The Warrior--Chapter Two: The Meeting
Mood:  not sure
Topic: The Warrior (story/novel)
Ranewen Miriel was now travelling through the forest of Turgon after darkness fell. She has been travelling over Isilindil for years; since that terrible night in Tinehtele. There was an evil forming over the lands caused by a powerful sorcerer named Maglor Cuthalion. He's making armies formed in thousands of Orcs and Drows, however, he lacked one important thing for complete power. Maglor needs a special saphire jewel called the Oronar. Ranewen had just journeyed earlier that afternoon from his lands, spying on his armies.

"If Maglor has this much power now, I would hate to see him posess the Oronar," Ranewen mumbled to herself as she stepped lightly over leaves and branches in the dark, dense forest. She had to go to the kingdom of Tal Dagore quickly and warn the king of the dangers ahead with Maglor. Tal Dagore holds the Oronar, making the kingdom in the most danger with the monsterous army. She knew the jewel needed to be destroyed. It should have been destroyed years ago. Tal Dagore is a luxeriously large kingdom that is built out of the stone of a large mountain in Isilindil. It's the largest kingdom to be exact, but does not hold a very powerful army, and that is what worried Ranewen.

Travelling briskly through the forest, the silver moon shone bright through the trees giving her just enough light to see her way through while she gripped her trusted sword at her side. She soon heard a twig snap behind her, causing her to turn sharply, unsheathing her sword rapidly, prepared to battle what ever it may be behind her. She turned in time to see a shadowed figure in a green hooded cloak charging at her full speed with their sword rasied above their head. Bringing her sword up, she managed to block the blow as the clank of the metals connecting made an eerie ring throughout the crisp air. Ranewen and the unknown cloaked figure fought for awhile, stepping in circles, blocking attacks, without words for several minutes until the hood of Ranewen's cloak fell due to a burst of cold wind, revealing her face, causing her to drop her sword while backing into a tree. The hooded being stood over her quietly. Ranewen could tell it was a man of some sort by his tall, muscular build, but could see no face, only to hear the inhales and exhales of his deep breathing. She stayed silent, crouching down to the base of the tree, staring up at the mysterious person and wondering if he was going to kill her.

A moment later, he dropped his sword and pulled down his hood to reveal a very handsome elf with long blond hair, flowing down to his shoulders, partially pulled back with a braid and strikingly intense honey-gold colored eyes. "Amin hiraetha," (I am sorry) the young elf said to her softly. "I thought you were of Maglor's new army," He added, holding his hand out to help Ranewen to her feet. "You know of Maglor?" She asked, finally able to speak after a moment of silence. "Yes, I was on my way to Tal Dagore to inform the king," he said looking her over with a gentle smile. "That's where I was travelling as well," Ranewen said, looking down at her feet shyly. For such a strong fighter, Ranewen felt silly for being timid and shy at this moment. "Very good, I can have someone to travel with now. I could use the company," He said with a chuckle, walking away to a camp area he had set up several yards away. "You do not understand, sir, I travel alone," Ranewen started to protest, aggrivativly, but was interrupted by the elf's soothing voice. "Tula, hama neva i'naur," (come, sit near the fire.) He said. The fire did look warm and inviting after she had been travelling in the cool weather without rest or sleep for the past two days. Finally, after standing there awkwardly, she submissed and agreed, walking over and taking a seat on the log across from the handsome elf.

"Mani naa esse en lle?" (What is your name?) Ranewen asked, eyeing the unusually handsome elf questioningly. "I am Maedhros...and you, m'lady?" Maedhros responded, also returning the question. "Ranewen Miriel," she said. "Ah, I've heard of you many times," he said with a smile, staring into the fire. "Is it true you murdered your parents?" He suddenly asked, staring at her with interest. "No, I did not kill my mother. My stepfather murdered her by poison and so I took my revenge on him," Ranewen said coldly. The subject had always been touchy with her. "Then why did you not explain that to your people instead of running? There rewards throughout the lands to have you dead, did you know?" He asked. Ranewen shot Maedhros a look of hatred. "Why must you be so nosy? I know there are rewards... are you one of those looking to kill me?" She asked. "No... I am sorry. I could have killed you just earlier. Do you honestly think I am one of those out to kill you for a reward?" He asked looking at her with a gentle, kind smile. Ranewen sighed. Maedhros was right, he could have killed her earlier if he was really set out to do that, but he didn't. "I chose to run. The people did not understand nor believe me when I tried to explain.... and I hated that place anyhow," Ranewen said softly. "I am sorry for getting into your business. Forgive me?" He looked at her apologetically.

She nodded and stood to her feet. "Well, I am off to go about my ways," Ranewen said quietly. Maedhros nodded and watched as she slipped the hood back over her head, hiding her beautiful face. "Maybe we will meet again, m'lady. I am a traveller as well," He said kindly. She smiled at the handsome elf from under her hood. "Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta," (May your ways be green and golden) Maedhros said smiling, bidding Ranewen farewell. "Diola Lle." (Thank you) Ranewen said softly before disappearing back into the forest of Turgon.

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Well that was Chapter two.. please leave comments! ^.^

The Warrior--Chapter One: Ranewen Miriel
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: Tesla's Caught up in a Dream
Topic: The Warrior (story/novel)
The Elven Lands of Isilindil were spread out as far as the eye can see. Full of thick, emerald green, lush grass, dark, dense forests, clear open ranges, waterfalls that flowed down from high cliffs into curving rivers, aqua-blue lagoons, and crystal clear lakes, snow-capped mountains and luxeriously enormous kingdoms of all sorts. The lands of Isilindil were bordered by humans, dwarves, and witches while some mermaids and centaurs resided across the lands as well in the waters and forests. Life has always been prosperious and peaceful throughout the lands.

