(Patience is a virtue, and virtue has its own rewards. Heehee, guess where that one's from, Artinwe!! Yes, just go.)

Thoren's bird landed next to her with a message. She read it with no emotion. Sighing, she tried to get the bird up onto her shoulder, but it was loath to do so, therefore she gave it a bit of meat and let it hop around and entertain itself. It really had quite a sense of humour. She resumed reading her book.

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

(Deawen, Inferno's gone. He won't be attacking Adrod's camp anytime soon.)

Deawen slept for the greater part of the day. She awoke around sunset. Artinwe escorted her to Morwen's tent so they could speak with her. Artinwe pulled back the flap, bowing Deawen inside. He entered behind her, and bowed before Morwen. "I want to go back to my camp," Deawen said flatly. Artinwe and Morwen simultaneously jumped up with a great "NO!" "Yes," Deawen said. " There is nothing I can do here. I can bide my time, but Adrod will continue to look for me." "You mean, 'hunt for you'," Artinwe said. "He now is no longer your brother, Deawen. He is evil. He will destroy you at the first chance he gets." Morwen sat back down. "Artinwe," she said gently, "I think she is right. She has to go back sooner or later." Artinwe was fuming at this. "Do you mean that you would throw away your best friend just because 'she has to go back sooner or later'?" deawen stood up and kissed him. "I wasn't planning on going alone, you know," she said, smiling at him. "All right, then. On three?" Artinwe asked. "On three," she agreed. "One..." "Goodbye, Morwen." "Two..." "Be careful, you two!" Morwen shouted. "Three!" And they vanished .

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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....

okay i wasn't expecting that!)

Deawen vanished with Artinwe the appeared back in her tent Drad was there he jumped up Deawen placed a hand on his shoulder "what news?"

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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

"Binnan se nama of Bema, hwa beon oðer (In the name of Orome, what is next)?" she sighed to herself. She would be thankful when this was all over, and she could get back to the real enemy. But if Grima keeps this up, she thought, I will be out of the cavalry anyway. Aelfred came in. "My lady, a message..." "Thankyou, leof (sir)." She broke the seal, a royal seal.

"In the name of Theoden King, it has been issued that upon your return, be you victorious or or defeated, Lady Morwen, Captain of the 3rd Eored of the Westfolde, will be discharged forthwith, under the new law of Partition of Effeminacy for Martial Duty. No military medals decorations, &c, will be removed from your person. However, you shall be stripped of all military titles, which will be given to you replacement, chosen by you. As proof of your abdication, you shall come to Edoras and present this letter as soon as your current mission concludes.
--Grima Wormtongue, Ruling Regent Advisor."

It took all Morwen could muster not to destroy the letter. Shaking slightly, she folded it and pressed the seal to flatten the letter. She put it in the pouch on her belt and sighed. "What is it?" asked Aelfred. "Would you care to read it?" she asked him. "No, I'd rather not. I can't read, you see..." Morwen nodded. "Well then, it is a notice of my termination due to my effeminacy," she said. Aelfred blinked, not understanding a word. "They have sacked me because I'm a woman. Grima has passed a new law." "Oh...I'm sorry," he said, unsure how to respond. Morwen smiled a cold smile and gave him leave to go. He hurried out, and she stared at the fire.

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

oh that stinks!)

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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

(That's not fair... can I challenge Grima, too?
And Deawen, of course you weren't expecting that! It's not of my personal mandate to be predictable! *scoffs*)

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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....

(OOC: Um... I'm still waiting for Adrod's reply, thus the lack of posting...)

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

OOC: whatever Cabrador Artinwe.....(couln't resist)
CURVE BALL!

Adrod looked at sen "i will postpone my attack...for my sisters sake..."

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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

*Sen nodded, and stepped out.*
I will see what I can do, Adrod.
*Sen took up his weapons again, and called for Flarenath. The huge warhorse was there within a few seconds, and Sen mounted him, patted his side, and spoke softly into his ear.*
We ride for Medusel...

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(OOC: Meduseld)

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

THoren saw Sen leave he jumped down next to him, " had fun? What did you learn, I must find out what my visions meen. I shall leave my company and head for Rohan, then rivendell, I will then come back and finish my fight. THese visions are starting to drive me to insanity."
He waited for Sen replided

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

Inferno Dragon 25 aka Thoren also know as the guy who keeps calling ME DEAWEN at school....

Drad sighed '' your brother is looking for you...he won't attack right now he will though in the morning" (remember they do not know of Adrods choice)

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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 have learned much, Thoren, and the events come to a crucial point when I ride to Meduseld, to speak with Grima Wormtongue. You may accompany me, if you think that will quell your anxieties about your visions that you have been having.

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

THank you

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

(Sorry for my long absence; computer privelidges were revoked.)

Drad dropped formalities and gave Deawen a bear hug, almost tearing up. "Milady, we did'n't know what had happened to you," he sobbed. "Drad, get off me!" Deawen said, almost crying herself. Artinwe stood by, saying, "Deawen, I thought we were to reappear in Adrod's tent?" Deawen apologised, "Artinwe, I could'n't leave Drad with no knowledge of me! He is more brother to me than ever Adrod was." "Do'n't say that, milady!" Drad scolded fiercely. "Deawen," Artinwe cut in, " We must go to your brother, at once. You know my mind." Deawen sighed, "All right," and Artinwe held her tight and said, "Deawen, if you have no objection, I will take us there." Deawen nodded, and Artinwe prepared to take them; and then Deawen grabbed Drad and they all vanished:bye: from the tent.

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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....

Artinwe!)

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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