She smiled and nodded, it seemed like such a long way off. She looked over at Minas Tirith, it had been long since she had been in Gondor. She just hoped she would be left alone and not followed or captured there.

Deawen stared for a moment "soldeirs?" she gasped Bredol nickered.
Deawen listened to Thirens humming then his words "hmm strange is'n it the gift of healing..."the voice whispered "aye..."

"Thinren i would normaly agree with the barracks but I..." Deawen stopped Thinren was a soldier of Gondor he could easily arrest her for being an assassin...

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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

Thinren turned to look at her.
"Hmm? But what?"

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Deawen thought for a moment then continued "no one knows i have the house the barracks is sort of predictable as well the Lady's house..." Deawen waited to see if Thinren bought it.

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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

He thought for a moment.
"Well that is true, but the barracks is full of my fellow soldiers, it is doubtful that someone could get in without their knoweldge."
He looked at her.
"You disagree with my descision?"

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Neracelc needed a place to see all arrival`s and doubted that they would try to hide their apprence or at least her companions...

Hmph... only weaklings are depended on other people...

He rented a room in an inn near the gate and up stairs so that he could see all entries to the city, he sat by the window and waited....

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"yes i do, soldiers or no i feel that could be a mistake!" Deawen said softly but Deawen could prove that his fellow soldiers could not detect every thing. they did not detect some of her spies earler that year and they sort of stood out like a sore thumb. Bredol whinned then started to get excited "no bredol we are not running save your strength you will need it!" Deawen shouted trying to control her horse.

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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

Thinren took hold of the reins and calmed the horse down with soft whispers.
"Well I think it's the best hidding place. It's either that, your place or my house outside of the barracks"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Deawen took back the reigns "thanks!" she whispered "I will follow you..." Deawen sighed it pained her to say it but she didn't want to be left behind

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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

Adastrea was quiet as the two argued on where to keep her hidden. She hated hiding with a passion. She was used to the way she was when she lived n Mordor. She got things done, no hiding, no waiting, no questions asked. She wanted this to be over, but the only way that would ever happen is to kill Balor and Neracelc. She had no idea where balor had been hiding as of late, but she knew had spies who were following her every move, whether of not they were hired to kill her. She shuddered slightly, the thought of being followed and watched made her nervous. She kept on walking, they were beginning to near the city gates.

Bredol had started to bite and kick now "Bredol!" Deawen shouted as the horse reared Bredol was opposed to something and he stood by it. Deawen pulled back the reines Bredol snorted then started to go mad he charged then he would stop Deawen held on she would yell for him to stop but she did not prevail. Deawen had to calm him down some how , Bredol charged again but he slipped and crashed to the ground. he was on his side Deawen's right leg was under him. Bredols leg was caught in a strap Deawen pulled her self free Bredol screamed in terror he began to choak Deawen pulled out a knife she cut the strap then helped Bredol up. "Don't you ever do that again!" Deawen coughed dust coated her mouth and throat. Deawen continued to talk him Bredol was not hurt just frightened Deawen's right leg was bruised badly Deawen limped a little she did not want to ride Bredol if was frightened.

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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

Well, it looks like you have finally made it to Minas Tirith, friends.
*Said a figure by their sides that hadn't been there but a moment before. It was Sen, and he was leading a larger black warhorse.*
Show caution, my friends; he is here...

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

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Adastrea nearly jumped when Sen seemed to show up out of nowhere. She was still unsure about how much she could trust this dark warrior. When he mentioned that he was there, Adastrea felt sick, "If he didn't kill me in the woods when he had the perfect chance, maybe he let it be? Why would he go through all the problems of trying to kill me again after I am rested and energized?" She did not understand this man, but then again, Mordor drove people mad, she had only refused to let it do so to her.

*As Sen wal;ed beside them, his eyes scanned the surroundings, ever cautious.*
Who knows what the depths of Mordor may do to a man? I have been through there, and come out mentally unscathed. Yet evils there, if embraced, will corrupt you through and through...

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(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Adastrea said nothing to him about her time in Mordor. She walked silently as they came upon the gates, "I do not know where would be a better place to keep myself hidden, but I wonder if Neracelc will just leave me be now....Maybe I would be alright in my home or some other place without a lot of people. I would prefer it, for not all men treat elves with the kindness you all have shown me...." She said quietly. She wasn't sure which would be better, her mind was too clouded to know for sure.

Thinren aproached the gates walking ahead of the others. He tilted his head all the way back to look up at the guard on watch.
"who goes there?" called the guard.
"Thinren, Ranger of Gondor!"
The guard looked around and nodded.
"And your companions?"
Thinren looked behind him then back at the guard.
"They seek shelter within the city, it is growing dark and they need a place to stay."
The guard nodded and slowly the large gates opened. Thinren turned to the others and smiled.
"Welcome my friends to Minas Tirith, Greatest of all the cities of men!"
He felt proud to say that, for he throughly believed it was true. He walked into the main coutyard and gazed upon the city in the weak light. He smiled to himself.
"It's good to be home."
He lead the group in and head the gates close behind them. A small group of soldiers walked towards them and Thinren bowed.
"My liege."
"Do you bring any news on the prisoner?"
"I saw him my Lord, He may be in the city."
The leader of the small group nodded and bade Thinren into a small guardhouse to divulge the details of his mission. Before he left Thinren turned to the group who entered with him.
"I shalln't be a moment, please wait here or go into that nearby Inn. I just have to discuss with my Lieutenant about the events. I'll be back soon."
He smiled and walked towards the small guardhouse.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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