(*cringe* >< SLOW DOWN!!!!)

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

(true, well in your next post mark my latest so that my part won`t be ignorred)

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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!

(*points to "charge" post* Arinae is currently in battle, Corus... and please >< Let's just... slow down just a bit...)

Arinae turned amid battle and faced Corus, taking a deep breath. "That's a possibilty... " she hastily replied, having no time to pondor over the suggestion. Anything would be better than having the men slaughtered so cruelly.

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

(sorry I misunderstood... I`ll edit my post)

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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!

((Seconds what Silwarwen says! :trys to catch up, breathless: :slowly types each word, calming down: Maybe it was the coffee...))

Tindomerel spun around at the sound of Rhayader's voice. She turned herself around, stumbling at the sudden turn. She firecely attacked an orc, her temper coming out in a crazed rage. She then saw Rhayader wounded, fighting still.
She made her way to his side, fighting next to him. She saw how deep the wound looked. She used her free hand and whistled long and hard, using all the breath she could get. She continued whistling for Rhayader, paniced.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Before long Jax arrived near where Tindomerel and
Rhayader were. He continued fighting, trying to keep the orcs away from Rhayader so Tindomerel could help him.

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

((:slowly peaks head in: Everyone good now? Everyone take a nice deep breath...Coffee in the middle of the day is bad for me. ))

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

(Sorry got carried away)

Rhayader looked at them both and snarled.
"Forget me and get fighting. Rohan needs you more then I!"
With that he charged back into the fray.

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

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(doesn`t procceed the battle)

Corus slashed orcs with his sword as fast as he could, he received few slashed into his feet, but luckily they were small scrathes thanks to his armour that held the badly aimed slashes. Suddenly his horse jumped on it`s back feet throwing Corus off it`s back, Corus flew onto the ground cursing as he slashed few orcs away from him. He got up and had to continue the fight on foot since his horse left running away.

(g2g, you can continue I`ll just write what Corus was doing at that time)

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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!

(K, Curunir, sorry about all the confusion >< )

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

((Okay. Hyperness is gone. Sorry everyone. I get into swings like that, with or without coffee.))

Tindomerel shook her head. "I need you," she snapped, killing another orc, "And I am not leaving you."
She whistled again, harder and louder than before. Somewhere off in the distance a black stallion looked up from peacefully grazing and a sleeping she-wolf's ears pricked up.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Jax continued fighting, holding off the orcs best he could so Tindomerel could help Rahyader.

He didn't bother saying anythng, he was to preocupied. He fought hard, his strength now starting to wear down fromt he past few days.

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[seems someone was (hyper)active in my absence *chuckles slightly*]

"There milord!" the Rohirrim rider pointed straight ahead "The Deeping Coomb and the Death Downs show. That where our people are held trapped!"

"Aye, so it begins" said Aemornion then he cast a gaze back at his commanders "Dagonet, lead the archers to the North, from there you will strike from afar! Othar, you and Horfin take the left flank and push them closer together so they are more grouped together. I will strike through the middle and try to break the circle they formed up against our allies" his voice loud and determened "Form up and prepare for battle!" he cried out.

Soon the great host was scattered into almost three even groups each with its own mission. The powerful horns blasted throughout the valley as they were within a few furlongs from the enemy. The spears shone, the swords glistened and the banners marked with the White Tree flowed in the wind as they rode finnaly to the aid hopefully not too late.

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

((That would be me... ))

Tindomerel looked around, killing orcs, hoping that Lebethron wasn't tied to a post or something like that. It would take him twice as long to get free. She didn't notice that the Gondorians had come. She was so worried about Rhayader...

Streaking by the Gondorians was a black stallion galloping as fast as he could toward where Tindomerel's whistles had come from. The horse had no saddle, just a bridle hanging freely, with no rider.

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Sig ll Moi

Arinae let out a cry when the banners of Gondor were seen and their trumpets heard loud, giving to the men a new hope. "Hope dawns at last! Look! Gondor has come to aid us!" The cry was passed on, and it was with new hope and a lifted spirit that the Rohirrim fought as though refreshed and renewed, their arms coming down upon the enemy now more fierce than they ever had. The enemy faultered at this new thrust of strength, and the tide began to turn. The banner of Rohan, the horse upon a field of green, was again lifted, retrieved from the hand of a fallen rider with due respect in the form of a deep bow. Night could not darken their hopes now, and the fate was now visioned as that of the enemy and not their own fate.

Arinae made use of her spear until it snapped during a forceful blow, at which time she unsheathed her sword, giving it a twirl before gathering the strength to sever the heads of two orc from their shoulders. Stardance sounded a squealing whinny at the crowded battle, being intervened by either friend or foe every which way his mistress turned him. One sound kick was all that was needed for the steed to free himself from a troublesome orc, and a second freed him from the path of a Haradrim blade. Arinae did her best to keep balance during the stallion's battle antics, her only able arm wielding her sword.

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

Corus fought the orcs for a while before he got hit suddenly in the knee by an orc sword, he grinned in pain as he killed the orc with a slash and then looked around desperately for his horse or anything just to get him out of there. He wasn`t going to stay around, this battle would work out thanks to the gondorians, but his mission here was done and he wasn`t staying around to be arrested.

He felt bad for abandoning the others, but it was all out of his hands for he couldn`t find them in and he was fighting to keep his life, not to mention if they were victorious he wouldn`t still be safe.

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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!