Elenana shrugged. "If you wish to stay with us, you may." she told the stranger. She turned around and went to her horse, who was nickering.

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Deawen nodded she began to untack her stallion she checked the horse over for any wounds there was a few scratches and on his left hoof the shoe was comming off "we aren't far we can make it as long as we don't run Bedol." she whispered she healed the wounds then let him wander "es delat farno shevel" (don't go too far) Deawen sat down next to the fire but said nothing to the otheres.

(Happy Curunir? )

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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

Elenanna took an apple out of her pack and she fed it to the hungry mare. She looked around her elven ears listening for any forgien (sp?) noise.

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Melachor suddenly began speaking.

"How come your name is your own business stranger? Is someone after you or what?"

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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!

Deawen looked at the man " i don't give my name till i know i'm safe which isn't very very often." Deawen sighed her bright blue eyes glinted as she spoke her eyes never left the man.

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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

Name-Mirelena

Translation- Jewel of the stars

Birth Year-SA 3060

Skills-Can talk to horses, has the power to heal the wounded, is telepathic, and can draw out beautiful picture with just one pencil.

Hair-Nut brown with silver highlights

Eyes-From white blue to a midnight blue with stars

Face-That of her unknown mother

Lineage- Abanoned as a baby

Siblings-Brother, Collo

Married?- No. single, but in love

Weapons- A dagger from Lothlorien, a elven long sword with hilt shaped like that of Arwens sword.

Animals-One Meares(sp?) a black stallion named colloestel

Basic clothing-Long flowing dresses on occasion ranging from silver to a very deep green, but mostly the garb of a smith brown tunic with black breeches and black boots.
Battle- Brown tunic with ivy scrolling, a Mirkwood hunting cloak with black breeches, and green hunting boots.

History- Too long and too many details to write

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Banners by Shadowcat

"sir you seem fimilar to me have i met you before?" Deawen suddenly asked

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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

Melachor scrathed his head with a pondering face.

"No... I don`t think so.. should we have?"

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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!

Deawen shut her eyes for a moment then she reopened them she was searching her mind for fimilar faces "no nothing but why he seemed fimilar she did not know his questions was that it? though many people ask such questions..."

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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

Elenanna sat down, and she leaned back slightly, looking around.

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(Would you guys mind if I joined?)

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[Awaiting a new signature banner by me]
My former names on AU:
Callondhaer, Duilantion

(go ahead!)

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Mirelena came riding through the first gate of Minas Tirith, on her black stallion. She had just come from Mirkwood and had recived a special order from someone in Minas Tirith. She hoped to meet this person remained unknown.

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Banners by Shadowcat

Melachor read his book and began to speak at Elennena even without looking her way.

"You seem nervous, any reasons?"

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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!

She looked at the old man. "I've just been attacked alot recently...and that's elevated my senses."

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Melachor hmphed.

"You`re just paranoid young lady..."

He drew the hood on his head and crossed his hands on his chest as he layed down against the tree to rest, of course Melachor was aware of the situation. They were probably inspected at this very moment.

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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!