Deawen dismounted and climbed a tree she called down to her horse " find ye own way round Bredol !" she climbed the branches so that she was directly over the stream "please don't break!" she whispered suddenly a big blob landed on her hand Deawen shoke her hand voilently and lost her balance she fell on the bank but her feet hit the water she was instantly out.
Deawen came round and had no idea how long she had been out she felt dazed she couldn't think clearly she staggered to her feet and fumbled up the hill. she walked miles before reaching the Palace she didn't get to the Gates she collasped before that she was still awake but with no energy.

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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

An elf maiden, that was too petiet for Eruraina's taste, had looked to her wound. The elf made her drink some nameless, disusting stuff, and put a dried herd on her leg that made it sting. Finally a real bandage was put on it, and the elf leg Eruraina go. Now she wasn't limping, and she walked back out to the hall. Eruraina had herd the hole conversation.
"Your not leaving without me!" she said, and jutted her jaw forward in that stuborn way of hers, and with a stuborn look in her eye to match...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((*Is lost and waits for an opportunity to come in again*))

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(I'm lost, and I haven't even posted yet.)

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(*sigh* In short, there's been a spider invasion, and there's now an orc attack outside the Palace walls..)

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((can we get started again?))

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((OOC: May I join? I'll post IC just in case...))

Through the thick shadow of foliage trotted a bright golden stallion, a cloaked form riding bareback. The rider ducked under a low-lying branch, the top of her silvery cloak scratching lightly. "No wonder they call it Mirkwood," she muttered as she looked through the gloom. "I left Lorien for this?"

The Elf maiden sighed, urging her horse on in what she hoped was the general direction of the palace. "Pad moe, Elental," she told him.

The stallion snorted, tossing his silver-white mane. He wanted to run, to be free in the open -he didn't like this gloomy forest, but he would obey his mistress. He slowed his pace, allowing the Elf to look around.

Time passed, without any meeting of anyone else. Then, as if it had suddenly appeared out of the trees, she saw the palace. The maiden gasped, seeing the orcs attack. She had come to Mirkwood to fight, of course, but she had planned to make herself known before the battle started. It seemed she would have to work the other way around, however.

Jumping swiftly off her horse and drawing a gleaming Elven blade, she cried "Nae! Gurth a chyth-in-edhil!" and jumped into the heat of battle.

She pushed her hood back, revealing an ageless face with fair skin and dark hair. She slew severall orcs before seeing a- a human?- collapsed near the gates. The Elf rushed to her side. "Are you alright?" She asked, speaking the Common tongue, not waiting to wonder why a mortal was in an Elven forest.

((Translations: Pad moe, Elental=Walk softly, Elental
Nae! Gurth a chyth-in-edhil!=Alas! Death to the foes of the Elves!))

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

Deawen could careless about the fighting going on around her. when the elf asked her if she was alright she frowned " no I am not alright.." her speech slurred and she drifted into a stupor again.

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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