(Sorry I haven't posted... @_@ really been out of sorts lately... )

"Well... I am an archer, as are most forest elves, and I have mastered the broadblade as well, and I also wield twin elven daggers, so my skills are varied. Oh... and I believe I failed to mention to the Lady Deawen, that I have also been well taught in the skill of healing." she finished with a smile.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

" hmm well this is a hard choice we don't need any more Reds or blues so you are with the Phantoms"Drad said

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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

Eleshna seemed somewhat taken aback, "I would be honored to serve in their unit, but I am far from qualifying, I'm sure..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Artinwe got up and stoked the fire outside. He started looking for Morwen, but she wasn't in the camp. She left... she always had said goodbye before. Oh, well. They could visit her later. He did not see much point in their expeditions. The Rohan and Gondorian armies were sufficient for the extermination of orcs and other wicked peoples. He wanted peace, and he knew that he would never sail to Aman; that would mean forsaking Deawen. That he could not do.

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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....

suddenly through the trees a scout rushed through the trees "LADy Deawen!" he shouted Deawen woke from her sleep and dressed quickly and rushed out side "My lady they are Attaking !" he shouted Deawen looked him "who?" "the orcs they have regrouped and are attacking!" "esemble MEN!"Deawen shouted.

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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

Eleshna looked up, hearing the shouting of the scout. Her hand strayed to her sword hilt out of instinctive habit.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Okay, for Old English I go to http://www.mun.ca/Ansaxdat/vocab/wordlist.html. It's rather nice. Yes, and I met Darcy properly today. She is very...strange, to say the least.)

Morwen ran back to camp, grabbed Breda, swung herself up, and went to find Deawen.[/url]

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

Deawen slipped on her leather armor and rode about the camp shouting orders when all her men were esmbled she gave commands "HIDE AND SEEK!"

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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

Eleshna did not know what sort of manuvers she would be required to do, but figured she'd follow along with whatever the others do. She was used to blending in, and fitting in anywhere, as long as they didn't ask her too many questions...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Ah, the old hide and seek! Many a time you used this one on my troops, mic freond. Hu beon thaet?"

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

(The site is back! *rejoices* )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(I know. In the words of the real-life Deawen, "My life is back!")

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

(lol! I believe it! I was wondering what I would do without it, haha ^^ )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Hearing the shouts of the scout, Artinwe Unslung his bow from his back and fitted an arrow to it (bear in mind that A bow of the Galadhrim has no need to be unstrung). He waited for the orcs to come, then loosed his arrow at the point of their formation. He continued to fire, along with a small group of archers, into the orcs' ranks, until they were too close for bows. Artinwe drew his glaive from behind his back, and hacked an orc's legs from underneath him. He allowed three orcs to impale themselves before he withdrew the blade and sliced an orc's head clean from its shoulders. "Where is Deawen?" his mind prodded. "I must find 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....

Eleshna fired alongside the archers, then drew her sword, cutting through the orcs easily enough, but trying to avoid getting in the way of the other phantoms fighting near her. She would usually fight alone, and rarely would she join so many others in a battle and participate in their stratagy. Ducking the blow of an orc's heavy blade, she drove her sword through its chest. Quickly pulling out a long dagger, Eleshna thrusted it into another orc coming at her, while she pulled her sword out of the orc carcass. One handed, she swung her sword behind her, decapitating a rather large orc. She kept up with the onflow of orcs as best she could alongside the phantoms.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Oh, too much turkey...)

Morwen was riding through the thicker parts of the orcs' ranks, fighting in the style of the Rohirrim. (On horseback, as shown in the Two Towers scene w/ wargs.) She had been favouring her axe lately, perhaps because of lack of use in other battles. She was relatively good at it, in the least.

The orcs were afraid because she was mounted, but one of the bigger ones decided to charger her. She turned Breda sharply, letting the momentum of her horse drive the axe into his chest. Another came at her from the opposite side. Morwen pulled the axe out and slammed the blade into the place where the orc's shoulder, just next to its neck (what would that be called?). As she had stopped riding, more orcs were coming at her. "Mæl eow irnan, Breda." She jumped off and slapped his rump. Breda ran away to the camp as she had ordered. Putting two hands on the axe, she twirled it with a smirk as more of the enemy descended.

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