(infreno watch it if a flying dart comes flying at me better hope the poison works fast. and pray your sight thinks fast.... And Artinwe i know but still...you still called me Deawen! ha ha )

"someone is near by i must go..."Deawen said, she got to her feet.

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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 did NOT call you "Deawen"! )

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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....

you did too call me Deawen!)

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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

"Goodbye, Deawen," Artinwe said. "I love you always. But you must not kill Morwen. I will defend her to the last." Artinwe vanished . Deawen remounted and rode back to the Phantoms.

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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....

ha ha

as Deawen rode back to her camp tears streaked down her face. "i was not assigned to kill Morwen only to attack to see how well Edoras was prepared.
and so far she had been pushed back by Morwen. Deawen raced into the camp it was now four times the size as it was last time she was there. most were asleep she went inside her tent it was already made for her. Deawen took off the armor and her sword she sat in her chair and thought about what she was going to do. " Morwen will not give up her intenions were not bent on killing me but to destory
my army then who knows what to what i have left she now has a new force those are threats to me i don't want to use my power but she is forcing me to do so!" Deawen thought

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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 went to sleep she dreamt. she formed a plan in her mind " she could attack now in the dark there was no moon it was perfect Morwen would expect her to retreat and move away before dawn but not for her to attack Now is the time if Morwen's men survive they will later fear the phantoms for thier ways now was the time!"
Deawen woke in a cold sweat "no i can't do that !" Deawen whispered five hours had passed Deawen sent for her concil. they all sat around a map. " morwen will expect us to move away now but she will follow us..." Deawen started "my lady Morwen has renforcements along the way she will match us in numbers" Drad reported Deawen sat for a moment "yes she can easily match us now but if i send word to Adrod he will send us four hundred more... Morwen is no fool she knows we aren't a band of rebles or a weak army but she knows i will not attack her in the night only because we were once friends..." "but my lady now is the time when she least expects it." one of the captains protested "and how would we do it?" Deawen asked "my lady we could set fire to the camp or atleast around thier camp then we could slip out and head for the north towards edoras..." Drad said Deawen rised one eyebrow "i think that might work Drad good lets do this then...i want the blue to ride to the top of the hill just above the rohhirim camp but do not attack. the red i want to move west then north after 12 miles, and the phantoms know what to do.." Deawen set her commands.

(now just because you guys can read what is going on does not mean you can "listen in " on it you do not know my plans!)

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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

Morwen cat napped until around 2 in the morning. She could hear the reinforcements now. These were not the farmers that she was commanding, but members of the Royal Guard and the fortified towns in the Westfold. Tent flaps opened, sentries yelled, and sleepy eyes were rubbed as they rode up. To Eohric, the leader of the fresh troops, she said, "Eow beon mæst fægere-cuman! (You be most well-come)" She ran up, but kept to professionalism. She led him to her tent, inviting in some of her lieutenants for the conference. "Hu fela agan cuman?(How many have come?)" "Tre-Hunds (Three hundred)." "Hu fela æt Edoras? (How many at Edoras?)" she continued anxiously, her voice low. "Fif-hunds(five-hundred)," Eohric answered in a steady voice. "Bewitan beon Edoras? (Edoras is garrisoned?)," she said in shock. "Giese, guð hwil hatan (Yes, war calls for it.)" "God, seo es eal." She began to plan for the morning's attack. "Hwyll, call for double sentry."

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

I see you watch with the same eyes I do, friend.
*A voice said, barely a whisper, next to Thoren. Sen was crouched next to him on the branch, watching Artinwe and Deawen. He had not made a sound that signaled his approach or his presence...*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(oh good someone else to sneak up on me or i have a better idea shoot thoren yes thats a wonderful idea one less poisoned dart to come flying at me...sorry couldn't resist inferno but you call me evil again evil you get...)

it was still dark out perfect for a fight some thought but to Deawen this was perfect for escaping as she put it. the red and blue were already gone by the time she was ready. the phantoms stood in ranks dressed in the usual garb black cloaks armor everything. "listen good my brothers
we now go into your kind of war but we will try to prevent blood shed as much as possible, However Morwen's men will not you must be swift and precise on this mission if you are caught we cannot go back you life will then rest in thier hands..." Deawen yelled to her men "you all have been givin your orders you are the ones who will triumph over this day so take it! it is yours!"(thank you achilles! from the moive TROY)
the phantoms cried out thier battle cry then fell into silence. they moved out Deawen was on her horse Arenel (her dog) was by her side Deawen glanced at her friend "Arenel they saw day always triumphs over night at dawn but not today today smoke will cover the skies to bring darkness once more.."
Deawen watched her men work they had gotten amaziningly close to the rohhirim camp they were pouring tar pitch and what ever else they created that burned . then a single arrow of couse it was Deawen signature arrow it was flamming and with a blink of an eye there was a ring of fire around the camp the phantoms moved away faded back into shadow. Deawen rode away but not before firing an arrow it landed in front of Morwen's tent (no it did not hit Concord! message for you Sir...)
it had a note attached to it
"Dear Morwen
it was good to see you it is good to see my friend doing so well i hope for you to think of me the same way... for a strange reason i do not feel any hate towards you. i know very well you will track us once you are done reading this but i wish you the best of luck for i will lead you on such a chase your men will not go on i warn you so there it is...
we are there in a blink of an eye we leave just as swift...
your friend,
Deawen

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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

like it? oh come on i know one of you peeps are going "who gave her skittles! she's plotting again! or hmmm there must be some way i can beat her at her own game!

okay this is random but still tell me what you think
<--Morwen <----Artinwe <--Deawen
<--Thoren <---sister of Deawen (no we not happy sis) oh okay like that!?

