(This is fela, right?)

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

yep

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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

"I would have expected you to remember me. Or is this a matter of recognition?" she asked, glaring at them both.

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

Deawen looked blank
she searched her memory

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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

"So it is both? Let me try and remind you, then." The woman stood for the first time, revealing she was quite tall. "I was with you before either of your illustrious careers began. I saw you cleaning stables and serving the tables of nobles at court. As you started to ascend the ladder, I was left behind, friendless and unprotected. I will not utter what has happened to me. Does all of this help you?"

Morwen tensed up, knowing this could not turn out well. "You are Fela, daughter of Feor. I remember you."

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

the forum is BLUE!

Deawen still looked blank she understood but it was still sinking in
"but you left us for that what's his name!" Deawen suddenly cried

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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

"I did. But it came to surface that he was a sot and a gambler, and was killed in a skirmish over a petty sum. I was left alone, with no protection and no resources. I took to begging at little hamlets until I found out about you and your brothers...exploits, shall I say? I decided to join, but was turned away because I am a woman. I went back again as a young boy and was allowed to stay. No one seemed to notice how after a few years I still appeared to be a young boy with no traces of a beard. Perhaps they knew and disregarded that. Thus here I am today, at your feet. Welcome to the real world." She flipped her hair and turned to pick up her spear. Morwen stepped up and struck the shaft with her blade. "You will remain unarmed, if it so pleases!" she snarled. "You obviously are not terribly happy with either of us, and have already tried to kill me, multiple times. Plus," Morwen continued, "this!" She lunged and cut the leather strap holding her leather armour. Underneath she wore a black tunic painted with the eye. "You are a spy."

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

Deawen looked as blank as ever but that soon shifted to shock then anger .

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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

"How times change!" Fela laughed. She flipped up a discarded sword and stood on guard. "I still wish to settle my score with both of you."

Morwen looked sidelong at Deawen befored going on-guard. Deawen did the same, but in her own style. "Curse it, Deawen, one-on-one fencing is not my strong suit. This could very well be it for me."

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

"How times change!" Fela laughed. She flipped up a discarded sword and stood on guard. "I still wish to settle my score with both of you."

Morwen looked sidelong at Deawen befored going on-guard. Deawen did the same, but in her own style. "Curse it, Deawen, one-on-one fencing is not my strong suit. This could very well be it for me."

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

Fela laughed
Deawen sighed "Fela i don't want to fight you...if i did i would have killed you by now. my my a spy of the enemy and a Dragon tear..." Deawen said lunging forward
fela lunged as well and struck down on Deawen. Deawen moved aside and advanced then beat cut (fencing terms!) Fela was trained for situations like this and she spun around and knocked Deawen down. Fela tried to stab her but Deawen was to fast she was on her feet before Fela could react. Deawen suddenly faded slightly and then there was four Deawens surrounding Fela they charged forward and then Vanished Fela cringed in fear Deawen took advantage of this and brought Fela to her knees with a poisoned blade at her throat.

fela struggled against Deawen's blade till she saw a drip of the poison fall from the blade and her eyes widened
"now Fela you may know that im known for this blade...and the Poison
if i stab you or even cut you with this knife you will die a slow painful death..." Deawen smiled and evil grin. <---look grammer!

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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

(Thanks for letting us both fight... )

Morwen watched these events take place. "Stop! Deawen, you mustn't handle this situation so! Wait a moment and I will get a few of my men to come and bind her." She went closer and whispered to Deawen, "We must question her. I am trained in this, as is Eohric and Aelfred. Wait. Patience is a virtue, and virtue has its own rewards."

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

"not right now it isn't" Deawen hissed
(oh forgive me Morwen really i forgot..i'll let you do the interrogating im not good at that rubish
think first keep thinking then strike!)

