Eomira looked towards Silm her eyes a stern fearless blue. <br>
"It may yet come to that. But know this, I am not afraid of death, I've been close to it many times." Eomira laughed lightly. "I think we've had enough despair for tonight." she glanced back over at the festivities. "though I'm not sure I'm willing to go back to the quarrling just yet."

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"As have I been close to it, mellon nin, and I am sorry that you, in your mortal years, have had to see it's face approach so many times..." Silmarwen spoke quietly then ceased the discussion, her face ever calm, her eyes somewhat sorrowful but still expressing silent resign. She smiled softly at the mention of the quarrel. "It will end with laughing no doubt...."

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

Eomira smiled wryly <br>
"Or someones head getting chopped off by a dwarves axe." Eomira sighed lightly and glanced around murmuring, "What I need right now it just a good old fashion ride."

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Silmarwen raised a brow slightly but smiled. "Perhaps you would enjoy some company on that ride? Dawnshadow should be anxious for a small ride..."

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

I hope you two don't plan to die soon, I want you guys to be around for sometime, I think it would get boring if we only had Deawen and Artinwe. Also I expect you to be back by four got that, no talking to strangers and bring back suveners. LOL

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(^^ hahaha Got it, Boss)

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

(*salutes* Aye aye mo'capitan!) <br>
Eomira smiled and bowed. "Your company would be most welcome my friend, now then..." Eomira glanced around. "Perhaps I should use someone's horse...I might disturb the peace if I call for him"

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glances over at Thoren* you dont expect me to obey that right?
Midira slipped away after awhile she sat staring at her medallions she started flipping small pebels, she yawned and realised she still had the cloak on (i still say bad fashion! lol) she slipped it off leaving her with her old cloak it's thick fabric layering light chainmail she pulled the hood up.
Deawen was born in Rohan a daughter of a soldier, she became a handmaiden to Eowyn her brother and father taught her to fight he brother broke away from Rohan and started his own army and he made the Dragon Tears Deawen broke away as well she created the Phantoms the Greatest Fighting force ever seen! with their fighting skills and great horsemen ship it would seem they would shame the rohirrirm (jamie is so going to kick my butt for that ) but they had no place to call home no kingdom they wandered around Hired for someone elses cause. then war broke out between the rohirrim and the Dragon tears Deawen fought her best friend then became an ally the Dragon tears and Phantoms merged to one massive group but still no kingdom to call thier own. Deawen had many adventures but her greatest was when she stopped her fighting and adventuring and Married Artinwe, thier Daughter Midira took on a likeness of Deawen same build and mind. Deawen seemed ever youthful till her death she taught her daughter everything she needed to know except how to let go. Midira loved her Mother and she loved her father but after her mothers death Artinwe was never the same.

but what of the Dragon Tears Artinwe said they could not be Trusted maybe so they were not the same men Deawen fought along side these were thier sons. but even Deawen took in prisoners that swore alliengence to her. Deawen had a saying when it came to kings supressing their people "swear Alliegence to the flag to whatever flag they offer,but quietly teach the children to hold on and never give up on the old ways"
Midira looked around her and saw something fluttering in the breeze she stood up and halfway drew her sword and walked towards the object. the trees surrounded it like a ring she entered the ring of trees to the very object it was a banner. the thick fabric printed with a silver dragon she traced the design it was a phantom Banner she looked around as she heard a noise.
(okay who loves me now that i have posted a really long post!? I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY THOREN!)

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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 extremely happy, but what's with the phantoms finding us and always after you. I hope their on our side for if their not we have to move bases again I really did not want to be discovered by an enemy quite yet that's for a few posts yet to come. Though you could set up someone that could betray us. I need a little help with that, still trying to figure out how the king should get the ring. Any way also if a flag is posted in the ground that means that they claim the land and last I checked the rebels controlled the land and the trees above. Just thought I'd let you know and say that I will not declare war on them for falsely claiming our land in their name. But besides that I very overjoyed.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Thoren saw the flag and stopped playing he jumped from tree to tree and landed in the trees above and cloaked him self almost flawlessly with the tree. And watched just like old times. Midra I said flawlessly got that, you always have a nack for making me look inferior in hiding when I used to be a thief thus I must be the very good or I would be dead.

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

Eomira noticed and watched Thoren and glanced at Silm. <br>
"Looks like our ride might not be for pleasure." Eomira slowly climbed down to the ground and walked carefully in the shadows towards the horses. Saddling a small black gelding, she mounted and drew her hood over her face. "No time to call for Athelas, I'll just have to borrow one."

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Silmarwen nodded and followed Eomira, leaping upon her own horse who was quite nearby as always. She left Dawnshadow unsaddled, riding bareback quite capably. She managed a slight smirk, "As long as you return it..."

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

Eomira flashed a grin from beneath her hood. <br>
"Oh, I will...in a few years or so," she joked.

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I think this is not what Deawen had in mind when she made that post... o well.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Midira touched the banner she flet around it and touched something that was not cloth she pulled from it a parchment
"Midira
do you plan to turn your back on us?
or will you ride at the front like your mother did of old?
Will you let the old ways die?"

Midira read it with confusion a dragon tear or phantom for sure but why and who?

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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

Eomira slowly nudged her horse, or hers for the moment forward. Immediately, her Rohirrim side took over. Slowly she leaned down and whispered softly into the horses ears in Rohirric. <br>
The horse responded and seemed to slip from one shadow to the next, and quietly ever so quietly, Eomira drew one of her swords and held it under her cloak.

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