"Yes... but a few are loyal to the king... you cannot prevent them all from doing an act that you would have no knowledge of..." Silmarwen glanced at the soldier whom Eomira had knock unconcious.

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

no you don't understand the Phantoms are loyal to me as are the rest they are not loyal to the king anymore..." Midira said defainlty her mother made sure the phantoms were set to be loyal to the one in charge

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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 is alright if you trust them, but that does not change the fact that Thoren wishes to speak with us in secret. Even he stated there could be spies amongst your own ranks... but leave that argument to when you see him... the times have changed, and chances cannot be taken" Silmarwen insisted.

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

it was then Midira relised she was still young and had much to learn about the facts of life she nodded

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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

Silmarwen sighed with relief that they had avoided an argument, which could have drawn attention, and an elf arguing with the leader would have been a sure sign to any spy that things were happening. She kept her hood up at all times, just to keep a low profile. "Do you wish to leave now or would you prefer to deal with Eomira...? I am sure she did not mean harm, but if I guess correctly, she recognized this man in disguise as one of the ones whom she was persuing earlier, a common soldier of the king's army..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Midira snorted then went to the man she lifted his right hand the was a brand mark of a circle with a flame then a dragon "no he is one my Phantoms most likely.." Midira 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

Silmarwen glanced quickly around then took Midira aside, "Then if I were you, I'd try to keep this quiet... I am sure Eomira meant no harm..." She was starting to get frustrated, and the scene was starting to draw a small crowd.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Midira was not liking all the secrecy but she kept quiet.

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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

Eomira glanced up at Mirdira. <br>
"Oh really? This one here was watching you...to closely for my liking." Then she stood up. <br>
"And besides, I'd never hurt a solider without cause...and I did lead those guards away...they could have found this camp easily if I hadn't led them on a chase..." she kicked the solider lightly then walked off into the forest.

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Thoren walked till he was out of view, he looked up, there was the out line of a bird, he took out his highly polished metal and flashed it three times. The bird came down, it was a falcon with a letter on its leg, feathers snowy white, red eyes. It landed and hoped into the shade. it lifted its leg, thoren untied it, and read it.
"This is good news." He lifted his hood and snuk out of camp awaiting the arival of his new recrutes or at least he hoped.

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

Midira held back on nailing Eomira with a stone..."when do we leave?"

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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

Silmarwen turned and started walking, "We leave now..." She weaved her way through the camp, keeping a low profile and avoiding as many as possible.

After a ways through the woods, she stopped at a clearing and pulled out the piece of metal which had been handed to her, and reflected the sun three times.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Thoren saw the light and signaled his archers to take aim, he then walked out to them, he held a flute in his hand(minus the dart). "Good day, thank you for coming,"he bowed showing respect," Now before I recrute you you should listen to what I have to say, the king is after a ring, it is rumored that this ring is one of the three remaining rings of power, if he gets his hands onit and fuses it with the other two He will have the power to end the world as we know it. He hates the rebelion and only pays attention to us becouse I have the ring in question. I will not go into how I fell upon it.(Jarrett-he got it on Ebay) Now, I fight a little dishonorably, inother words We fight with thieves honor. Now that does not mean that we are bad and are only doing this for our own benifit,( Jarrett- I am!) We do it becouse it works, we fight with sabitauge, poison, anything that would help with a win. So if you do not believe this way of fighting andwish to do things the honorable way then you may leave, but if you still wish to jion then follow me." He walked in to the forest the archers stayed to follow the two possible recrutes.

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

Silmarwen looked a little nervous at the terms. She wasn't used to such measures, but she supposed if those measures were used by the king, as she knew they were, what wrong could it be for them to do so a well? She let out a sigh and took a step forward, knowing there would be no turning back as she followed Thoren. what if the other elves didn't agree with the terms?... she questioned herself. I shall have to sort all that out later...

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

Midira scaned the area for a trap she knew something was there wether she saw them or not. "Recrute?" Midira breathed Midira took a step back. this may not be a good idea.

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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

Silmarwen turned to look at Midira, "I'm sorry if you cannot bring yourself to such an idea.... but I have no better choice... I had many who followed me and many who died, including my own daughter, and I cannot afford to lose more..."

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