Niniën tabbed Deawen on the shoulder to wake her from day dreaming. "Lets go" and she gestured to their tents.
Within no time she'd packed and prepared Arion for a new journey. She gazed at the horizon and wondered whether the Southerners would have found them already. She hoped Kolth wouldn't start about their late night trip of yesterday.. Then she shook her head and mounted, waiting for the others to ride.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Deawen woke from her daydreaming and sighed " Captain Last night..we ran into the southerners something tells me they expect to find a war camp or something that could give them an excuse to attack..what if we could fool them into believeing this is just a northern village?" Deawen asked Kolth.

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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

Niniën listened astound to Deawens comment and threw her an irritated look. She didn't even want to hear Kolth's reply. She clucked her tongue to urge Arion in a slow pace in the opposite direction, as she found no need in feeling responsible of what happenend.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

From the distance, Morwen saw faint traces campfire smoke. Finally, she thought to herself, stretching her legs a bit. Her horse, Breda, was in a slow trot beneath her. As she spurred him on, he gave a groan (or as much as a horse is capable of groaning) and launched off. She came into the camp of the Southerners and dismounted, looking for Elegost.

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

(Um...Elegost isn't in this camp, Morwen. He's still tracking us.)
Kolth shook his head. We would not be able to fool them. We're warriors, and it shows. There are too many weapons around, and no children or elders. "

Deawen shrugged it was worth bringing up. SHe wandered off to her tent Hilam had already picked up the latest news and had Deawen's belongings in a small chest. Deawen didn't say anything to Hilam as she helped take down the small tent. soon Bredol and Hilam's dapple gelding were saddled and ready to ride Deawen sat in her saddle slightly irritated with Kolth but Deawen's good humor prevented her from brooding over it.

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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

(I realize that. But Morwen doesn't.)
Morwen wandered around the camp for a while, looking around for someone with the look of authority. No one stuck out. After a while, she rode just outside of the camp, trying to dodge curious glances at her rustic armour, and settled down to wait.

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

(Okay!)
Kolth spotted the young lady. She wasn't one of his team, he was sure of that. He followed her, intent on knowing her intentions. He followed her as she rode outside the camp. "Excuse me, miss. is there somthing I can do for you?" He asked, and not in a friendly tone. People who walked through stranger's camps so boldly often were not a good sign. "You seemed to be lost, the way you were wondering through my camp"

Morwen immediately stood up. "Yes, well. I am Morwen of the Wesfold, I'm looking for one...Elegost?" she said.

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

"I do not know him." He said. "What region is he from?"

Morwen's heart sank. She quickly fabricated a lie, praying she would reach the pinnacle of ambiguity: "Oh, he is from a hamlet to the north on a hill adjacent to the northernmost mouth of the Entwash River in Rohan. He said he was going to search for some horses that had wandered off, but he never came back, so I tracked him here."

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

(Sorry, everyone! I was in New York for a week. Can someone fill me in as to what has happened since page six?)

hmm lets see, Deawen runs off to spy on the southerners camp Ninien follows her Both almost get captured but luckly Ninien talked their way out of it. after escaping they go back to camp.However they are being followed by Elegost. KOlth Scolds Deawen for running off again and now we are picking up camp because the northerners feel they are being tracked. fill you in enough?)
Deawen dismounted when she noticed a stranger, curiosity overwhelmed her she stood behind Kolth Deawen instantly regonised the style of armor. " southerner " Deawen whispered to Kolth the style was of a captain in the rohirrim. Deawen knew who this stranger was it took all self control to keep from smiling or showing any emotion. Morwen of the westfolde Best Friend of Deawen, the two were as thick as thieves getting in trouble together but always managed to be on separet sides.
had Deawen been taller she would not be regonised easily since she blended in with the northerners. only her height of 5ft gave her away.

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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

Morwen immediately recognized Deawen. However, she had become skilled in the Rohirrim at cloaking her emotions. Her face remained blank as in insides were in turmoil. She heard Deawen whisper southerner. She leaned around Kolth to address her directly, "Yes, I've just said that." She smiled a smile that said, Either shut up or help me!, before returning her attention to Kolth.

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

Deawen rolled her eyes and stuck her tounge out though keeping to where kolth couldn't see her. "Forgiol" she snorted in reply Hilam leading both horses came up beside Deawen " Is that Mor..." Hilam started but Deawen reached back and shoved Hilam into one of the horses without turning around. Bredol stood as if nothing happened however Hilam was in a state close to tears.

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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

The Mouth of the Entwash? Surely she ment to the South, not North. A slip of the tongue, or a lie? Kolth wasn't sure. Deawen whispered to him that she was Rohirrim. He could believe tht. Her garb was not like that of a northener.
"He must have been gone a very long time, for you to be searching here. The mouth of the entwash is far south, many miles away." Kolth treaded carefully. He didn't want to frighten her away. She might have some information he could use.