Anira glanced as up as she heard the command. Gritting her teeth, she buried her dagger in the flesh of an Easterling before moving back. This battle may be lost, but at least we may have a chance to regroup, she thought. Keeping her daggers in her hand, Anira continued to slash at any Easterling that approached her as she made her way back to the mountain.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Deawen rode up and down the streets of Dale, shouting her message. After her voice was hoarse, she finally tugged her rein towards the mountain. She galloped up the mountian path, her horse giving it's last strength to safety. Once near the gate Deawen dismounted to the side and led her horse in the mountain. The tired steed didn't even protest into being led into a cave of darkness, only a small whicker was the noise she made. " It's alright mare, we are safe now I think.." she said more to herself than the horse. Following the tunnle till she came to another, she found a makeshift stable. It seemed that maybe the leaders of Erebor knew the mountian would be the last stand of Men and Dwarves. Several other horses and their riders were there in the make shift stable. All of the horses were wounded or completely exausted. After seeing to her horses wounds and needs Deawen left in search of her new master, which to her wasn't a pleasant thought. She wound through the mountian vaugly knowing where she was going.

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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

Garson killed a few more Easterlings before running back to the safty of the Mountain. When everyone that could be saved were safley in the Mountain, the gates were shut tight to the flow of Easterlings. The one or two that might have gotten inside were quickly killed. Lanterns and torches were lit on all the walls. Wounded dwarves and men lay everywhere.

Garson, using his hammer almost like a staff, made his way to the dwarf council room. There the captains and advisers were gathered, trying to discuss a plan of action. And who would now be Lord of Erebor and Dale.

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When Deawen reached the council room she sat outside the door letting her weariness take hold of her, aloowing herself to rest. All of her masters had died in a single day, this tore at her heart unmerciless, she had no idea who she served or what her position was. The last she knew was she was a messenger and partial ambassodor. When Deawen saw Garson she stood up hastily and bowed slightly, " I am glad to see you made it alive, my lord Garson." she said politely

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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

Garson nodded, and bowed slightly to Deawen.
"Just Garon, please. Glad to see you are alive as well, er... I don't believe I caught your name," he said, leaning on his hammer...

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" Deawen, " she put in politely " My name is Deawen of the house of Elsent." she said referring to her noble house. She looked down slightly in embarrasment " I honestly don't know where I am supposed to report to, I don't even know who I serve now." she admitted.

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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, " she put in politely " My name is Deawen of the house of Elsent." she said referring to her noble house. She looked down slightly in embarrasment " I honestly don't know where I am supposed to report to, I don't even know who I serve now." she admitted.

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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

Grair walked into the room and glanced about at the motley crew assembled. His armor was stained black and his braided beard was coming undone. He nodded as if he had decided something to himself. He gave a swift bow to both Daewen and Garsun, "I am glad to see that others have fared well," he said in a gruff politness.

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Maethoriel drawled out in a cynical tone, "We won't all be well if we hole up here for too long," she added. Leaning in the doorway to the room she too looked over the group, her attitude still black as she had not completely recovered from her attitude in battle. Her face was covered in blood like the rest of her garments, and only the black scar over her eye stood out from the red.

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Deawen bowed in return. She looked at the half elf her face blank of emotion, " What you say is true, but one should never dispair so soon, once hope is lost what is there to fight for? " she asked her voice went from meek politeness to her usual diplomatic voice.

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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 bowed in return. She looked at the half elf her face blank of emotion, " What you say is true, but one should never dispair so soon, once hope is lost what is there to fight for? " she asked her voice went from meek politeness to her usual diplomatic voice.

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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

Garson nodded to Meathoriel and Grair in turn as they came up.
"We should wait and see what the advisors and captains decide. We may be stuck in here for awhile by the looks of it," he said...

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Grair nodded, slightly unhappy at the news of being stuck inside while they were under siege. "Aye, I'm sure that some decision will be reached soon. Although, I am afraid I'm not fond of the idea of being cooped up in here while war is literally at our doorstep."

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The half-elf cursed darkly under her breath, her lip curling into a snarl before returning to a solemn straight line, "I do not appreciate being kept here at all. I am not comfortable in these cold halls of stone, they offer no happy thoughts to me, unfortunately. I would rather be outside fighting than cofined here," she muttered unhappily.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


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Anira walked into the room where the others had gathered. Her tunic was stained with her own blood from where an Easterling blade had grazed her shoulder and a small cut could be seen on her cheek from a swipe she had received on her retreat. She gave all present a polite nod before leaning against a stone wall. She could understand the half-elf's feelings. She hated the feeling of confinement. "No doubt they will lay siege to this place," she muttered darkly. "I hope we can come up with a counterattack soon."

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Maethoriel grinned down at her dwarvish companion, "See Grair, I told you I am not the only one who feels caged," she said in a nearly happy tone that was quickly cut off as the red bearded dwarf elbowed her ribs. "Oi, lad. That was uncalled for," she growled her brows knitting together in annoyance. The dwarf gave her a brief smile, "It most certainly was, I am sure no one else wants to listen to any more of your cynicism and whining, Thorn. It is most unbecoming," he responded jokingly.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me