You may be an excellent judge of character, but you won't be able to x-ray vision people to death.
Third - the faster combat ability may also be changed. As a student of Kendo myself, concentration does not always make you faster. However! I do like the idea of 'honorable combat'. Perhaps he may be deadly in a one-on-one situation?

Name: Anawyn Therill
Race: Elf
Age: 569
Gender: Female
Description: The king of Mirkwood's neice
Personality: A rather sarcastic individual with a strange sense of humor. She is a terrible liar and always tries to be honest with others and herself. As the kings neice she was spoiled a bit but it almost never shows. She does however have a bit of a temper and hates it when people assume she is weak.
Combat style: A very skilled archer but also fairly skilled in using blades
History: Her father was the king of Mirkwood's younger brother. She was taught many things, archery was her specality as well as scouting and tracking. Often she would follow the scouting and hunting parties in the forest and she was as skilled as any male elf perhaps more so in some cases. She grew up with high expectations on her head and when she heard of the fellowship's fall she was heartbroken...as on of the number was her cousin she has a personal motivation to go on the journey.

:Appearance:

I'm cool with number 2 and 3 going, but I'm kinda into my name and weapons if you don't mind. But yeah, I'll get rid o sixth sense and enchantments...

I like my name and weapons mostly because if you hadn't guessed....I'm kinda into the culture of Japan. And I think it would be cool to have a Samurai-ish warrior in this.

Also I am not as in tune with Mongolian warfare as I am with Fuedal Japans if you understand where I'm coming from...

As for the Hostility part....I never thought of it.....but I think it would be both fun and cool for my guy to gain respect in hard ways from western civillization...

Oh my gosh a Lord of the Rings RP! Finally an excuse to go read that book again! If we can find a way for the Ents of Fangorn to get involved, can I put one up as a character?

You'll have to forgive me, my knowledge on Middle-Earth has since reached a zenith, it might take some time to brush up, eh.

So are we all cool or not yet?

......

Name: Druppi Boffin

Race: hobbit

Age: 32

Description: Druppi has light brown hair that curls like most hobbits hair does. He has a very pale look about him and always looks as though he's about to become quite ill.
He is a bit shorter then most hobbits (0.61 m) although he doesn't mind much,He has light green eyes and freckles on his face. He wears light tan clothes and carry's a dark green hooded cloak with him wherever he goes.

Personality: He has always been very curious about...well just about everything. He is still young for a hobbit and he intends to enjoy every minute of his last year of being a "kid".
He's very shy around people he's never seen before but once he gets to know you he wont ever betray you. Not very trusting, absent minded and very easily distracted.
He doesn't like the cold one bit and he is more sensitive to the cold then most which is why he is pale most of the time. Very childlike even for his age, he gets along with others fine when he has to but he prefers to do his own thing and leave the bustle of his home behind. Likes to talk to small animals but anything larger then a house cat scares him. loves to have fun whenever he has the chance. His idea of fun is wandering around looking for large fields and tall trees, He's not a very good climber but he does enjoy looking up at the trees and just letting his thoughts wander. He loves hearing about the adventures of Frodo even if he doesn't think they really happened.

Combat style: Uses short daggers and a sling

History: His mother was Daisy Baggins, a cousin of Frodo's who married Griffo Boffin. He has never met Frodo and has only heard legends about him none of which he believes are true. When he was younger he was not much trouble because he kept himself entertained and never really bothered anybody, On more then one occasion his parents left him home alone for hours and he didn't even notice they had left.

When he was 15 he got bored one day and wandered a bit to far away from home and got himself lost, It took his parents a couple of days before they realized he was missing at all. when they found him he told them that he didn't want to go home and that he had had alot of fun playing outside of his home town, But they dragged him home anyways because they didn't think that he was old enough to go out on his own yet.

On his 30th birthday he decided that he wanted to see the world and have adventures like the ones he was told when he was a kid, The next year he told his parents what he planned on doing and after talking about it they decided to let him go if that's what he really wanted. It was decided, He would leave as soon as he turned 33 and ever since then he has been making all the arrangements necessary and started packing so that he can finally go out and experience the wonders and adventures of life beyond his backyard.

I can't wait to get started, my cynical elf is one of my favorite characters to play...

Am I okay to go yet?


Sorry if I seem like an impatient prick...

Name: Aylward
Race: Elf
Description: Blond hair, fair skin, green eyes. Tall and wears leather armor, usually black.
Personality: Friendly, wise but cold and ruthless towards the enemy.
Combat style: Archer, although slightly proficient with using elven glaives in melee.
History:

Aylward - meaning "Elf guard", he has not failed his namesake. He served faithfully for centuries as one of Rivendell's guardians, laying to waste any enemies of the Elves with the bow. His mother was one of the most skilled elves in the land, and many claimed none could best her with the bow. Aylward had much to live up to at his birth, and he didn't disappoint. He not only proved to be dead accurate with the bow, but his skills in melee combat, while not the best, were somewhat formidable.

Most have only seen his skill with typical run of the mill Elven bows, but few have actually seen him in battle with Aello, a bow crafted specially for him by the best fletchers among the Elves. It's namesake stood testament to his power, where people claim his arrows are known to leave whirlwinds and storm winds in their wake, and at times it even seemed as if the wind itself bent to Aylward's will and empowered his arrows. Those whom had the misfortune of ever becoming his target hardly ever saw his arrows fly as they bit through their throats, hearts, or heads; much fewer were those who actually saw him coming, and almost none have walked away alive.

Yet all that is known of Aylward's past is his abilities in combat, few have heard of his life before the battles. The strange disappearance of his family centuries ago, the humility and strength with which he serves his people despite such a loss. Skeptics say he ended his own families' lives and hid the bodies himself, ambition and a greed for greatness binding his heart. Others say his strength is not just an act, but true inner strength from training under his mother. Nevertheless, he has proven throughout the history of Rivendell's battles that he does not falter in battle - and does not play dice with his people's future.

When news of the First Fellowship's disappearance first arrived at Rivendell, Aylward was the first to volunteer for the mission of being part of the second Fellowship. His reasons are unknown, although many speculate that Aylward merely wished to prove that he was much better than his equally legendary counterpart - Legolas. Aylward may be a friendly personality to all his allies, but he undoubted has his own agendas on embarking on the mission. There are many guesses as to what they are, but few are even close to the truth. Aylward, however, has proven that he puts the cause and welfare of his race before his own, and despite doubts about his intentions, the elves of Rivendell trusted him with the responsibility of journeying to stop Sauron.

*Do note that the part about his bow and conjuring the wind are rumors, it has not been confirmed as to what enchantments the bow have that improve Aylward's archery skill, if any are placed on it at all.

Well, it's been a week... so I'm checking up on this. I'm assuming this hasn't died before its birth?

Sory i thnk it sortahas...