are you stalking me?......because if you are that would be super!

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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

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

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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

(OOC: Stalking you? No, I'm just observing, seeing if anything fishy goes on, and you are threatened in any way...)

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

aww your no fun....but hey atleast i know im in good hands!

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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

for god's sake, post something, Deawen!

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

for god's sake, post something, Deawen!

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

gosh your cranky! )

fine here you go

Deawen stared at Artinwe she was searching for a hint that he meant no harm.

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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

As she fought, Morwen was failing. She needed to rest. As she cut down an orc, another blow to her shield caused her to slide off of Beaduheard. (Slow motion, like when Haldir died ) "Morwen!" cried Eohric as he fought his way over. The orcs were thinning, with the help of the strange blue soldiers. "Stay here. It is almost over."

The orcs were all dead and piled into a pile to be burnt. Aelfred was the hero of the battle, quite a lift for his low self esteem, and was given the honor of lighting the pile. "We must go, we are almost there." Morwen was feeling better, but knew she needed to rest. The storm was getting worse, and oil had to be poured on the carcasses for them to light. Finally there was a reeking bonfire and all the host left. 4 burial mounds had been erected for the 20 men killed. They were lucky it had not been worse. "Thoren, the next time you leave, tell me," she said to him.

They arrived at their destination as the storm was in full furry. Lightning slashed the sky and rain poured down, making the stream swell. Morwen knew that they would attack that night. "Put the defences up, and we will wait." She lay down in her oilskin tent and slept, waiting and dreading when and how she would wake up.

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

(Lets see... what does that remind me of... hmmm... )
*At the end of the battle, the seeming commander of the blue warriors requested of a soldier an audience with Morwen...*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

lovley to think of my phantoms Morwen...)

the Phantoms stood outside their camp there was only fifty presnt most went in search of Deawen. they stood there in the rain the lighting flashed showing dark figures on the horizon near the rohhirrim camp. Ten phantoms including Drad rode towards the camp they were dressed in thier own fashon black cloaks black tunics. Drad wore his helm black steel no feathers no horse tail (think achilles in troy) (or the elves )

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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

Meanwhile Adrod recived word of Deawens movements "what is she doing! she can attack Edoras why does she pull away!?" Adrod shouted outraged the officers were silent they looked at one another daring not to speak or even breath. "My lord? Morwen is the only thing between her and Edoras Deawen won't fight her friend." one officer said meekly Adrod spun around "SHE WILL FIGHT!" he shouted the officer sank further down at this time one of Deawen's own officers Eston (he he remember him Sen?) he did not fear Adrod or his wrath he boldly strode in with his helm tucked under his arm "No Deawen won't fight her friend she is missing..." Arod's face look distorted "What?" he spat "she is missing...no trace " Eston repeated "my own sister abandoning her men..." "No i never said she ran away i said she is missing..."

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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, calm down. You're frightened. But you're also unhappy. You hate Adrod, I know; so do I. But that hate, and the knowledge that you should not hate your own brother is destoying you. Deawen!" he shouted, as she suddenly rushed him with her pen-knife. He sidestepped, and flung her to the ground (sorry, but the "outmaneuvering" was unavoidable). He recoiled for he saw a glimmer of her inner flame exploding in her eyes. "I hate you," she whispered. "No, you don't. Deawen, you don't have to remain with the Dragon Tears. You have lost all love for them yourself, haven't you?" Her eyes opened wide, then she narrowed them to slits. "Why should I trust you?" she asked, loading eery word with as much venom as she could. "Because you love me, or did. And because I love you, and will even if you allow yourself to waste away, living a half-life sustainig on causes you no longer glorify. You can come with us, Deawen. I want an answer, even if it is given on your deathbed." HE advanced toward her. She raised her knife. "Deawen, I'm going to take you back to the Phantoms," Artinwe said. "I promise." She lowered her knife as he wrapped his arms around her, alost in an embrace and vanished with her.

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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....

(Happy now, Deawen? I POSTED!!!!)

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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....

(I thank you as well for that)

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

then.. then that was cool)

after much rushing "outmanuvering" (i swear is that possible?)i have come to the conclusion oh wait no still haven't found it yet...

okay Phantom of the opera flash
"Artinwe i...i have not lost myself nor my love but you don't know anything about me...i lead men into battle wether i want to or not Adrod cares not it's not as easy as it looks to free me you can cut away the ropes that bind me but not the pain i have been burdened with... " Deawen said she put the pin-knife away "i will not surrender i can yeild but not surrender to Morwen it just can't happen (just like making me kneel,bow ect.) Artinwe and Deawen appeared back in her tent she looked around "they ae looking for me..." Deawen said "now it is my turn.." Deawen said she gripped Artinwe's hand then they vanished and reappeared next to some horses. Deawen patted bredol she saddled two horses "i need to find them knowing Drad he will attack Morwen if he suspects her and Eston would have already sent dispatches Deawen spurred on Bredol into a gallop Artinwe kept in perfect pace. "Artinwe? why do you love me?" Deawen asked telipathicly

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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