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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

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha my plan shall not be crushed thank you morwen! sides i could do much more damamge if i wanted but i wont because then i'll never hear the end of it "you KILLED rohirrim! " "or your mean" or my favoirite they don't even yell they just shoot me with a dart poisoned to be exact so i wont post plans"

okay this morning the leaders of the group or most of them got together and disscussed the plots basicly we tried to be very disscreat about how much info we gave away except me "we are not heading towards Edoras.."so bascily if ya missed it you didn't miss much.

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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

Morwen frowned. As she crumpled up the letter and threw it into the campfire she heard yells from the camp perimeter. "Brond! Brond! (Fire! Fire!)" they cried. She rushed out of her tent and saw the wall of flames surrounding the camp. "Awiergan þæt! (Curse this!)," she muttered. She called to her officers to get the men to use wet pelts and smother the flames. She grabbed a spare peice of wool, dunked it in a watering trough, and ran to the outskirts.

It took all the men and officers three hours to put out the whole ring of fire, and all of the embers. It was dawn, and there was absolutely no hope of catching up to the Phantoms. She went back to her tent and lay down to rest.

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

hey i just thoguth of something guys "fear fire foes awake!" i used fear fire and foes!

Deawen rode at the head of the Pantoms they rode at a swift pace well into dawn thet finally camped only five miles from the border lines to Gondor Deawen lead them north then south within three hours the men refused to go any futher without rest so Deawen called a halt. no fires and no excess noise sleep was the main concern Deawen did not sleep she stood on a hill taking a watch. Arenel sat beside her Deawen sat down gazing towards the north. "why does she hate me so? we were once great friends now i am only a foe to be beat.." Deawen thought

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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

Thoren walked out of the cover of trees, badly bruised from the fight with Sen Starfire... he hadn't been able to lay one fist, blad or dart in or on him. It was amazing... He would have to learn how to do that. (It was a friendly fight one more of made from being greatly startled. Also I think this will add to the greatness of the Phantoms... for elves are suposed to have great reflexes.) And how did he miss his advance. well he had time to think it over. He had left so ubruptly...

Thoren came from the comfines of his mind and saw that the perameter camp was nothing but a wall of flames. ( he then pulls out some gram crackers and a marsmellow and some hersey's chocolate. "Time to brake out the SMORES! he yells and sets down and startes to roasting the marshmellow ... HAHAHAHA) he runs to the stream and looks for something to hold water in to douce the flames. when he comes back to camp the fire was put out, everyone still in an uproar. one of the men shot an arrow at him he easly doges it and pluctis it from thin air and turns and inthe same motion comes right next to the man and has the arrow point right to his neck. "You need to be less shaky friend, go get some rest, with that kind of aim you couldn't even hit a tree." He said in a friendly voice and handed the man his arrow the man awstruct nodded his head and walked off. Thoren ran to Morwen's tent threw open the "door" of the tent and spoke not yet noticing that morwen was a sleep " My lady are you alright? What happend?!?!?!"

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(that tree really beat you inferno25...he he he SMORES! but honestly i say we roast that turkey!)

Drad came up behind Deawen "my lady i really think you should rest...or at least eat..." Drad said "i will but not now.." Deawen relpied "the men suspect spies amongst us the want to comb through..." Drad reported Deawen turned to face him "then we shall we have time..." Drad saluted and left Deawen followed. all five hundred men were in ranks Deawen and her officers stood in front of them "my brothers I am told you have fears of spies so i say if there is anyone who wishes to confess to such i promise no harm will come to you..." Deawen shouted she knew no one would the men stood still no sound Deawen shook her head...she ordered her officers to check each soldier for the "mark". an hour passed and when all checked five "spies" were found they did not bear the "mark" a circle with a dragon in the middle with a star above it. Deawen stood in front of the "spies" she showed no signs of anger or fear.
"i will ask one question... are you spies for Morwen?" Deawen asked no one answered Deawen rolled her eyes "please tell me...." she asked four more times finally they "spilled the beans.." three were from Morwens and the last was one of the Storm. (sorry Sen i Had to sides i figured you would do something like that just to keep tabs on Deawen....) Deawen sighed "return to your leader report whatever just go before my brother finds out......" they left in a hurry but the Storm lingered "what?" Deawen asked "why did he send you?" Deawen asked "My Lord Sen wanted you to stay safe.." "really.. if you wish to stay thats fine but i warn you if my brother finds out..." Deawen didn't finsh.

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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

(Thank for, and i quote, "Throwing me a fricken bone!" Haha, dr. evil)

Morwen sat up, a bit cantankerous at being awakened abrubtly. "Knock next time!" Rubbing her eyes, she answered, "The Phantoms employed an illusion to escape without notice. The fire was not intended to hurt anybody, just a scare tactic. I would have let it burn out had the forest not been so close." She got up and donned a cloak. "Bring me two scouts, if you would, Artinwe. We need to find them and finish this task. My guess is, knowing Deawen well, that she will go to the edge of the Rohan lands. But where..."

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