Deawen tired to look at her side but she could not bring herself to look at such a wound she figured she had worse but not at a time like this she was alone in the city with only a hand ful of men and her house overrun

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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, I thank you too but we must be on our way."
He grabbed Adestrea's hand and pulled hard to get them both out quickly. He could not defend himself or indeed Adestrea against a skilled elf weilding a full length blade.
He quickly walked with her back onto the street and kept the speed up, making sure she never lagged behind.
"Back to the barracks. We'll be safer there."

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

[!*#_:]

When Thinren said back to the barracks, Adastrea stopped dead in her tracks. She was nearly dragged, but stood her ground. When Thinren looked at her questioningly she hesitated, "I am not safe in the barracks, Thinren. I am not safe anywhere. The guard grabbed me in the barracks. There are guards that work for Balor in there."

He looked at her with a slight sense of dispair. It was hopeless. Minas Tirith appeared to be crawling with spies and evil people. He thought it would be safe for her, obviously he was wrong.
He sat on a nearby bench and thought. He had exhausted all his ideas. He fist slammed itself down next to him and shouted out. His head dropped and his voice became very quiet.
"I don't know what to do Adestrea. I thought you'd be safe her but I've just brought more danger to you."

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

[!*#_:]

Adastrea winced slightly when he slammed his fist down and shouted out. She looked down slightly and then sat beside him. "Thinren, I know your intentions were good and I thought I would have been safe here as well. My life has been like this since the beginning and I see no end to it until I finally lose to them." She said quietly. SHe was debating leaving Minas Tirith, leaving everyone and everything and living alone in the woods until death found her.

Thinren slowly shock his head and looked at Adestrea.
"No...no i won't give up. There's one more place here i can take you that no one else knows about."

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

[!*#_:]

Jardius turned back to the window with a sad smile as they left, he looked them exit the library in a hurry. Apparently the guard, Thinren didn`t trust him, but who could blame him since Jardius had actually trusted someone far more worse.

"Are you happy now old man for lying to her, is our deal over?"

Melachor stepped out of the shadows.

"What do you think?"

"No.... You want me to follow her.."

Melachor nodded.

"But when she is free I shall give you what you desire all tough dealing with me... is like dealing with death because I can`t guarentee anyone of you will survive..."

Jardius turned at Melachor.

"Very well... I´ll observe h.."

Melachor interrupted Jardius.

"She is leaving, it`s not safe here in Minas Tirith..."

"Why am I not suprised..."

"You should be because you will be packing your gear tonight and don´t even think running away from this deal... you know what Neracelc was like... and that would be your faith... maddness or finding your mother again... it`s all up to you... and if you die, but succeed I will help her to get among her own kin..."

Melachor disappeared and Jardius took the bottle in his hands from the table, he placed it in the closet and left to find his gear that he had used when he fought in the war of the ring.

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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!

Cora had left Sen and Deawen, seeing as how she seemed to go unoticed and would be of no help to them. She pulled her hood up and stepped into the street with a quiet sigh. Walking against the shadows, she paused, hearing the talking of familiar voices. It was that of the gondorian and the elf. She remained in the shadows and listened carefully.

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

Adastrea looked at Thinren questioningly. "Where?" She asked softly.

(OOC: Silmarwen, do not be afraid to cut right in; just because I am speaking with Deawen for a couple of posts, does not mean I can't immediately switch to speaking with you...)

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(Well... it's just Deawen didn't seem to take notice that Cora had said the wound should be healed... yet Cora said it twice, that the wound would be healed... meh, nvm... I can't expect too much after jumping into an rp at such a late time... I did read the whole thing before joining at least... lol)

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

im not going to fuss right now i feel like i could bite someones head off *smiles sweetly*

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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

(Mhmm... I feel that way at times too... yup yup...)

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

(See Sen! I'm right in being afraid! I might get my head bitten off ^^ ... oh well, I really don't care. Just ignore me if I complain. I just come here to rp and try to get my mind off things... I'd get terribly depressingly bored... lol, depressed is bad enough, but bored adds to the frustration)

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

Umm take a deep breath it looks like you said all that in one breath....singing helps me i sing alot of celtic and stuff.)

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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 ....... singing.... um... ok ^^ *sings Jingle Bells*)

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