(ahahahaha! >< )

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

Eather that or dust bunnies, still muling over Daewen's signature

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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I don't really know how to continue so could someone kind of help Thoren out on how to start the finding process of Midira... I would really apriciate that

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

oh you are wrong on the signature guess 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

(k... ) Gerfalion returned sooner than Silmarwen expected. "Phantoms! To your left a few hundred paces, and they have Midira... though it doesn't seem they have harmed her" Silmarwen nodded, "it will be handled... continue on your way, Gerfalion.."

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

(I know I know! ^^ is the answer... shadow?... or... moister?.... moister is everywhere... 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 still say it should be dust bunnies they are the nightmare of all. And they could be your friend if you were as crazy as I am.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

(o_o .... yeah... right... dust bunnies... sure)

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

whispers* shadow.....*blows away in the wind*

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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 was right, I was right? ^^ )

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

congratz! you think like i do!

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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

(^_^ yay! hehe)

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

Midira followed the phantoms "you do not want to be with the rebells "

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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

Gerfalion returned quickly, though alone. "Where are they?" Silmarwen demanded. "They were ambushed, and did not wish to lead trouble here to the rebels," Gerfalion replied, "so they will remain behind until the trouble has gone." "But were they not beside the dragon tears camp? Surely there is safety in numbers..." Silmarwen didn't look very pleased. "The ambush happened between here and there, and Halbarad urges you to make haste while they hold them back. I will go and keep an eye on the outcome..." Silmarwen nodded to Gerfalion, "very well then..."

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

(o.0 dust bunnies? I guess I missed a lot...lol) <br>
Eomira tilted her head to the side and caught snatches of Silm's conversation. Turning to Thoren, she brushed past him and whispered very softly, <br>
"I'm going to track Mirdira...I'll keep in touch." She disappeared in the Woods, silent as a shadow.

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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I can only post once tonight, so here it is.

Thoren looked towards Silmarwen, " we should go, it goes against every bone in my body to let only her track but if your men are cornered then we must get back to my company. Only then can we help your friends. Some how they knew of our meating and where to find us, Which means that there may be more spys amungst us. Its time to get our old bait out again. The ring."

THoren and Silmarwen left silently, the archers left followed. Soon they came to a croping of trees, the sun bloted out, Thoren whistled lowly so that only elven ears could haer a tune much like Oaly oaly oxen free.
Soon a secret elivater arouse from under them and caried them up to the trees where sturdy two by fours were placed to form walk ways. They were amediatly surounded by archers, till they saw Thoren and then they relaxed. THoren brought Silmarwen to a small tent, there he un pacted a cloak just like his with a blue leaf."If you are to fight the way we do then you can not wear the clothes upon your back, Here this is speciliazed theives armour, not as strong as steel of the kings knights, but it increases moverability, and speed. I will up date you on every thing later but first we must come to the aid of your friends. But first you must change so you can be reconized and keep the polished metal, and remeber the code I told you it is the recrute signal, You still have not been oficaly excepted. also remember the tune I just played it will allow you to get into our camps." Thoren left the tent to let her change.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")