(I'm sorry! Geez... I'm only going with what Deawen told me! And I know Deawen isn't with the Rohirrim! Did I Say she was? No!

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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....

(Sorry, it sounded like you said it out loud...)

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

Artinwe left his fellow officer alone. He had divined what he needed from the captain (Will someone else please join as a Captain so I don't have to keep typing "the captain"!!! ). So someone wanted Morwen dead. He would rather destroy this enemy than let that happen. Still, he couldn't take his captain's word as Gospel. Intelligence among the lower ranks is notoriously faulty.

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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....

( ARTINWE! MORWEN! TONY whats up!? SEN!
i leave for one choir concert and i get this im left out Again!
ahh but Inferno I have the RING! in ya face! ha ha ha ha!)
Love intrest okay...)


Deawen gazed at Morwen for a moment "this is my brother's doing ever since the escape from gondor he has been acting this way..he won't tolorate..." Deawen stopped "i see you have been doing well..." Deawen said trying to change the subject. Deawen 's attention was broken by a voice that was addressing her she searched the ones around her she found the voice she quickly signaled a near by phantom "* find out what he wants*" Deawen eyes then focused on Morwen again

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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

okay whos side is every one on (not you morwen i know yours) Infreno? Artinwe?Sen? Isteleth?
theres four of you choose wisely for you can not change sides no double agents! (they should be drug out into the hall way and shot! Mr. Nickels)

so whos side are ye on!and inferno you better not make a really dumb character like zelda! if you do grrrrrrrr....i'll send Arenel after 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

(Deawen, as I said earlier, I'm on the side of the Rohan. ButI'm actually a double agent! Ha Ha Haaa! *scuffle scuffle* No, wait! I was kidding! Ow! Ow! *drag drag drag* *slam* *BANG*)

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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....

(Sorry, I Just wanted to say that)

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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....

((actually Guys i won't join sorry!!! oh Artinwe i got it from a request thing i think the name was Sheilmaiden))

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Hi, I be joining up with morwen though I have not read threw the 2, 3 pages yet. so I will just post the profile.

Name Thoren
Description: a elven outcast, who has resorted to stealling to survive. for a more info go to the new charecters and find thoren.
weapon: fulte (uses it as a blow pipe), bow and arrows, short sword or knife. He can use more but prefurres these.
Magic ability/ powers: short foresight ( about five days into the future) Has the ability to bend with seecnery. and has the ability to heal minor wounds, but not much.
Gender: male
Race: elf
Apperance: short black hair. silver eyes, semi muscular( believes that speed and wit is power not pure strength. ) pale tan skin (this is actually possible.) wheres a black cloak which he keeps the hood up at all times to hide his face. loves to play his flute.
Animal: he has a large black hawk with blue eyes. he calls her nightwing.

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

( I hope this is a good time to come in)

Thoren lay in a tre branch over Morwen, he began to laugh. he quickly calmed himself. " My this is an intresting perdicument, just as I forsaw..." He stares off in the distence at nothing in proticulare flashes of images pass over his eyes. " Evil is bruing..." He blincks and stares back down and saw deawen was ready to attack. " Wheres my manners hello I'm Thoren the elf." he takes out his flute and fits a dart into it. " and you are... whom?"

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

(Deawen will not attack, stupid! )

Morwen muffled a small scream and composed herself. "Sir, you will stay out of this parley between officers! (parsnip, parsley, perlululu...sorry, Cap'n Jack Sparrow allusion) Go back to the ranks, I will join you shortly!" She went over to him and whispered in his ear, "You will not be disciplined. You had concerns for you commander." She stepped back winking, and said to Deawen, "I am sorry we must end this so punctuated. Wes tu hal, min freond." She mounted and cantered off to the front to check on casualties.

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

Infreno you dare shoot that dart at me Heaven help me!))))

(dam them to the depths of hell who made parley..."that would be the french...inventors of mayniase and rasins...)

Deawen sighed then she stood still she listened to the ones around her she looked up the (stupidly dressed elf....sorry inferno could not resist!) Elf then at Sen she lowered her eyes as he looked at her.

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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

Back at the front lines, Morwen was informed that there was 1 dead and 12 wounded, mostly from arrows. "Alright. Gentlemen, sound the horn to gather. Set sentries around the Dragon Tear camp. We will...commadeer it for the night. I will need one squad awake for each hour of duty." "Yes, Captain," said the herald curtly. He sounded out the orders, and Morwen went to the nearest fire and plunged her spear into the ground and set up her tent. A servant brought her camp chair, bed and table. She sat in front of the fire roasting some mutton and waited for some officers to report for the other platoons.

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

(Drags Artinwe out into the hallway and shoots him them reserects him )

(we'er gonna make you popular Lar!! BLONDE!)
she heard a the sounds of a camp being set up down at the dell

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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! Allusion-making is MY thing! Fantastic singers, the French... eunuchs, all of them)

(Morwen, will you please give some orders? I'm hanging loose here!)

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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....

"captain Deawen " Deawen did not turn she closed her eyes"yes?" but before the soldier could answer she cut him off " why was the area not secure? " "uhh well captain in battle it is easy for others to slip in..." "ahh i see i will let it pass this time but you know Lord Adrod won't tolorate it.." Deawen sighed "what?" "Lord Sen wishes to speak with you he says it's urgent..." Deawen sighed again "all right then.."

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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