Calenlondiel's Lord Of The Rings Game "Many Meetings"

*This is where the game actually begins you guys so go ahead and start playin!!!*

Gwen ushered her horse into the small shire and breathed in the fresh air. Never before had she left her home and ventured so far. Never.

((err... The title kind of implies you already have a plot in mind... So what is everybody supposed to be doing))

Dagaron reared his horse to s stop and scanned the beautiful scenery. He was still curious as to why he was here.
OOC: why are we here? or will we deside that as we go? and where exactly are we?

(Ooc. we can come up with a plot as we go along... anyone have anything in mind??? We can be at Rivendell... easier...)
Calenlondiel rode her grey horse over the bridge and into a courtyard area, jumping off looking around for someone to tell her where she could stable her steed.

Gwen followed her and stopped her horse in the courtyard also.

Calenlondiel turned to her... Greetings and where are you coming from? I come from Mirkwood and my kin send well wishes to any other elves I may encounter. I wonder where we're supposed to stable our horses... she looked around.

Theomer rode into Rivendell, awed at its beauty. An elf approached him and lead him to a small pasture. He climbed off Dairaizor (his horse) and walked around, somewhat lost, resting his hand on the pommel of his sword. Before long, he came upon Gwen and Calenlondiel. He had been looking around and nearly ran into them. "Oh, excuse me, I didn't see you," Theomer said, nodding respectfully to them.

Dagaron walked over to Gwen, Calenlondiel, and Theomer, bowing to the costum elvish bow, and then shook Theomer's hand. "Greetings to you all. Have any of you figured out why we are here?"

"I'm Gwenivere from the high elf lands and I'm on a quest to explore most of Middle Earth," Gwen said with a smile.

"I am Theomer of Rohan," Theomer started, "though I have not seen my homeland for nearly five years now."

"Nice to meet you. I am Dagaron with no real place to call home."

"Nice to meet you," said Gwen as she did a high elf curtsy.

Nice to meet you all Calen smiled I'm from Mirkwood and am a Sindar elf, she curtsied as well.

Tela stepped out of the shadows. She looked at the company. Were these the people she were too meet? Her blue eyes bore into one then moved to the next.

Dagaron looked at Tela and bowed once again in elvish fashion. He watched her eyes, darting to an from the beings in the group. He would make sure not to rub her the wrong way, she didn't look like the person to trust someone, but he would try to gain it.

Tela looked confused by Dagaron's courtesy but bowed respectively to him. She lowered her eyes. Her black cloak swished slightly in the wind.

Theomer nodded politely to the newcomer. "Where is this.... Meeting, exactly?"

Dagaron pulled his dark green cloak tighter around him, feeling to exposed, even though he had nothing to fear in Rivendell. He let someone else lead. He wanted to just watch now, see where everyone stood in the group, and to see their stregths. He would want to know them if he had to work with them.

Gwen followed behind the other elf her blue colak swishing in the wind.