Silmarwen followed, though reluctant to leave the others behind. She observed carefully, remaining silent, and nodded as Thoren spoke. "Hannon le..." she spoke before he left.

After changing into the attire given to her, Silmarwen stepped outside the tent and looked around, taking everything in at one glance. She belted her sword around her waist and rested her hand upon the hilt.

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

"they will track us.."Midira said after awhile one phantom turned "oh we know Thoren will send someone out most likely but.." the phantom smiled "but..we willl give a chase..." the other phantoms held out thier right hands to show the brand mark. "when your mother left this world a group of phantoms swore they would protect Deawens daughter from anything that poses a threat. and this thoren and the king are a threat to you since you cammand one of the largest army of skilled fighters each side will ask you too fight as you know." the phantoms moved forward quickly stopping when they reached open light. "i cannot say which is evil and which is not but i can say the kings actions only benifit him no one else and for Thoren he is fighting to keep the old ways alive." "are you part of the old ways?" Midira asked "no we are part of a new world Midira.."
"i advise you not to choose sides yet both sides if they don't like what you do you could end up dead...and Midira you are very much like you mother she was sometimes rash or would go against orders and it almost caught up with her.."

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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

Thoren bowed when Silmarwen came out of the tent, "good you look just like one of us, Though it is a little big, but don't worry the drawves back at the fall back point will fit you with a better fiting atire that are fit to your comforts. Now I have ordered the braking of camp, these are the men that will help us, all elves, I didn't want any men in this company, they are lets say our weakest link, all the others really have no reason for betraing the rebelin. Now, lets go find your men." Aroura sat on his shoulder, she flew off when Thoren stoped speaking. "But where is her men, sir." Spoke one of the elves. "Lets let her take lead with me I only overheard what her bird said, so it would be better for her to take lead with me. Now Aroura will oversee her mens escape we only fight long enuf for them to escape and get a head start to the fall back point then we will use our liquid fire to stall them for a while longer, till we can escape. And I want it controled, we still have two allies in the forest around us, Now move out." They all departed emidiatly. While the others broke camp and start to put to flame and destroy any evidence of them being there.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Head for the hills Jarrett is coming!!!!!!

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Eomira listened carefully to Mirdira and the Phantoms speaking. She raised an eyebrow. They were aware someone was following them...Eomira almost giggled. She could take care of that. She stayed up in the trees and watched them quietly.

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(haha! Deawen! I just realized you joined the forum on my b-day:D)

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Guess what, guys? JARRETT'S IN THE HOUSE!!!!!! All right, well it's a forum, but you know what I mean. Hi Deawen!!! you can call me monkey, or Tybalt. whatever floats your boat. Moo. I am achieving elf status, because elves are COOL. They have maces. And swords. I like swords. They are shiny. Like foil. You can wrap chicken in foil, or it will mold. Mold is bad it has bacteria. so does fungus. Okay, my brain hurts, so I'm gonna lay down. Bye.

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There aint no party like a Jarrett Kirk party 'cause a Jarrett Kirk party don't stop!!

(Hey, about what time of day is it? I want to get back, but I have an appointment at midnight with my daughter...[In the post; I don't really have a daughter])

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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....

(Monkey! You spelled "Tybalt" correctly! Yay! I wondered if you were gonna join. You know, "forum" actually comes directly from the Latin... *Tybalt stabs Artinwe* Artinwe says to his other personality, "Why the devil came you between us?" and dies. Dramatically. Anyvei....

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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....

Silmarwen returned the bow, then nodded. She was for the most part silent, but when told she should lead to the others, she spoke, "I do not know where they are, and I must await the return of Gerfalion, then he can lead us there, but I know that it is on the way from here to the dragon tears' camp..."

After they had departed a ways, Silmarwen let out the call of a hawk, and the form of a large bird could be seen above shortly after. She waited for him to land, then asked urgently, "where are the others?" With a ruffle of his feathers, Gerfalion replied, "They are holding their own, not far from where we stand. If you listen closely, you may hear the sound of battle. Move swift though, they are losing strength!" Silmarwen nodded, "very well... and what of Halbarad? Pray tell he yet stands..." "Indeed, as I have said, they are holding them off, no losses as of yet..." With that, Gerfalion returned to the sky and flew in the general direction of the faint sound of steel clanging against steel.

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

(A plauge on Both of YOUR HOUSES! 8) )

welcome Tybalt/monkey

news flash: okay appenrently Dad has been talking about not being called sir...hehehe

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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

(And on the stiff necks of Dwarfs/ Elves!)

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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....

(correction: plague .... ^^)

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

(lol Silmeh)

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Everytime you make a one word post...a cactus dies

stupid spelling errors

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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

(Deawen, I've gotten over them; *switches to Highland accent* why cannae you?)

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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....