There and Back Again II

[crusader711]

There and Back Again (A RPG for fans of The Hobbit)
What happens between The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings books? You decide. Here are positions open:
You can have 2 of the following:
Sam:
Frodo:
Sauron:
Gandalf:Lord Albus
Merry:
Pippin:Narmegil
Treebeard:
Saruman:
Gimli:
Teen Argorn:Gospelspreader
Teen Legolas:Goselspreader
Elanor:
Romance can happen, no going into explicit details about what a person looks like while you are killing them or what happened when you captured him or her.And you can make up your own character! Just pm them to me or post them in here, and I'll say yea or nay! I will be Bilbo and Gollum. Unless you are posting what char you are in the beginning in the RPG, please do not post. Then when we are actually RPing you can do all of that.
Thanks,
Jared

 

[Gospelspreader]

I would like to be teen aragorn and teen legolas.

 

[GooglyMelsiePoogly]

A young elven girl set outside a tiny farm house, out upon the porch to be precise.
She wasn't a hobbit, nor was she an elf, nor a royal, she was a mortal, a plain young girlwith an odd accent. She had long honey colored hair, which was shiny indeed, and almost always held back in a french braid, but today her locks of honey hair fell down past her shoulders, taking a wavy form, and blowing in the little breeze that blew.
Her eyes were bright, and brown, her lashes long, and black. A few freckles played acrossed her nose and upon her cheeks, but not many, for she was afterall 18 years of age. Oh what a fresh young age! She stood about 4 foot 11, no doubt short for a girl her age. Her skin was fair, not really pale, but not really tan neither, somewhere inbetween. She wore a light blue dress, which had long sleeves, and fit snug around the top of her, but flew loosely around her legs, atop that was a white apron, and a pair of black 2 inch heeled shoes.She lived next door to an unlikely little hobbit, by the name of Bilbo Baggins. Her own name you may ask? Melamin Dystal.

ooc|| Hope thats not too much of a description. Sorry if it is.

 

[GooglyMelsiePoogly]

ooc|| omgoats! Shes not an elven girl... sorry my brain was overflowing... scratch the first part out.

 

[crusader711]

((that is awsome...*drools))

 

[Lessien]

((I'm using two existing chars of mine....just before their real stories start. Should I PM them to you, crusader?))

 

[Lord Albus Blackguard]

ooc: oh heck why not. Can I join crusader? It drama again, I think I'll use a guy named Rivilian. Basically same thing as Ryukiin, weeeeell he has better family but I'm keeping that quiet. Also do you mnd if Im Gandalf?

Rivilian walked slowly in to Hobbiton (hope we are there) he was a ranger. Technically he wasn't Dunedain but one of the last part-blood Numenorean's in direct line from the king. But those days were over and Dunedain were the rulers. He was a high ranking ranger and had the chiefs ear. Why he was in Hobbiton, only he... and Mithrandier knew

 

[jason2]

((may i join? and happy b-day blackgaurd))

 

[Narmegil]

((May I join? And yes happy B-Day Blackguard)

 

[Lord Albus Blackguard]

ooc: no don't wish me happy b-day it is fake. I'm dramaking an I put Shakespeares b-day as mine in this account

 

[crusader711]

((if i didnt say so, please pm me all of ur made-up characters, and please use times new roman or arial.thnks))

 

[Narmegil]

((Okay is it okay if I am Pippin?))

 

[Lord Albus Blackguard]

ooc: ok sorry about the "impact" I kinda always use it but for this thread I'll make an exception!

 

[crusader711]

((sure for pippin and please send me your made up characters))

 

[GooglyMelsiePoogly]

ooc|| Do I need to send you my made-up through PM Jared, even though I already posted her?

 

[Lessien]

A young girl leaned on the doorway of her home in Gondor. One might think she was slow, the way she kept staring off into space, or insane, the way way she would shake her head every so often, as if to clear it. Only those who knew her could decipher the truth: she was contemplating a dream.

"Makira!" She turned her head and tossed her mahogany hair out of her face, amethyst eyes lighting up as she saw Jareth.

"Oh, hi, Jareth," she said, preoccupied.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I...had another dream."

Jareth sighed. "You know most of them will never come true."

"I know, I know. But this one was so real, I can't help but wonder...."

Jareth gazed at his friend, his dark eyes meething hers. A few steps later, and he was at her side, hugging her. "It's fine. Or, at least, it will be. Why don't you tell me about this dream of yours?"

 

[GooglyMelsiePoogly]

Melamin sat outside of the tiny farm house where she lived. On the stairs of the front porch, with her legs draped over the third stair, not even touching the ground, for she was very short, she sat there, swinging her legs, back and forth, back and forth, in a round-about-motion. Her hair fell infront of her face, as she sighed, and wondered if her neighbor, Bilbo was home.

 

[Narmegil]

((Where whould I start?))

 

[crusader711]

((dunno, i guess in hobbiton if you like))
Blibo sat out on his front porch laughing, remembering that hobbits were the only species that could legaly grow weed and smoke it too.

 

[GooglyMelsiePoogly]

Melamin heard faint laughing, which made her eys flicker with curiousity. "Curiousity did kill the cat." She could almost hear her mother say, which just so happened to be her mother's favorite phrase, especially when instructing Melamin on what not to do. Her mother knew Melamin was a born adventurer, and worried about her daughter's safety when she went on her little adventures. Melamin decided that the noise came from next door, and figured it wouldn't hurt to check things out, so off she went. When she arrived at her neighbors house, she stared at the small hobbit oddly. "What is the meaning of blowing, or inhaling smoke?" She inquired, eyeing Bilbo oddly, not the least bit amused by what he was doing. She hadn't lived here in Hobbiton for long, and barely knew Bilbo, but she knew that she didn't care for smoking much. She had already decided the drinking and smoking was a vile thing, which turned even the most respectable man into a boisterous one.