to end this fight! i cannot let you.."Adrod said

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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

Why not, may I ask?

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Ardod laughed " please sit down and i will tell you!"
Sen sat down "im getting my revenge for those horselords foolishness i was banished for a friendship i could not help this is my way of attacking and reclaiming what is mine!" Adrod said rather quickly
"and what of Deawen? you ask her part in this is simply she is a pawn if she gets close to edoras my plans work but so far she has been rather difficult because of Artinwe and Morwen her friends...so i thought how could i get rid of them aww yes make Deawen feel betrayed and her fire grows and she is more willing to fight. Morwen is clever but she knows little of a warfare mind Artinwe however ignorrant fool this brave young suitor sharing in my triumph but he will also share my Death..." Ardod explained

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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

(sorry Artinwe i couldn't help the Phantom of the opera line i was listening to it i thought ohhhhh must do that!)

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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 walked in to the tent that housed daewen and the other elf, who was fast a sleep. Nightwing (AKA: the flying turkey) sat on his shoulder. he wore armour of his own design, made for easy movement but strong enuff that a sword would not cut him, at least for a while till it was to damaged. he wore his normal clothes over this, broud sword resting in its sheeth on his back, over a black cape with a blue leaf. It brought back memories of his theiving days, a "phantom of the night", though not to be mixed up with Daewens phantoms. The hood was draped over his head, face hidden in shadow. he stood over deawen, a vision flashed over his sight to were he saw two images at the same time. blood filled the room so thick you could cut it his eyes misted over to foresight and then it stoped. he shoock deawen and waited for her to wake, when she did she looked startled and grabed her knife and made to stab him he grabed her arm and forced it down and took the knife. "I must speek with you Deawen... I must tell my vision, I must tell why I joined this war, and you are the only one that can doany thing about it. Though I do not have all the answers... Come.

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

(Thoren, you thieverizing little... elf! Elves don't thieverize! Leave it to the Dwarfs, man.)

Wilyalinte (my Gyr falcon; and no, Deawen, it's not a 'Grrr!' falcon) was hunting around Dol Amroth. Suddenly, she heard Artinwe's Voie calling her "Wilyalinte, I need your help. I need you to spy on Adrod. can you do that for me? " he asked. Immediately she turned around and sped through the night.

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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....

"unhand me!" Deawen shouted it was not loud but not effective Deawen kicked him in the knee then in the grone (is that how spell it?) he let go Deawen rushed back drawing a second knife .

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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

(Who is touching you?)

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

inferno dragon 25 aka thoren....
what is it with you people and using flying turkeys and ducks as scouts!))))))))

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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 own an eagle-owl, what would that be?)

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

the flying chicken..

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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

(OOC: The bloody thing keeps logging me out...)
*Sen thought for a moment, before replying.*
Then may I ask who put forward to banish you? Was it perhaps a mand by the name of Grima Wormtongue?

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

"aye thats him" Ardod spat

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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

Indeed, then we share a common enemy. Halt your attack on Rohan; I will deal with Grima myself, and return you to your rightful place.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

"halt my attack! that i cannot 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

(Deawen, it's spelled "groin" or "groyn".)

Artinwe was awoken by the sudden screaming in the tent. He saw Thoren sillhouetted against the moonlight streaming in. Deawen was attacking him with a knife. "Deawen!" he yelled, "what are you doing?"

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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....