(paths of the dead? methinks it sound very much like it...and yes Barbaric remember you are dealing with one that is twice as barbaric so in a way your not as babaric.....)

Deawen had always drilled it into her mens heads that when captured you reveal nothing unless you wish for your blood oath to kill you. Midira wasn't sure what was going on but she didn't like it at all she glanced behind her no one was following she could escape now Midira slowed down her pace and crept so not to be heard by her captor.

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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

Eomira could not help but roll her eyes. What did she take her as? Eomira continued but called back behind her, <br>
"Wouldn't try that Mirdira. Cause then I'll only have to come after you." Eomira stopped and hid a smile and glanced behind her. Sighing she turned, <br>
"Mirdira...I won't hurt you. I'm not even capturing you! I'm getting you out of that mess. Now, you can either come with me, and I'll make sure nothing happens to you, or you can use to run away and I'll have to come after you. Which to tell you the truth is not my idea of how to defeat the King. So then," Eomira raised an eyebrow. <br>
"Are you willing to come with me and help defeat the King so that the rightful one can take his place? Or are you going to disappear and make me waste time looking for you?"

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Midira didn't answer but sped up her pace. she followed silently pulling her hood up she shurred the cloak a bit midira looked down when she heard a clinking sound it was her medallion she looked at it she fliped it around in her hands she gazed at the back side and it was no longer a gold flat surface it looked like fire she stared at in wonder then from the flames she saw her mother. Deawen was smiling she held a finger to her lips then the scene changed to the Dragon tears all in formation like this
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/\ | /\ then it changed to Deawen's prized Phantoms dressed in thier armor they used in open battle Midira wasn't sure why she was being shown the phantoms. then it showed the two Armies marching aginst each other then one word was heard in Midiras head "unite"

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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 watched silently, and when one of her men spoke, she gave him a look that silenced him. They were not to speak aloud unless spoken to or unless it was urgent, and it was she who should pose questions if anyone did in their small group. "Where is our destination?" Silmarwen questioned as she looked over at Thoren. (I'm not guessing ^^ I'm not good at guessing... lol)

A she-elf from Silmarwen's group came up and whispered to her. Silmarwen nodded and responded in a low voice, "Thank you, Eleshna, I shall keep that in mind..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Eomira glanced behind her and saw Mirdira staring at her pendant, but she had barged into the girl's affairs to much already. <br>
"tell me Mirdira, ever been to Rohan? Since the King has been in control?"

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THoren pulled Silmarwen to the side, "we are heading to our true fal back point, Rivendell. My men sucured it three days ago. I will admit that I believe there are spys umoungst our ranks, but they are men, that I know for the elves and drawves have faced many hard ships with the knig, most have lost all their families. But men are not as burdened, and they are greedy, that is how I believe that our men betry us, greed gets the best of them, so I only command elves and drwarves to assist in the major projects. humans work on the less major projects, its like a game of chess. I tell you this becouse you and your company need to know that, for if words, and plans reach the wrong ears then this rebelion id threw. So you must keep a well looked after tongue in front of men." He whispered. Then he spoke louder, to a normal voice. "We wait for a friend that wishes to walk with us. also we wait for night fall, that is when we depart on our.... route." he then pullled over one of his men and told him to wait for Midra and Eomira. He bowed then walked off.

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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Silmarwen nodded her understanding of the matter. "Amin weera" She spoke as she nodded, then turned to speak with the one who had come up to her earlier. They spoke in a whisper, then after a while the elf spoke louder, "Ed' i'ear ar' elenea! Mankoi?" One harsh glance from Silmarwen told the elf not to question her reasoning. "Amin naa lle nai..." the elf murmured and walked away, with somewhat of a frown.

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

"a long time ago when i my mother was still alive she had a house there." Midira answered

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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, I'm only gonna say this once [unless, of course, you keep messing it up]... D-W-A-R-F-S. Also, am I the friend that is to walk with you?)

Artinwe had ridden Ramadal [the original had died long ago, but he continued to name his grey mares after the first] after Thoren's host, and waited for an opportune time to meet with him. He figured that now was an opportune time. He donned (I love that word) one of his vambraces and turned it so that it caught the sun thrice. Thoren told his archers to stand down (does that count as powerplaying? I'm a little skittish about it now), and Artinwe rode up and greeted him. He took a good, long look at Silmarwen, then said, "Eleshna? So you did fight with Deawen! Mellon nin!" And he hugged her. *Deawen turns over in grave*

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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....

(Eleshna is a friend, one among Silmarwen's elves right now ^^ But I shall count that hug as going towards Eleshna lol)

Eleshna, who was among the other elves with Silmarwen, was a bit shocked and at first alarmed at being embraced. "Artinwe? Ah! I remember now! It has been long! How does it fare with thee, especially in such troubled times?"

Silmarwen cleared her throat and Eleshna quieted her voice, "I am sorry to hear of Deawen's passing... these troubled times do not allow for many to catch up on happenings... it was quite a while ago that I fought among the Phantoms... Silmarwen did as well, and that was the second time I served Deawen, though I do not believe you had been there at the time..."

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

men..... oh its okay i find more...lol )

hey i gat a riddle for you dodos (ti qaun dodos ATTACK!)

here, there,
creating fear.
starting rumors
with great humor

fighting, hiding,
whats with all this chiding

finding us may be a mistake
but it is a risk you must take

any guesses?

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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

(o_O I'm gonna have to think about that one....)

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~Cyclist in Training~

Midira followed silently not wanting to metion her mothers message from the she learned that the Dragon tears were divided and neede to be united as one whole 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

Eomira glanced at Mirdira and smiled. <br>
"Then I will have to take you someday. " She looked ahead and saw one of Thoren's men, making sure Mirdira was close she went up to him. <br>
"where'd they go?"

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Midira waited but she felt uncomfortable not knowing where she could be attacked she stayed as close to Eomira as possible.

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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

(orry, Silm! I'm so embarrassed . I didn't remember anybody besides Eleshna joining with Deawen... I feel stupid now. I think I'll go bang my head on something....)

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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....