"whats there to question? spy of Sauron end of story..." Deawen said Morwen gave her a look of
"don't be stupid Deawen"
Deawen twisted the blade in the air Fela shrank back alittle. "Seems you turned away from the Rohirrim too?" Fela Said "in my own fashoin" Deawen replied "but it was not in vain, i became a shadow Maiden and slipped away from society" Deawen said "a Shadow Maiden? i have heard of that ..." Fela Said Deawen laughed "of course you have you were my friend my father would always talk of how i was a decendent of 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

Eohric and Aelfred came over, the last remnants being rounded up for questioning, and later trials (If the True Law were upheld by Grima). Some refused to surrender, others threw down their weapons and went peacably. Those were the ones who would simply be banished. Eohric: "What is this, Morwen? We are rounding them up over at the foot of the hill. Why-" Morwen cut him off: "This woman is not simply a Dragon Tear, she is a spy for Mordor. Shall we...inquire of her?" She smirked a bit. Fela, for the first time, showed evidence of fear. Eohric: *winks* "I'll ask the first question. Under whose employment are you?" Fela frowned, refusing to answer the question. Eohric grabbed her by the front of her tunic and lifted her and yelled the question again. Morwen ran over and pulled him back. "No! We will not use method one on prisoners of type A. We use method three before method one." Aelfred stepped up and said, "Give me a moment with her, and I can get it." Morwen and Eohric stepped a few yards away, motioning for Deawen to do the same. They turned their backs and Eohric and Morwen started laughing. "This is more fun with three officers. Two of us is too crude." The questioning went on more seriously for several hours. Deawen and Morwen sat at a fire, listening to Fela talk angrily at Eohric yell back. Finally he came over, sad and tired. "Well, she says she met a party of Southrons, who took her to a conference with powerful servants of the Dark Lord, who employed her as a spy. She was promised a large portion of Rohan, along with another who she refused to name. She was ordered to find out about military plans and defenses in Rohan, and to communicate with the other insider. She said no more. Morwen, the peanalty for this is death. We cannot let her go." Morwen thought for a moment. "A duel. She wanted a duel with both Deawen and I. It is my turn." She stood and decided to look for her broken blade. She took a torch and set of searching.

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

(Morwen, you're off a bit recently. You're having grammar issues, spelling issues, other such grotesque impediments.... and Dea and I have been to see The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe! For once we actualy beat YOU to a movie! Bwahahahahahahaha... I'm okay now.)

Artinwe had come back to the battlefield after realising that he was shooting at nothing. (Dea, are you happy now that I've thrown you a bone?) While Aelfred and Eohric had stripped the non-fled DTs of their weapons, Artinwe lingered, gathering his arrows. He decided simply to wait here until Adrod approached. As he sat in quiet meditation (Wish I could do in real life), his mind started to wander. He knew that he would observe (as people nowadays call it) Queensbury Rules during the fight, but he doubted that Adrod would if he were hard pressed.

(Sorry about the novel length, but I have been starving for want of the forum; my parents are trying to make me go cold turkey.)

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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 kicked through the debris of the mele`e (stupid computer!) She had found her blade, and collected some other swords, seeing how (*censored*, fine, okay crappy) her backup sword was. She would need to practice, then concentrate on forgetting her emotions for the fight. (Lady Macbeth, anyone?) Killing an aquaintace was always difficult, friend or not.

She sifted through a group of guards' corpses that surrounded an officer. She found a very nice peice of scalemail that would replace her chainmail nicely, as well as some shortswords, and a jewelled dagger. The helmet the officer wore was very strange, but beautiful; black and gold. Morwen tested the swords, and was happy with them. They were different, but they would do.

Back at the fire, she practiced maneuvers, feints, lunges, parries, and a few special attacks that were especially difficult and Rohirric. Eohric watched from a distance, sitting with his helmet in his lap, braiding and unbraiding the crest. Morwen sat and closed her eyes, and tried to push away her feelings and get into "the zone". She called it coolness, but most called it cruelty. It was unfortunate but necessary.

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