Adastrea bit her lip, she knew they needed to get moving. She climbed onto the horse with Thinren to keep him from falling off and to lead his horse on. Her mare followed obediently.

Jardius climbed slowly on his horse and drew his hood over his face to hide it, he felt broken and humiliated, but at the same time angry and hoping that it would all be worth it, but how couldn`t it be worth it? Jardius rode after them quietly whispering to himself all tough he didn`t notice it himself.

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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!

Adastrea slowed Thinren's horse to allow Jardius to catch up. When they reached Ithilien, she dismounted the horse and let some men help Thinren down. They showed her where they all could stay and took care of the horses. Adastrea sat in the room that was given to Thinren, staying by his side and gently holding his hand, hoping he would awaken.

Thinren heard the sound of a waterfall, he smiled to himself and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Adestrea's face. His smile grew.
"Hullo."
He stroked her hand with his free hand and smiled at her face.

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

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Adastrea smiled and leaned her head slightly into his hand. She looked relieved, she bit her lip, dropping his hand quickly, her face blushing a little.

Thinren stayed laying down but rolled to his side to look at her.
"How was the journey? No trouble I hope?"

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

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She smiled slightly, "No trouble....how are you feeling?"

"I feel a lot better now, thank you."
He sat up and faced her.
"I just wish the elf didn't have to hit me so hard."
He laughed a little.
"Where is our friend anyway?"

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

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Deawen examined the ferrets closly she looked up at cora "did i linger too long?" she asked, the ferrets rolled around her lap over her hands she thought of what to call them they had little leather collars around thier necks she slipped them off.

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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

"They led him to the room left of this one." She said sitting up slightly.

i just read the post of yours and i thought "how would Deawen or sen kill Balor we seem to be in two diffrent places....)

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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

(Actually... I think Balor is still in Minas Tirith... the stables last I heard ... we could follow him... or he could burst in or something like that... lol)


Cora chuckled and shook her head at Deawen, then watched the two ferrets in amusement.

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

Deawen wasn't sure how these litle things could be good spies,scouts or thieves. she let them be for a bit keeping them in her lap.

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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

Jardius had left his room a while ago and had found a comfortable place to sit down, it was rocky, but he didn`t really mind as he stared towards the horizon.

"How far must I go?"

He whispered to the wind, but knew that there was one listening to him.

That is up to you... failure leads to losing everything like Neracelc and I guess I didn`t tell you that Neracelc isn`t his real name did I? It is the name for that silent and cold assasin somewhere out there, but he was once sonething else that none could expect... so think about that dear elf...

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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!

Thinren nodded.
"I hope you were recieved by the rangers?"
He stood and walked over to a small table picking up a jug and pouring a small goblet of water into it.
"And how is the elf? I heard strange voices when he spoke."

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

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"The rangers were fine, they did not give me any trouble." She said, lying just a bit. "Jardius...is under Melachor's control...." She said softly.