dunno don't care

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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

(That was directed towards Artinwe)

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

Morwen was feeling better after her soup, enough so that she put on a civilian dress and went to find Beaduheard. She would have prefered the graceful stride of Breda, but he had been left in Edoras. She mounted and went off at an easy trot in no particular direction, enjoying the sunshine and the breeze.
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Eohric saw Morwen depart, waited around half an hour, and followed her.

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

Deawen was in no mood to go for a ride like Morwen she wanted more than anything to be home .

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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'm back... Could some one fill me in. Just give me cliff notes that's all, after I get those I come in and cause some mayhem.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

okay big battle we win umm morwen killed our once best friend and adrod is killed morwen and i were wounded.

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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 you and how should I come in. I am on a houres by the way

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

(Well, as the more legendary cheers go; you know, "We got girls *clap clap clapclapclap*"/ "Already used 'em *clap clap clapclapclap*", they did'n't do that one. They did, however, chant one I was unfamiliar with : "Ole, Ole, Ole, you're gay. Ole, you're gay.", et cetera.
And we skipped all of my lady-fair-watching shifts. *pout*)

Emerging from Eohric's tent, Artinwe walked over to himself (Eohric; it's Irish slang). "I assume Morwen has recovered?" he queried to Eohric. "What makes you say that?" Eohric returned. "Well, most dying women do'n't ride away on horses," Artinwe answered, cracking a smile. "Speaking of dying women, how is Deawen?" A silence... then- "Come," Eohric said shortly, leading Artinwe to Morwen's tent.

(Dea, this is where you post. And it's great to have you back, infernodragon!)

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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....

Deawen sat in morwens tent for sometime reading papers and reports

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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

"By Sulimo, Deawen, you've been well not twelve hours and you're already perusing paperwork?" Artinwe laughed as he entered Morwen's tent. "Seriously, if you're going to be reading, read something scholarly to clean out obstructions of brainwax." Eohric followed.(This last sentence I will edit out if you want, Mor.)

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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....

Deawen looked up and smiled but it faded with Artinwes words then back again Deawen coughed slightly as she moved the herb she was chewing to the other side of her mouth. a hint of mint drifted through the tent she swallowed and her face showed she was disgusted by this herb even though it was mint it did not have a very pleasent taste but it healing powers were fast.

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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 came up to the camp. His hawk sinced his presecnce and flew to him he slowed so it could land on his shoulder. "How are you old friend.", he entered camp, and moved to the tent with the shadow of Artinwe and Deawen. He olpened the flap and cheerful said as he bowed "where is Morwen."

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

Deawen reached for a knife automatically when she saw Thoren but she did not draw it on;y reached for it.

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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

(:-D come on deawen don't you trust me )

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

(I think you'll find the answer is "no", infernodragon .)

Artinwe rose to greet Thoren. He threw his arms around Thoren, laughing, "Where have you been? We've missed you! Well, some of us have. I'm not sure about 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....

(And I am sorry, but i had to do it sometime: Deawen, I hereby crown you the QUEEN OF THE RUN-ON SENTENCE! Hehe...)

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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....