Ranewen Miriel, a young female elf, of the age of 2023, still fairly young for her kind, was a wanderer. Never staying in any kingdom or settling in one place. She had a strong history. A history of abuse, which eventually led into murder, and never wanted to return to the kingdom of Tinehtele to face the elves who called her a murderer. Being an elf and getting called such a horrendous name was quite unusual for the time. But they did not understand why she had murdered. She was protecting herself, almost as if it were battle, from her constantly abusive stepfather. Her father had died as a young child, her mother soon afterwards, married the evil man she still hated to this day. Her stepfather had killed her mother by a deadly and incurable poison years ago, in which everyone just assumed it was an accidental consumption of the poison. Ranewen knew the truth, however. She remembered the event like it was yesterday as it plays over and over in her mind everyday. Ranewen watched him slip the poison into her mother's wine and tried to stop her from drinking it, without luck, only to get shoved out of the room by her stepfather. "Mother! He's poisoned your wine!" Ranewen had cried through the closed, locked door. Only to find it was too late. A few mornings later, Ranewen, still very much angered by her stepfather's wrongdoings, slipped the same deadly poison into his food to watch him sputter and choke while he passed from his life. Later that evening, Ranewen ran from Tinehtele, vowing to never return. Her stepfather now lays in his grave, next to her mother's, but Ranewen felt no remorse. She was gone from there and have been gone for years.

Over time, Ranewen learned exceptional skills in fighting and sword fighting from an elder human she met through her journeys who will remain unnamed, slowly developing into a wandering warrior. As Ranewen stood at a puddle in the forest of Turgon she was now travelling through, she looked at her reflection. Her hair, a firery red, was quite an unusual color for elves to possess, but somehow she was blessed with the color, was long and straight...reaching down to her buttocks. Her eyes are of aqua blue, as aqua as the lagoons the beautiful mermaids resided in. Her lips are of rose pink, full and pouty. She's fairly tall now that she is a full grown young woman, standing about 5'6" and beautifully curvacious, although she hides herself under a long dark blue, hooded cloak. Only wearing black boots, black pants and a white peasant shirt. She carried with her a strong, large, ruby-encrusted sword at her side as well. Many times, beings mistook Ranewen for a man due to her cover ups, however, underneath it all, she was quite beautiful.

Ranewen lived under the stars; wherever she stopped for the night. She has never loved a man, nor hardly trusted one, and never intended to, either. She is a strong warrior, not a lover.

I'm back!
Mood:  silly
Now Playing: nothing at all......complete silence throughout the household ^.^
Topic: Just me..... yay!
Hi all you beautiful creatures! ^.^ Sorry it took me so long to make a second post.. I have been gone for the week, spending time with my fiance and his 3 children while he was off work. The children are with their mother this weekend (we have custody of them).. ugh.. I'm not even going to start on her. I promised myself I would be nice towards her for the sake of the children, but sometimes I just want to tell her off. For now, I'll keep my mouth shut... *rolls eyes* and that's hard to do sometimes. *giggles* Anyways... I thought I'd make a short post to let ya'll (yes, I said "ya'll"... I'm from Texas, give me a break :^P) know I was back. I'm going to Dallas to spend time with my brother tomorrow night, but will be back Sunday. I'm also writing this to say that I am starting up my story tonight, so read it and leave me comments please. I love reviews and feedback, so I'd greatly appreciate it. Like I said before, I hope to become an author one day and could always use advice, comments, suggestions and such. ^.^ Enjoy!!

Welcome!
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Shinedown--Simple Man
Topic: Just me..... yay!
Hey all you lovely people... sorry if I come across as a strange person, but I am very much a strange person. Who is this, you ask? Well I am me...my name is Crystal, but many call me Angel.. I don't know why so don't ask.. lol. This is my first ever blog and thought it would be quite fun, so here I am doing a blog.. yay! Anyways, I'm 20 years old and live in Texas. I'm not going to grace you all with my life story yet, because you don't really know me. Besides, I know that it would be boring to read.. *giggles* But I will tell you a bit about myself so that maybe I would give you some interest to continue reading on. I'm 5'3", red-haired, green-eyed female with quite a potty mouth sometimes. I live in a small hick-ass town called Jefferson.. but I must admit it is quite peaceful here afterall, so I'm not complaining. I listen strictly to rock music.. of all kinds..anywhere from Nirvana, Metallica, Ozzy, Black Sabbath, Hoobastank, Shinedown, The Feds (they rock!! woohoo!), Tesla, Aerosmith, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Good Charlotte, Jet, Blink 182, Yellowcard, Godsmack, Evanesence, and so much more.. just about any kind of rock band you name, I probably listen to. But I also listen to some country..HEY I'M FROM TEXAS SO CUT ME SOME SLACK! *giggles* I'm weird, I know I know.. You don't have to tell me twice. I'm pretty outgoing and mouthy.. can be quite stubborn sometimes, too. For some reason, my fiance actually likes that, though. We're set to get married in December and he has 3 beautiful kids from a previous marriage that I love as if they were my own. Yes, you must be saying to yourself "She's kind of young to be doing all that, isn't she?" Well... ya know what? I don't care. I'm happy and that's what matters.

On another note, I'm an aspiring author who admires authors such as Jk Rowling and JRR Tolkien. I like writing fantasy/romance mostly and will be gracing some of my stories and possibly poetry with you all over time. I hope you all like them. I've been getting good reviews on Quizilla.com and have made many friends and fans already in a period of a few months. *blushes*

With that said, remember this is my first blog.. so just bear with me if I dont post something every single day. I hope you all enjoy it over time though and please feel free to leave comments for me, I like making new friends!!!

Your weird pal,
~Angel~