i knew it i knew it Im never telling you my plans AGAIN!

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Artinwe had slipped out of the camp during the chaos of the fire. He followed the Phantoms, always staying outside their sight. He thought smugly about how they prided themselves on their stealth, yet they were nothing to the skill of Elves. He mentally called Wilyalinte. He would need her to send word to Morwen. Deawen was inspecting the garrison for imposters. He thanked Varda that he had not fallen in among the ranks. Suddenly, he knew where they were headed. "They're going to Minas Tirith!" he thought. "I cannot wait for Wilyalinte to come." Calling the falcon again, he said "Don't come to me! Go to Morwen at once. Tell her that Deawen is headed for Minas Tirith." As he turned back to the camp, he thought "Meanwhile, I think I'll take a stroll through the camp."

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(I'm planning to go to where the Mering Stream meets the white mountains. The mering stream is thke eastern boundry of Rohan and Gondor, I might add, and it is a very wide strip of land.)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

DUde a flying Chicken! now we can have smores turkey and chicken now we can eat!)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Hey, that's flying Duck to you!)

Artinwe was sneaking around the Phantoms' camp. He recognised Deawen's tent and saw that she was alone. He vanished and reappeared inside her tent. He placed his hand over Deawen's mouth to quell her scream. He wrapped his arms around her and vanished again.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(Do you see a pattern in my vanishings?)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

Ah AH Ah AH AH AH AH AH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! HA hA ha ha ha ha i knew that was comming! but AHHHHHH

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

*Rohirrim riding towards Mering Stream and White mountains*

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Deawen was grabbed from behind she screamed but her mouth was covered bya hand then she vanished.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

They reappeared in the mountain forest. "Artinwe!" Deawen screamed. "Deawen, calm yourself. it's all right. I needed to talk to you." "And we all know how well you've managed that so far," she said bitterly.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

The hawk of Artinwe swooped and landed on Morwen's shoulder. (INsert message here, Artinwe)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

he he you have seemed to crack open my skull to find out what makes me tick...thats creepy stopthat! lol)

Deawen reappred in a forest Deawen immediatly grabbed one of her pin knives she wore "just in case" her heart was beating rapidly she was breathing hard as she fought her power. " Why are you HERE!" Deawen said venomously.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Uh-oh, friends fighting a lover's quarrel...)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

ha ha ha not funny

naw

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Take me BACK!" Deawen shouted she was scared and Artinwe knew it Deawen was beyond calming down her power rose with each second...

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

ya know i just thought of something Artinwe you just freakin took me away from the Dragon Tears! why do i have this awful feeling Morwen will attack and destroy my army!she will take advantage of this situation (just like brand would of the undefended candy bowl....) My Army is endanger! if you take away the Head of the snake the snake dies.... I can't let that happen my stratagy is ruined... i hat..e t..h..i.s.....(we are sorry for the interruption in the subtitles but we would like you to know the peolpe in charge of the subtitles have just been sacked... )

Meanwhile....

Drad went inside Deawen's tent to give her the report but he did not find her(i wonder why?) he left the papers on her bed "Mabe she went for a walk..." he thought. Drad walked around the camp he asked around if any had seen Deawen but none had. Drad grew concerned Deawen never left without telling someone at least one...but not this time. Drad handled the reports carfully making sure each unit was intact and ready at all times. the mens moral was high that was good but the only thing amiss was Deawen, "what if she was captured?" one of the officers suggested "no one could get through the defences without us knowing.."Drad replied, "Morwen does have elves with her..." "i know but even then not without us knowing! if she was captured we will know by morning." Drad sighed the very thought of Deawen being captured seemed impossible. one of the younger officers looked around before asking "if Lady Deawen was captured what will become of her?" the rest looked at him "she will die..." Drad put it bluntly "i don't know if Morwen would kill her but i know inside Deawen is dying slowly she leads because she has to not for the pleasure but her being captured will kill her." Drad said this Deep down he knew what he said was true as the sky is blue.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home