Steven don't ask you don't wannna know!

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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, "id est" means "that is" in English; id est, "id est" is a Latin phrase commonly abbreviated as "i.e." in dictionaries & such. And Dea, even if he does have homework, he does'n't care enough to do it. Also, I do'n't expect you to end the feuding: that is a task too great for any mortal.
P.S. His name is spelled "Stephen"; he gets rather pissy when people use a "u".)

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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....

oh well okay then how was i suppose to know i have never seen his name written i can't help it im a bit how d i put it spelling Challenged!

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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, can I catch a spy or a scout, or something? Or can there be an accidental skirmish? Something to make my life more interesting?)

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

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(Sure, Morwen, you have to entertain yurself. After all, I was under the impression that the idea of this post was sort of a joint thing between the two of you.)

Artinwe had returned to the camp with Deawen. He offered his own tent to her, insisting that he would be fine outside. He left to go sit under the stars. They seemed to speak to him of hope and victory. He felt terrible, mostly for Deawen. Either her brother or her love would die at the hands of the other.

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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....

(Ummm... Is anyone going to play Grima?)

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(Sorry, Sen! I forgot I just left you hanging. I'll be careful not to powerplay .)

"Ah, this is a strange question that you ask," Grima said with equal venom, but more subtly. "Unfortunately, I am simply the King's advisor, not the King himself. I cannot possibly know his reasoning for every order he gives." They both knew that he was lying trough his yellow teeth, but Wormtongue also knew that he had a band of thugs waiting upon his call, and even Sen Starfire would not overpower them all.

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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....

Morwen SECOND SNOWDAY IN A ROW! WHOOOOOO
and yes go ahead and capture a spy scout whatever but keep ARTINWE AS FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE! he killed one of my phantoms *starts bawling* Jk jk jkjk!)

Deawen was very uncomfortable she had to think and rest at the same time now but not only was she stressed she had to be on her guard at all times even here MOrwen was her friend but she also would have to obey orders Deawen was still considered a spy in most warfare....(Coughs* snowball fights)

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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

*Sen's eyes darted to the right and left, before continuing.*
Then I shall speak with the king about the revoking of this banishment; and without the... benefit of as twisted an advisor as you.
*Sen began to walk towards the throne...*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Suddenly, there came shouts from the edge of camp. Several officers ran by and pounded on her tent to get her to come out. She put on her nice and clean armour and ran as fast as she could to the scene. About 20 of her cavalry had surrounded three scouts from the other camp. They were dressed in black, and held silver swords at the ready to defend themselves. One other lay on the ground with an arrow in between his ribs, already dead. "ætstandan (stop)!" she yelled. "Lower bows, up with spears! You should all know that, being above a band of common rabble!" she glared about her, acting the part of commander well. To the captives, she said, "Who are you, and in whose name are you here?" The tallest man spoke up for all of them. "I am Lythar, this is Caelthar, and that is Tharail. The man your men murdered was Calen. We are scouts for the DT, under Lord Adrod, the..." Morwen cut Lythar off. "I know who he is and of his deeds. you shall be sent back. Have you seen all you wish?" she asked. Lythar frowned at her in response. "Good. Then if I may send a message: tell your commander that if he wishes to see any more of my camp, then he shall have to see it for himself. Leo? (Agreed?). Go." She sent them running back to whence they came.

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

stupid Dt they can't keep thier nosies out of a camp my Phantoms however wouldn't have gotten caught (rule number two of Deawen's family : if you are doing something wrong don't get caught and if you do unplasible deniabilty meaning if caught lie and if you get caught lieing make a better lie... )


Deawen heard the shouts and immeaditly vanished to the sight she watched the scouts leave she waited till they were out of sight before vanishing then reappearing infront of them. "Lady Deawen!" the scouts bowed respectivly "come now why does my brother send such scouts as you here?" Deawen asked the Dragon tears looked nervouse "speak!" "lord ADrod sent us out to scout and bring information on where you were so when..." the Dt stopped "go on.." he looked like he would draw a knife and stab her but Deawen stared him down "for when we attacked you were not to be harmed only captured..." " when is he planning to attack!?" Deawen cut him off "next sunset was all he said next sunset!" he cried "come with me..." Deawen said they followed Deawen led them to the Phantom camp as they passed phantoms whispers began to rise Deawen did not heed them she stopped towards the middle " Brothers i have been informed that an Attack is set for Morrow at Sunset!" her voice rang out to the very shadows them selves
"and we will meet them and let the kings of old sort them out!" Deawen was cofident yet frightened they would turn away from it but instead they cheered several battle cries rang out Deawen couldn't help but smile she turned to the scouts "you will stay here for now.." Deawen turned and vanished she reappered next to morwen. Morwen jumped in shock Deawen smiled briefly "Morwen Ardod plans to attack at sunset tommorow my men are prepared are yours?" Deawen asked "your captains do they approve of my being here alive?" Deawen asked with a smile

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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

(An attack? That dirty little coward of a welsher...)

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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....

Artinwe did we ask your opinon? (Artinwe: no but im stating it wether you like it or not!)

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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

Morwen went back to her tent with several officers in tow. "This bodes ill. Obviously they are looking for attack plans." "But we have none!" yelled one of her immediate subordinates (one who would probably get her job). "Exactly, so they found none. We shall think of some now. Are we to defend, attack, what?" Aelfred spoke up. "I believe we should set a time and place to do battle." "A very good thought, though I doubt Deawen will agree to that. I also know that she will not attack first. She is too smart for that. We will attack first, as that is the cavalry's strength. Adrod's forces will be less prepared. We must go for the Dragon Tears first, for they will fall first. For now, all men are to ready their weapons, and double sentries must be on duty. Are we in agreement?" There was a unanimous "Aye!" from her officers. "Dismissed!" she said with a salute. The men filed out silently. After they had gone, Eohric stayed. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Me? Yes. I know we shall win. The commander has little left to live for."

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

Deawen wandered around the camp of the rohirrim she got plenty of glares and other things but she was noting the weak spots (no im not bretraying you dodos) she then walked to her own camp the phantoms and the rest all were preparing for battle polishing armor and helms. Drad looked pleased to be bringing out his aromor besides the leather. Deawen wanted all to be on horseback in battle intill further notice.

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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