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My friend and I had this LOTR rp that we worked on for a long time. It's actually the only one I've ever finished. Most rps, in my experience, simply go on... and on... and on...
Anyway, this is the start to the next book. Kaminia is my charrie, half-elf (Lorien) and half-human (Gondor soldier--a general). My friend's charrie is Mia, but I don't think she's mentioned...
This was all written by me. We worked on it a bit after this, but there wasn't much plot to work with.
Oh, and yes, this is a Mary-sue. But I like to think my friend's charrie was worse--she had Legolas fall in love with hers. >< BAD.
And yes, I realize this is slightly angsty... or, if it isn't in this part, I may have left that part out... but my prologue (this is only part of it) IS really angsty.


(Braeden says we - could be par tof next plot, or could just be talking about he & his army... Or just advisors, or partners...)

In the East, just north of Mordor, due east of Rohan

"To fulfil my plan, I need an elf... But I must be able to do this without alarming anyone..." a Dark Ranger thinks out loud.
"Perhaps, if you would be willing to marry her, Lord Braeden? Then you could say she died while you were traveling, alone. No one would know, unless you told them," one of the first man's advisors, another Dark Ranger, points out.
"Perhaps, but getting an Elf to agree to such a thing? Impossible. We should attack at night, when no one is watching, and allow them to think what they may," another advisor argues.
"There is a half-elf we can blackmail in Gondor. We have enough men there, high in it politically, to do so. She is only half-elvin, but she is only 30, and has much life left in her. You could take another elf, after you have taken over Middle Earth, for its immortality, if the half-elf would not live forever," the first advisors says. "She is the daughter of Captain Nimorhah. We could threaten to kill him - which could easily be done - if she does not agree, or if she informs anyone of her... peril."
"Good - she should do," the first man - Braeden - agrees with a nod. "Send her a message, and choose a meeting place, in Gondor. The meeting should take place in 2 days - I will ask her personally. Make sure it specifically says to come alone."
"Yes sir," the three advisors - the last one having been silent - replies, and the two that spoke up
left. The third one steps up. "Lord Braeden, are you sure we should do this? An elf does not die by time, but they can die by other means. Prince Bane failed, who says we won't?"
"Are you having doubts?" Braeden raises an eyebrow. "Only those faithful to my cause live,"he warns.
"I am faithful, Lord!" the advisor cries out, worried. "My only wish is for you to suceed. I only say such becasue I wish for you not to fail. I waited until the other two left because of that."
"I know what I am doing. Now leave, and never speak such treason again," Braeden orders. The advisor left him sitting on his stone throne.

The next day, in Gondor...

Kaminia is making bread with a lady, and her two daughters, in Gondor.
"So you really never made bread as an Elf?" one of the girls, about 13 years of age, ask, amazed.
Kaminia laughs. "No, not like this," she replies. "We made different types - and I never really did, I was too young."
"Is Lorien much differnt than Gondor?" the same girl asks.
"Yes - it's a forest, and this is a city. We're also protected by the Lady of the Woods, so we don't really have to worry about much - but if anything dangerous does get in, especially close to our city, that's when we really worry. Do you really do this every day?" Kaminia asks, making a face, as though she were struggling with a very hard task. They were kneading the bread a this point. "My arms are almost worn out, and you all seem to be just fine."
"Nearly every day. Once you get used to it, it doesn't seem that hard," the mother tells her.
"It's really not that bad," the older girl, looking about 16, tells Kaminia.
"The men complain about whenever they have to make it, though. You might think we're stronger than they are, just by kneading bread. Maybe they should have that as part of their training for the army." the younger girl comments offhandedly.
"Saline, sh!" the older girl whispers.
"It's true!" Saline replies. She looks up at her older sister. "Well, it is!" Kaminia laughs, and shakes her head.
Just then, someone knocks on the door. "I'll get it - you girls keep kneading," the mother tells them. She went to the door, where a boy, about 15 years old, was, with an envelope in his hand. "Is Kaminia Nomorhah here?" he requests.
"Yes, she is. Would you like to to get her?" the mother asks.
"No, just give her this, ma'am," the boy replies, handing her the envelope. Kaminia, hearing this, goes to wash & dry her hands. The mother walks into the kitchen, and hands her the letter. Kaminia opens it, and, while reading it, gets a very confused look on her face.
"What does it say?" the youngest asks her.
"It's asking me to meet someone, tomorrow night... I've never heard of him - Braeden Tibosha?" Kaminia looks up at the family, asking if they've ever heard of him.
"No," the mother replies, while all three shake their heads - the oldest, slowly, and shortly, looking up at Kaminia; the youngest, enthusiastically; the mother, moderately, only taking what time needed, and working on her bread again.
"That's odd. You'd think you'd know him before he would ask to meet you," the oldest comments. "Did he say anything about knowing any of your family or friends?"
"No. What's even odder is that he asked me to come alone," Kaminia replies, putting the letter in one of her dress pockets.
"Be careful," the mother tells her.
"I will," Kaminia replies.
"You'd better be getting back to your father - he should be off his watch," the mother tells her, looking through the window. "We'll finish up on this."
"I will, thank-you," Kaminia replies, leaving her dough for one of them to work on, and walks out the door to the street, grabbing her coat on the way.


Oh, and I don't own LOTR. Only... well, actually, all of the characters mentioned in this piece.