Midira folded the parchment up into a tiny square and placed in her pocket. everything was quite no sounds of tree frogs nothing only the soft rustle of the breeze. Midira heard a snap she turned to find the source but saw none she drew a knife and her sword in a flash (who can guess the knife?) still nothing she waited Midira slowly grounded her feet into a ready stance. (no it's not 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

(*looks around suspiciously* who is it..*shifty eyes*)

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( Good I don't want to be charged with child abuse, I'll leave that to the evil king. So what's be hind door number 1#)

Thoren heard a snap and quietly drew his flute fitted a dart, poisoned, but not deadly. Then drew a elongated dagger. Silently stood up with out using his hands for support and readied himself Midra may need help.

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

(is it Silm? o.0)

<br>Eomira looked around from her perch in the trees. A shaft of moonlight hit the scar on her face eerily. Slowly, her hand reached towards one of her sword hilts.

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(o.o No... I'm still in a tree!!)

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

(lol...you never know...*more shifty eyes*)

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Midira waited she sensed being surrounded by what she didn't know only that this was not a very good spot to fight in they could see her but she could not see them. Midira heard a sound of someone rushing towards her it soon turned to horses hoof beats a rider sped into view charging straight at her Midira fell to one knee swords up the rider with sword drawn slashed at her as he passed by Midra blocked and stabed up wards hitting the horse it squealed in terror Mdiria pulled her swords out and together they moved as one she knocked the rider off slit his throat. another rider soon followed with a lance ( LANCERS!) Midira beat the lance down but was not sucessful hitting the rider the rider turned his horse about and was joined by four more riders midira dashed under spear and lance into the woods. she ran as fast as she could she was chased by the riders they were catching up with her she zig zaged through the trees. to her the riders seemed to be expecting her to go that way they slowed down at a certain point Midir a kept running.

( okay it's not done yet soo try not to mess it up to bad don't kill them off all they way other wise my plan wont work)

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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

(^^ Ok, I'll take my time getting there... -_- Though I don't know WHY the HECK we'd just sit there watching.... ) Silmarwen watched for a moment, silently signalling for her horse to come to stand beneath the tree, the horse's hooves silent in step.

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

Thoren lept from the trees silently shot a dart but missed as the riders gave pursute he fitted another and followed leaping from tree to tree. he had to wait for the riders to stand still be fore he could help midra... Why were they after her... Who are they and is the hide out in danger.

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

now to countinue this.....

Midira before she knew it she was surrounded by riders and and soldiers she did recgonise as the kings men she fought a desparete battle and she could not keep them grouped the fanned out around her then her world went the darkest she had ever known it to be.
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Now for the phantoms
the Phantoms were ready for their war with over 17 units (each has five hundred so multiply 500 by 17 and you get 8,500 men) this was only the Phantoms and with joined with the Dragon tears made them a force of 19,554 they were as ready as the would ever be it was now time to strike fear into the heart of the enemy rumors had already be sent through the kingdom that an Imortal army was against them (no not elves) a force that could not die they were Phantoms and natrally the king either wanted this exposed as fraud or he wanted that army.

on a large field they esembled the phantoms riding in the in the front two riders abreast every other rider with a banner of a diffrent color. a deep beat of a drum heard horses whinning and stamping.a fearful sight

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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's eyes flared. She saw it all. The struggle, Mirdira running and the moment that the King's men had taken her. Eomira was shaken. Even now as she watched from above, Eomira's eyes took in everything. Her hand turned to a grip around her sword hilt. <br>

(hmm....I'm thinking she might nearly jump then someone stops her...if no one volunteers then hey! She'll jump!)

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(*shifty eyes* I'm ready to bounce in as soon as Deawen says ok.... *wants to stay away from the wrath and loverly knives of Deawen* o.o )

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

okay back to my Phantoms



the phantoms now esembled in the two coloums started to fan out this time they were not just regular army with them they had brought trebuchets and one of thier own designs jack like they were small and sharp get fro stoping an army nothing stops an army better than hurt feet. the dragon tears followed on foot they did not carry banners of many colors just a Black banner with the Dragon holding a sphere. Bredon who at the head of the coloum Dressed in his finest armor Black and silver All phantoms had this armor along with a helm and a mask. in the times of Deawen some phantoms made themselves look like the undead to strike the superstitions but in this time of science and Knowledge it was pointless so what they did was Dressed as Deawen would have in all black armor with silver embrodery and each horse was either painted black but none was left a light color. Bredon stood in front of his men sword in hand he looked proud and tall
" My Brothers! it seems to me this is the second time The Dragon Tears and the Phantoms have tried to take this city! but they failed! We will not make Such a mistake AGAIN! You are an elite Force You have traveled many lands fought many wars and battles for no cuase of your own But now Deawen Herself if she was alive she would SEE THIS KING AND TAKE HIM DOWN!" the phantoms cheered and raised sword or spear " THIS IS YOUR CAUSE PRESERVE THIS WAY OF LIFE!" a second shout from the Dragon tears and phantoms Bredon smiled he turned his horse and the first line of phantoms lowered spears but he turned again and the spears were raised " Lets wait for the cowards to come out" he saidand so they waited. Bredon knew if the king was smart he would not send out a force but this king has made too many mistakes in the past wars to prove he had wisened up the king would not be fighting an army of mindless soldiers (like orcs) each soldier could think on his own. skilled to fight on foot, horseback in a tree and any where else you can put them.
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now back to Midira

Midira was awakened by a pain in her head her head bounced up and down a bit she opened her eyes and realised she was looking down at the ground she focused and saw a stirrup and boot she straightened slightly and looked at her surroundings her hands were bound and she was on a horse she turned her head and saw one of her captors he looked down at her and grined evily Midira smiled back sarcastically (cough*JustlikeDeawen*cough*)

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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 under the impression Deawen wants to be captured)

The king looked forth from the observatory and saw the army. He stared and then laughed. " They plan to bait you..." "Let them come. " Your fullishness will be your down fall." " I know I can beat them I'm invensible." " No but I can they will be desimated under the claw of the golden dawn"" and the silver dusk." the rings bent his mind and forced down to his thoughts were only whisps of the wind. Then The got on the golden dragon placed the ring near its eye there was a brilaint flash and the rider and the dragon became one. (mixed voice.)The dragon olpened its marow revealing sharp teeth and erupted "to war." and took flight once outside he rored and spread its wings to full width . the army roured and readyed the catupults. Gandor would not fall to these simpletens. the gates olpened and the army poured out driven be fear and false promises. The dragon flew a head of the army burning any thing that got in its way.

(sorry but the king must not fall yet. But i'm giving you the honor of his tuoghest force.)

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

I accept YOUR CHALLENGE! *takes of glove and slaps Thoren with it *
8) believe me he will lose most of his forces and it's GONDOR FOR HEAVENS SAKE!)

all was still the phantoms did not move they had no intention in taking the city it's self no they had a bigger goal
(ironicaly Dragon against dragon)

(two things tony one can you play the kings men that captured midira and his army )

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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

(*looks at Inferno then at Deawen* umm...excuse me...WHERE DOES EOMIRA AND SILMARWEN FIT INTO ALL THIS?!?) (excuse the caps)

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