(Thoren, when are you going to get your scrawny bum back heah?! I wanna have a battle or box trial or somethin'. You're killin' us, man!)

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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....

the suspense is killing us............oh i do hope it lasts

zee computer access for thoren is limited Artinwe....i thought you would know that but i guess i was wrong.

we are the champoins no time losers because we are the champoins of the world. i have taken my bows, and my curtian calls, you brought me fame and fortune and everythig that goes with it , i thank you all. but its been no bed of roses no pleasure cruize. i consider it a challenge before all human race that i never lose!

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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'm back)


Thoren Saw that Midra had passed.
He turned to the 'stuward' "I did it becouse she is human."
(call me racest)
He let Midra out and bowed, He then Let Silmarwen inside, shut and locked the door.

(Okay I'm sorry but I'm just going to do these two then I will skip ahead to the end of the day, I'll be doing fast forwards threw time periodicly just so we can get to the good parts of the story full of action betrail and all that jazz... Can't wait! )

(Artinwe: When hears he won't be able to do the test)

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

(I know his access is limited; I just do'n't know why.... Anyway; infernodragon [geez, get yourself a shorter name!], what do you mean about hearing tests? You're confuzzling me, man.)

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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....

(o.o Am I the only one with no bunny on my sig? hehehe)

Silmarwen leaned back against the wall with her arms folded in her usual habit. She took to staring at the box for a while with a slightly raised brow, then she took to a quiet pacing, her hands clasped behind her back while she glanced ever so often at the box. Finally she sat down crosslegged in a far corner and closed her eyes, relaxing in a meditating fashion. (Let's all take the time to meditate now.... what I want you to do is relax.... reeeeellllaaaaax...... now.... go *meditating chant* hummmmmmmmm....... hummmmmmmm.... hummmmmmburger and fried and a large coke......)

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

I never said hearing test, I said when you hear that you can't take the test... Was I really that unclear?????????


1 hour later thoren let Silm out. He bowed and so the test continued till every one was done he stood in front of a dining hall in their base above in the trees. It was a large room, filled with tables toped with food in honor of the new recrutes. Thoren sat at a table in front of the hall his genrals siting the same table. Next to him sat Eomira and Artinwe. Next to Artinwe sat Midra and next to Eomira sat Silmarwen. THen came the rest of the genrals. Thoren just finished his welcoming spech and bid everyone to eat. Music started being played by a band of dwarves and elves (I frosee trouble later on in the feast) that had eaten before the feast. Thoren sat down and started on a large bird leg. his plate consisted of the leg. Some berries covered in a sweet red sauce and a trout. he drank water for he did not enjoy the taste of the rich wines and ales.

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

(o.o Trouble? In between elves and dwarves? Weee lol ^^)

Silmarwen sat back in her chair but didn't touch any of the food before her, prefering to examine the surounding area and those who were there. Eleshna however took to debating with a dwarf on the art of swordmaking.

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

Eomira sat back and picked idly at her food, which consisted of fruits and a small piece of meat. She glanced around then looked at Thoren. <br>
"How many men do you think you have here?" She didn't wait for an answer but merely traced her scar with her hand and murmured, "my time is growing short..."

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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"mabey a few hundred, Rough guess 66o. No where near the kings number.... Time? Short? What do you speak of please do tell."

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

(Yes, you were that unclear. And I do'n't believe Eomira meant for anyone to hear her.)

Artinwe had loaded his plate with an indecency horribly uncharacteristic of the Elves. He had a mountain comprised of two whole salmon, shank of suckling pig (Dibs on the apple!), rack of lamb in sweet sauce, five skinned carrots, a head of steamed broccoli, and a bowl of a creamy potato soup and another bowl of steak soup. Midira looked at him in disgust and said, "Mother did'n't marry you for your moderation, did she?" Artinwe gave a shout of laghter into his steaming chrysanthemum tea (has anybody here had that stuff? It is good). He dignifiedly toweled himself dry as he replied, "No, I really do'n't think she did. She herself never ate more than perhaps half a pound of food, were the entire stores of Minas Tirith laid before her! I myself, when given the chance, am quite obviousy rather more, ahem, liberal with my food consumption."

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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....

Midira rolled her eyes she didn't eat much well compared to her fathers.
she thought about how many the Dragon tears were.

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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

(O.O ..... wow..... *is stuffed just thinking about all that*)

Silmarwen raised her brow slightly at Artinwe's appitite, not having one what so ever herself. What Eomira had said cought her attention, however and she tilted her head slightly to listen.

Meanwhile Eleshna continued her debate with a dwarf, arguing over which precious metal, refined jewels, and finely tanned leather would suit a certain weapon hilt better.

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

Eomira fingered her ring slowly. <br>
"The Rohhirrim people are being made to slave away in mines that even the bravest dwarves would not dare to enter. I will not leave them to suffer..."

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Well it looks like we have our frist mission in a long while... If you could give us layout, and intell on the place we can set to work on liberating your people. that is once we have drawn our men from around middle earth. It will be good practice for our new genrals and recrutes. But we shall not brake the news to our troops for a few days these next few days are for rejoicing, we have not have any brakes from war for so long I could barley remember what a good time really was.

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

(brakes huh? lol) <br>

Eomira nodded slightly. <br>
"from what I gather, they're mining in the mountains terrain close by to where Helm's Deep used to be...it's rubble now. There however might be some refugees hiding out in the plains near Edoras. I want to go there first." Eomira stood and walked away from the Festivities. <br>

(wow...Eomi's moody...lol)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Thoren nodded as she left. he may have just stumble on more recutes. He then turned his attension to the festivities. Some elves and dwarves started to get in a heated debate. THoren sat back injoying the entertainment. He would only intervene if it was nesisary. but right now it wasn't heated enough to justify it, and his popularity amoungst the troops would deminsh and so would the respect he would receive.

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