"I apologize for figthening you, m'lady." he said humbly, and did as he was told. He walked over to the second table, and gently sat down the platter. He glanced at Eowyn, but did not smile. Quickly, his eyes moved about the room, taking in each of the people in the room. A few of them where ones he was a bit worried to see there. Rana walked calmly back into the kitchen. Tapping Deawen on the shoulder, he asked,
"Where's Grima?" he asked quietly. The jerk hadn't been sitting at the banquet as he should have been.

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
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<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

Morwen was starting to feel drowsy from the wine she had "borrowed". She finally had composed herself, as had Eowyn. The Lady and servant made eye contact. Morwen could tell that she wanted to leave, but no one was allowed to leave the royal table (esp. royal women) without Grima's concent. Where was he? Morwen thought to herself.

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

Deawen felt a tap on her shoulder then heard a question "uhh well did you check the royal table? the right table? behind one of the coloums? he seems to hide there...."

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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

Grima slunk (slinked?) in quietly soon after from whatever escapade. Eowyn hesitantly bent her head towards his and whispered something. Grima, unable to resist anything she asked for, She rose, dipping to the king, and motioning for Morwen to do the same. Morwen dipped, quickly grabbing her wine goblet and taking it to the kitchen. Back in Eowyn's chambers, she burst out laughing. "Oh, my two handmaidens brighten up my life! So, did anything interesting happen today?" "Yes, but I would need Deawen's help in telling any stories," answered Morwen. "Alright, go fetch her," urged Eowyn. Morwen hurried out to get Deawen.

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

Deawen stood in a dark corner in the kitchen she was watching and waiting...

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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! Deawen, Lady Eowyn wishes to speak with us both. Deawen..."

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

Rana’s head jerked up, and he stared at Morwen who came in. <I>Eowyn? Hm…..</I> his mind wheeled with thoughts. He wished to speak with her… however he feared she would recognize him. Then again, he was going to tell her eventually who he was, it was best that way. Quietly, as the girls spoke, he slipped out of the kitchen and towards the room where Eowyn would be. Knocking first, he stepped in.
“Lady Eowyn.â€

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
<p>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

"well lets go then!before she passes out or before you do!" Deawen sqeaked pulling Morwen up the stairs." don't think i didn't notice the missing piture the head cook almost had my head cause of you!"

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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, being a bit intoxicated, tripped in the style of Deawen as she tried to run up the three stairs to the bower hallway. "Ooomph!" Deawen just dragged her up the stairs to Eowyn's doorway.

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

Deawen scowled at Morwen she opened the door and dragged Morwen in the room.

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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