Deawen jumped up "tahlavain! wait!" Deawen shouted aginst the wind Deawen vanished and reappered in front of her "if you insist on leaving then take one of my horses: Deawen said Deawen knew there was only Bredol there but where there was Bredol there was Deawens newset horse near by Deawen whistled sharply Arenel looked up Deawen put her hand up Arenel stayed Bredol walked up to her Deawen stroaked the horse "where's Millan?"Deawen asked presently a whit mare came up with a whinny Bredol's ears perked up "take Millan take her as far as Minas tirith then release her and she will find me don't Take her into the city shes not used to cities with out Bredol." Deawen said and warned

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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

Tahlavain smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, and please make haste to Gondor... I do not wish trouble to come upon any of you, and I can only hope I will arrive and do what I need to do quickly enough, before they know where I am." She gave Deawen a quick hug, in elf fashion, and leapt upon the mare she was given. With a small salute to Deawen, Tahlavain whispered to Millan in elvish, "make haste, good horse, make haste" And she was gone, the sound of galloping hooves fading into the night.

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

Deawen stayed up in a tree for hours watching she would not come down tell Sen woke but even when he did she refused to come down.

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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

Tahlavain rode till the dawn came clear, then continued to ride, though at a slower pace, so as to spare the mare's energy. Tahlavain remained cautious, and was constantly aware of something following her... but it never attacked. She wondered why...

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

WHERE IS EVERY ONE!)

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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

(sorry Deawen, I dont get on much during the weekend)

Darrell watched Tahlavain take Deawens horse and ride off. As he waited for Sen to wake up he wondered what would happen next. What does she aim to achieve he thought to himself by riding off on her own.The maiean know us now, we have fought them twice. Beaten them twice too. We fought alongside her, they will want revenge or the hurt we caused them. They will try an use us against her if they can. All she has achieved by going off on her own is make herself more vunerable. She will be easier for them to attack now she is on her own, however fast she tries to reach Minas Tirith.

Arenel barked at Deawen then licked Sens face Deawen snapped at the dog and the dog went to the base of the tree Deawen kept her feet tucked under her at all times she waited as if she could feel it in the air something was about to happen but if something did happen or was too would she be ready? she thought she was Arenel barked and broke Deawens concentation on her readiness.

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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

(Oh goodness.. we need to bring this rp back to life... lol)

Tahlavain pulled the horse to a stop near a stream. The horse was nearly to the point of stumbling, and Tahlavain didn't have the heart to ride her any farther. After a drink, she walked on foot, Millan keeping up beside her. Suddenly she stopped. She glanced behind her, but saw nothing, but it was as though she sensed something, not near her, but something that might happen... Millan seemed well rested, surprisingly, so Tahlavain rode the mare once again.

The Maiean were angered. Several of their highly skilled men were killed, and ten rode to avenge them. Silent, as was their habit, they crept up upon the camp, but they had a new weapon in their favor. Their presence could not be sensed, though it would only last long enough for a quick attack, and they would have little time to approach before the shield wore off.

The Death Riders were upon their dark steeds as they came upon the group, swords already drawn, and five archers at ready with arrows nocked on their strings.

Five arrows flew into the camp from the sides and met neatly in the middle, not so much meant for killing as announcing. The five swordsman of the Maiean rode upon them shortly after the arrows had been fired.

(weee chaos fun! ^^ fun chaos!... ahem o_o ... hehe)

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

CHAOS! (ha and Sen isn't here to steal the glory! (high pitched voice) I get to show my quality!)

