[Esgallhugwen]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES- Which one? The Hills of Evendim, Breelander's All, Search For Rhûn.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? none

List them, please:

Please note you may play in only 2 (TWO) Shire games at one time. Exceptions to this may be made for this on a case by case basis by the Shire Moderators. (The Green Dragon Inn DOES NOT count as a game for this.)


3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES
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For your character please include:

NAME: Silrûth

AGE: 701

RACE: Rivendell Elf

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Long bow, quiver of golden feathered arrows, well forged short sword, two throwing daggers hidden in her boots.

APPEARANCE: Silrûth stands at exactly 6 feet, with long golden hair and sharp quick grey eyes. A scar from an orc attack runs under her chin but is barely noticible except when she cranes her head upward. She wears a light green tunic trimmed in gold and dark leggings (she finds dresses to hinder her movement in the wildernes) with high light weight boots where she keeps her two throwing daggers.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Silrûth is calm and collected and has a kind if shy disposition. She is extemely adept with the bow and short sword that she carries with her, and she is a force to be reckoned with when angry. Her strength lies in her grace and her skill but her emotions can get the best of her if not checked.

HISTORY: She was born and raised in Rivendell, being the only child in her family she was taught the bow and the sword by her Father though her Mother outspokenly disapproved, thinking it was too dangerous and that a daughter should have other duties. When the War of the Ring came upon her people she fought with the passion of her race. But now little of her people have stayed going into the West forever. She lingers in Imladris, though she wanders here and there looking to aid Man in destroying the remnants of Orcs and other foul creatures that still plague Middle- Earth.

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Esgallhugwen's post

Silrûth rode along on her silver white mare, content, beside her companion. It was days after they left Imladris on horse and now she could see that they neared their destination.

They came to the Trade Inn at Tharbad for a brief rest, she was sitting down when her male counterpart called to the barman, " Hey, there you, can me and my friend have a drink of cool water ?".

"A drink of cool water and lamb stew for the lord and lady would go down good I suppose?" the barman called back, then scurried off to fetch the order. Her companion waved him on and turned to her saying, " I haven't had anything proper to eat since that Inn we stopped at, and that was 15 days ago".

Silrûth only shook her golden head, "The number of Orcs and Trolls has most certainly gone up since the end of the War near the Angle hasn't it Aidwain ?" the mere thought of those foul creatures made her body tense and she sneered in disgust. Aidwain was about to reply when the barman came bustling up with the food and drink, he closed his mouth and sat across from Silrûth.

At that moment he turned his head in curiosity and Silrûth followed his gaze. Out of the window they could both see four companions leading their horses up the path to the Inn, a Ranger, a man of Rohan and two Elves.

She took two spoonfuls of stew and a sip of water, waiting for the four to enter the Inn. She felt they would meet very soon.

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