sighes Jarret walks in Apple cider the strongest drink in Minas tirith!" *smacks Jarret* hey whats that for! i don't know i just wanted to do that ...)

Adrod smiled "oh yes i have something for you!" Adrod said reaching into a pouch he pulled out two ferrets "they make wonderful pets and spies scouts.." he said handing them to her Deawen took one and examimed it Adrod suddenly looked nervouse "wel my little Dea i must bid you farewell stay out of trouble don't get caught and don't let Eston do any more tasks....he has gotten himself wounded again.." ADrod left with that Deawen held both ferrets she walked inside the inn she spotted Sen and Cora she sat next to Sen. the two ferrets fussed and played around in her lap Deawen looked abit nervouse around these new creatures.

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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

Jardius had stopped his mad whispering and sat now looking at Adastrea, but suddenly his mouth began to move and the voice wasn`t his, but Adastrea wold reconize it.

"I told you that you friends will protect you, but what happens when they are against you like Thinren was? How do you know when Balor will take control of him again? Balor`s death is the only thing that can give you, your long looked for freedom..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(o_o I just read about those creatures in the other post... do you have a sudden attraction to them, Deawen? o_O lol)

Cora looked at Deawen then at the ferrets, then back again, "ah, there you are... "

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~Cyclist in Training~

Adastrea froze when she heard the voice of Melachor, she did not turn to Jardius, only stayed where she was with Thinren, "I promised a long time ago never to kill another, you of all people should know that, Melachor." She said quietly as she looked down at Thinren. She was cautious, ready to grab the hand with the knife if it swung at her.

At the mention of Balor memories came flooding back to him, memories of pain. He winced and droped the dagger. Thinren relaxed and opened his eyes. He looked at Adestrea with a tear in his eye.
"Ad...Adestrea... I remeber..."
He closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry..."

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Adastrea looked down at him, she gently wiped the tear from his eyes. She glanced at the knife, then leaned down a hugged him gently, while pushing the knife away, so he wouldn't notice, just in case. She pulled away, "It is alright Thinren...." She said quietly.

He shook his head and looked with saddened eyes at her.
"No... No it isn't. I swore to protect you, I can't protect you from myself."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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SHe hesitated, "Good thing for you, I can fight as well." She said to him. She just kept to herself how she learned to fight.

Thinren smiled.
"That's one thing i'm glad of."
He sat up and rose to his feet with the support of a tree.
"What did he say?"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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(OOC- Who?Jardius?)

Adastrea looked up at him, "He told me that Melachor is trying to help me and protect me...as is he." She said softly. After hearing Melachor's voice, she found she believed the poor elf that was being tortured with it like she had been so long ago.

He nodded and kept steady, only through the support of the tree.
"Where do we go now?"

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"I suppose stay with your first plan and go to Ithilien?" No one knows we were headed that way and since we took this route, I think we should be able to get there without too much trouble..."

Again Melachor spoke trough Jardius.

"If I may point out that if you won`t kill him then someone other will, Sen, Deawen, Thinren or Jardius here... Your ideals will take your friends to the grave or you instead of them..."

Suddenly Jardius woke up and looked around slightly confused, he looked at Adastrea and Thinren.

"What did I say?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(yes i love them soo much!)

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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

Adastrea looked down, feeeling sick. When Jardius awoke, she looked over at him with a sigh, "The truth" She muttered as she stood, "We should leave..."

Thinren nodded and stumbled over to his horse and untied it.
He pulled himself onto it and slumped forward onto the horse. The knock to the head had concused Thinren a lot more then expected. He fell asleep again and the horse took a few steps back.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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