"he does not trust us... but even the dragon tears that have been for hundreds of years we learn to trust better even when they were though t against..." Midira said she noted how much she sounded like her mother.

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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

Silmarwen nodded, "I understand that... but you must realize, elves trust no one... we may be overly cautious, but that is how we are... "

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Midira sighed she understood her father was like that. (im kinda waiting for thoren )

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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

(ok, I shalt wait too ^^ lol )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

[well then what should I do? I'm still roaming through the woods X0 ]

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(sabotage another soldier?... o_o *waits for Deawen to scream* .... ^^)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(ooo!!! can I? )

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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( ^^ do it and see what happens... but don't blame me for your beheading! hahaha)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(no...I think I'll be good...but since I'm out in the woods want me to get anything?)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(O_O I don't know... umm... )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Fellow dudes! I've decided to join. Multas gratias to Deawen Elsent for posting as me [To the Mods: she had permission- "Dungeons of Gondor", page 13-ish]; now I will be me.)

Wilyalinte, a Gyr Falcon named after the falcon slain by Midira's uncle, was how Artinwe sent messages to Midira when they were apart. She swooped into the clearing. Thoren signalled to one of his archers, and Midira saw it. "No!" she yelled. "What has prompted this outburst, lady?" Thoren looked slightly bemused. "That's my father's falcon!" she said in reply. Thoren looked horrified as he waved the archer away.

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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....

Midira retrieved the letter from her father and read it:

"My daughter, I trust you are well. I am not. I cannot remember ever knowing an Elf by the name of "Silmarwen Idril" ever fighting for your mother. This is why I was loath to trust her. I have not gone back to the King; indeed, I do not believe I shall ever return. I have followed you almost ever since I left. Another thing I believe you should know: I did not give you the authority over the Dragon Tears with the medallions. I gave you two of your mother's most treasured possessions. Midira, I am warning you, be careful. At the least I do know this: Thoren is trustworthy, and perhaps one of your greatest allies. Thurok buur tan niclin arveladhas. Hanc raezin forelth weimac. (Expect me in your tent at midnight. Make certain that you are alone.)
Your loving father,
Artinwe Narmacil

Memorise the contents of this letter. Burn it afterwards."
Midira gulped and looked around, dismissing Wilyalinte and trying to look unconcerned.

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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....

to Artinwe: Dear Artinwe remember i created Artinwe or the voice. so therefore i have right to powerplay...and you powerplay my characters way to much....yours thoughtfuly Deawen of the Dragon Tears and Midira Keeper of the Phantoms...)


(oh yes the medallion would signify her claim to the Dragon tears......)

Midira folded the letter in half then placed it in her boot to keep it safe.

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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

(ooo....no trust among rebels...let's see....where's Thoren? he hasn't met me yet...)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(*lonely howl* ... ok, random O_O lol)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

I'll come and speak to you, I just need to figure out where you are, I'm alittle confused, But if you can tell me where you are and it fits for a chance meeting then I'll do it.

Thoren looked at midira, 'Her father so he is alive....hummm.' "You know I knew your father, that is why I sent for him, You probably don't know me I wasn't his most favorite in Morwen's company... I ran off probably when they needed me the most for reasons that have gone to past and have no need of recalling...Now will you join us or..." On the ground he noticed five flashes from mirrors that his archers held, there was another and another soon all his archers were making the signal. Thoren looked up. " Drat, looks like your dragon tear tratiors that were actually spys for the king have found us... Follow me." he then took out his flute and in one motion loaded it with a dart and shot it at a dragon tear that broke threw the brush. he then playedthree notes and the archers went out of cover and gave back up fire they then ran back into cover and shot fom other derctions, Thoren and the others ran. he looked over his shoulder, " sorry I had to use you as bait to lead them to me and to eliminate the three spys amoungst your ranks..."

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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