Deawen up in her tree stayed put Arenel barked and yipped Deawen placing on her mask drawing her sword Deawen whistled and bredol moved under the tree Deawen landed on horseback the horse charged forward "Arenel Guard SEN!" Deawen shouted Arenel obeyed. Deawen pulled out of her pocket the gem anf scraped it along the blood line of the blade suddenly as if igniting the blade a stream of fire ran down the blade. she placed the gem back into her pocket and charged Bredol. the horse charged one archer Deawen quickly out ran it then cutting it down Deawen moved on the the nearest rider the two clashed Deawen almost unhorsed came around then with practiced skill she pulled back on the riegns and Bredol Reared at the other rider then when the horse came down Deawen stabbed with her sword it was effective the rider burst into flames the riders horse frightened by the fire bolted away takeing the rider with him. two down three to go. Deawen heard a whistle as five morse arrows shot all around Deawen yelled one single battle cry she managed to pick up a flaming branch from the fire as the riders formed a ring around them Arenel guarding feircly Deawen held the flaming branch in her left arm and the sword in her right the fire had reached her hand but it did not hurt her bredol rocked a bit. Deawen waited for them to make the next move .

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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

(Mwhahahahahah okay i had my glory thats all i needed some fighting.)

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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

(wow Silm, 10 maieans, very exciting 8) , just as my charrie predicted too. 3 maiean attacks inside one day RP time )

The moment Darrell heard the arrows whistling through the air he melted into the shadow of the woodland. He silently drew his sword and stole behind a maiean archer. Darrell drove his word into the maieans back silently before it (do they have a gender? do they deserve one?) could react or cry out out. Withdrawing his sword Darrell moved quickly around the clearing where Deawen was fighting a maiean with a branch rom the fire. He wasn't so lucky with the next maiean though. Although he was able to kill it before it could respond it cried out as he withdrew his sword. At the sound of the cry two of the maiean surrounding Deawen and Sen and rode straight for Darrell, swords held high.

(mewehehehe ^^ the fun of it all! oh, and they're all guys... they don't believe girls can fight better... << Deawen just proved them wrong! ^^ haha... hmm... I think I'll add wolves?... nah...)

The leader Maiean gave a sharp whistle and the remaining archer fired two arrows, one aiming towards Darrell, the other towards Deawen.

The five swordsmen burst forward, tightening the circle, with their blades pointed forwards, as they trapped Darrell within the circle as well.

(my turn for glory 8) lol)

Suddenly another horse was seen bursting into the fray, though this horse was white. "Drego, gurth! Drego, Maiean! Labo vi Orodruin (*laughs at that one*), dae o gurth! Rachun le!" Corasar came down hard upon the first Maiean, quickly felling them. A light gleamed upon the sword and Tahlavain herded two Maiean close together then used both hands on her sword, bring it around in a wide circle motion, decapitating the two Death Riders.

Riding forward, Tahlavain drove her sword into another, then kept Millan galloping as her sword sliced through the Maiean like butter. (ooh! Where's the bread?... )

Standing before the leader, she held her sword off to her side. "If you dare attack again, I shall leave nothing left of you and your companions. You are no match for Corasar, and I advice you to inform the others as well!" She made ready to charge, but the Maiean turned heel and kicked his steed into a gallop. "Coward..." she muttered.

Turning to her companions, Tahlavain's expression took on an ashamed look. "I am sorry I reacted as I did, I should have realized the danger is to stay... and my leaving would not have helped in any way..."

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

(labo vi orodruin. *laughs* LOL silm. btw, how'd you get back so fast. and tahlavain read my charries thoughts. lol)

Darrell smiled at Tahlavain. "Mae govannen, mellon nin". "You felt, as i did, that your leaving served no purpose. I must thank you for saving us a difficult fight"

(she only did a half a day's worth of travel, and when I mentioned the Maiean attack, I meant to say they took a while getting there, but oh well... lol... but Tahlavain sensed it and turned around and went back...)

Tahlavain dismounted Millan, "It is I who was spared the difficult fight... for I know, once you proved too hard for them to defeat, they would have gone after me, but now, they were caught off guard."

She turned her head to look at Sen, "has he still not awoken?..." (Ahahaha ^^ we stole all his fun! )

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

"They certainly where not expecting you to arrive" looking at Sen Darrell continued "aye, still resting, all through a good scrap and all. Anyway once he recovers I suggest we move off and head for Minas Tirith by the fastest route. They will attack us which ever path we take"