Deawen rolled her eyes " no you haven't i killed over 100 rohirrim soldiers, twenty Gondorians and loads of others...."

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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

Cora couldn't help but let loose a light smirk. "Bragging, are we, Deawen?.... "

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"no!" she shifted "okay yes but just a little!" she said in her defence

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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

Rochnur was quiet all through Malhock's sad story. Could it be true? The man was convincing, though almost all criminals thirsting for freedom were. And yet, this man had somthing else. Rochnur believed his story, but didn't know why. Rochnur caught the man's eyes, and held the gaze. The eyes that stared back at him were beaten, yet there was a glimmer behind them. Still holding the Malhock's gaze, he asked
"So what do we do now?"

Cora smiled slightly at Deawen then glanced towards Rochnur at his question. She let out a pondering sigh. "As Deawen said, we shall do what we can to get his situation recognized fairly..." she replied firmly, standing to her feet once more.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Rochnur sighed and shifted his gaze away from Malhock. "I agree."

Renald had been listening, but at the same time moving slightly towards the wheel of the wagon and he began touching for a sharp edge even in the wood just to cut his bonds. He needed to get back to Bree and his inn, far away and out of this mess as fast as possible. He had no intentions of being hanged by filthy gondorians.

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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!

Malhock looked them all. The rohirm wouldn't belive his story after killing those inocents. He contemplated escape again and shut his eyes shifting his hands in the rope.

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

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Cora had her focus on the prisoner, and took no heed of the thief's attempt to escape (:D hehe) . "Malhock.... you escape and you make it worse for yourself... please, take heed of my word. You come calmly, and things will work out more easily" She explained quietly.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Malhock nodded. He stopped for a moment then while she wasn't looking continued to try and loosen the rope. His wrists were being burnt from the friction but he could withstand the pain.

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

[!*#_:]

The rope hissed strangely from the friction, and Cora turned her gaze again to the prisoner with a warning glance, and giving him a chance to obey that alone, she turned to see to hooking the horse back to the slightly charred wagon. (Don't ya just love elven rope? It has the darndest ways of getting its owner to notice...)

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~Cyclist in Training~

Malhock sighed and banged his head against the ground. He was staying.

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

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"no use escaping (or as we say in my group Escopied!) it will just make things worse i have a rule you try to escape and i shoot you to slow you down you try again and i shoot to kill.." she said this relatively calm her gaze not faltering

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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

Malhock looked at her with tired empty eyes. He nodded slowly and fell asleep on the floor.

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

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((((wait. I think I'm lost. What floor do you fall asleep on Malhock?" The wagon? Confusion! Ahhhh.))))
Rochnur lept down from the ledge, wincing a bit from pain as he landed the long fall.

(o.o I tink he meant ze glround...)

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