Post on my Non-LoTR RPG:

Life on the Desk

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

Deawen sighed "i know but it's so fun!"she whined

(happy? you better be!)

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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

Estel grinned.
"You need to get back to your duties. Its only proper."
she said quietly, meaning it.

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
<p>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

as they rode back Deawen looked moody and like a whipped dog she hated going back

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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 was sure to hide her sword at the back of her saddle, where they saddlebag hung down. Grima, again, didn't like it when women played with swords.

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

(i'll show him sword play! )

''lets get back before i destroy something"

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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 two handmaidens bid a fond farewell to Estel, and galloped back towards Edoras. Morwen tucked her sword under the saddlebag, making sure it was totally covered. This escapade made her feel much better.

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

(it's alive!) HI

Deawen took the horses back to their stalls the tired horses were given a good brushing and some carrots.

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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

(YES ITS BACK UP!!! hehe)

Estel shook her head sadly at the two.
"Crazy." she muttered. They would see her again... very soon too... but not as Estel. Nay, she would be Rana... the Wanderer. However she would not be recognized as a 'she' but in fact, a 'he'. For Estel, this was normal; her job made her do many of sorts that where odd such as this. She quickly rented a small room in an inn (haha, in an inn) and got to work. She took a blade to her hair. It didnt make her sad any more when she cut of fher hair. It was so much lighter short anyway. After cropping it much, she went to work on her attire. To disquise the fact she was a girl, a cloth bound tightly around her chest did the trick. Then she wore loose, ratty clothing like that of a peasant. Her face was did up with "make-up".... disquising her slightly femine features. However, one thing she could not hide as well was her scar. Thankfully, her character, Rana, was a poor peasant boy and she smudged dirt all of her scar. Now she would not be known as Estel... but Rana.




Rana walked towards the Royal Stables, a slight drag to his one foot. His head was low hanging, and his eyes cast downward. His hair was shorter than most men in Rohan's; but he didnt care. He knew what he was good at... and was going to accomplish his goal. Rana limped to the stable, and met with the owner.
"What do you want boy?" he growled.
"I was told to come here for a job sir." Rana replied.
"What could you do here?" the stablemaster grunted.
"I was sent here by the Lord Meathor sir."
The stablemaster glared uneasily at the dirty peasant boy with untrust. He just stood there, hands folded in front of him, eyes lowered to the ground.

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
<p>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

Deawen after putting the horses in their stalls was walking down the alley way when her attention was caught a boy talking to the stablemaster she stood there for a moment then she walked towards them she stopped a few feet away then listened. the boy was a peasant for sure drity and ragged she stiffened a bit but not tooo much here for a job maybe? yes that was it this young man was here for a job. "is he looking for a job?" Deawen asked the stable looked at her then nodded " i think i could put him to work...since i m a handmaiden now... i will need someone to take charge of the horses *

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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 was back preparing dinner. "Such menial tasks," she muttered to herself. At least she didn't have to serve it. It was just a "put the platters on the table just before they come in" dinners. She could go and read some of the manuscripts Eowyn had given her.

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

" right then you come with me..." Deawen lead the boy to her horses stalls. "these horses will be your charge Bredol,Breda,I will take care of lady eowyns horse..." with that Deawen left the stables the fourth bell rung Deawen rushed to the greathall her shift was up.
Deawen went to the kitchens "Dea you have serving tonight!" someone called Dea sighed and grabed two dishes and carried them to the hall.

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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

Rana did all he could do than to keep from smiling at the girl.
“Thank you m’lady.â€

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
<p>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

Deawen almost dropped a dish when she heard the knock and voice. she just ran into grima she was scared witless. what ah yes we could use some help..." Deawen studderd "here take that plater and carry it to the second table to the left."

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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 again stood to the side in the shadows with the wine pitcher. She had pinched a small pewter goblet from the kitchen, so she stood just next to a pillar in order to hide the wine she was "stealing". She thought she heard Deawen drop something. The royal meal was as silent and awkward as ever. Eowyn heard Deawen too. The levity was almost too much to bear. Eowyn started to shake, and she snorted into her gilded goblet. Deawen, what are you doing, she thought.

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

( i did not drop anything!)

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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