[bilbo_baggins]

I would also like to try for an elf of Imladris.

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – Yes, one

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? one

List them, please: Search for Rhun

Please note you may play in only 2 (TWO) Shire games at one time. (The Green Dragon Inn DOES NOT count as a game for this.)


3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES/ NO: Yes – Which one? Both, actually

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For your character please include:

NAME: Angakemion

AGE: 437

RACE: Elf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS : Bow and arrows (yes, slightly stereotypical of Elves), and a dirk, about a foot and a half long, ornamented, with accompanying knife, made by the Elvish Smiths at the height of their power (about the time that the Rings were made)

APPEARANCE: 6 foot (almost 2 meters), brown hair (sort of an anomaly), grey eyes, prefers to be hooded and cloaked often. When he is not cloaked, he wears a simple green tunic underneath. Cream-colored breeches complete his attire.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Anga, (as friends call him) usually quiet, does not like to be in enormous crowds. He prefers solitude, and Imladris (Rivendell) has always provided him with peace and quiet. His strengths include, great wisdom, even for his youth, and premonition. He can sense when someone is not wholly telling the truth, though he can't find out what that truth is, himself. Weakness's, among many, are, that he is not as far-sighted as is almost staus quo among Elves. Also, he is afraid, not of the ghosts or haunts of men, but of his own mortality in battle.

HISTORY: Raised in Imladris, he has sometimes visited his cousins, the Galadhrim, in Lothlorien. He has also visited Mirkwood, and enjoys the company of the Grey Elves. His father is closely related to Elrond, and that is how he knew about Arathorn's ride. His mother died while he was young. He hates orcs, and has wished to kill them all when he was younger

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bilbo_baggins' post

Angakemion could feel the mists of morning rising before any could see it happen. Imladris was as beautiful as ever, with the snow melting in the Misty Mountains, and the water running down to join the river, and ultimately, the Western Sea.

The Rangers that had come a while back were leaving again, soon. He was going with them. He could hardly remember the frenzied events that had precluded the departure. He could feel the excitement charging the air, and giving it that slightly reddish hue that came just before a great battle.

He was excited about going, and he hoped the departure, which he could feel was entirely to imminent to communicate, would come quickly. He hurriedly went to his room, and gathered his packed things. His father entered.

"Father, I have no time to waste, the Rangers will leave soon. I hope I can still go."

"My son, do not fear. They will not leave without you. Now come and embrace me for the last time, my dear Anga!"

Their joyous hug was cut short as Anga realized he needed to leave, and quickly.

"Father, I hate to leave Imladris, especially since I wish to court a woman. But the time for love and affection has past, and battle looms on out horizon. I must go."

"Then leave with my blessing, son. I shall miss thee, and pray for your return."

With that, Anga left to go down to where the party was gathering.

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