Yay

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

((Kay, they're PMed. We should be able to start up again in a bit.))

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((hurrah, i missed this))

Rean (haha i rembereed her name) waited as the sun rose, breifly aluminating her hiding place, before a cloud covered it.

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Made by Lembas

((Hurray Now we only have to wait for Nauriel ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

*Fires up a exceedingly cool device flowing with a gazillion watts of electricity* Live! Live! Live! Muahahaha! I'm so glad this RP is back up!

Fearan glanced at the man who just fell from the tree. "You can ride with me, Miriel, but shouldn't we help this man? Hw many druck people just fall out of trees in the middle of no-where?" Fearan crouched down beside the man. "What's your name?" He asked, though he doubted the answer would be inteligible.

Meleth nudged Minuial a little closer. "Not many, and those that do somehow make me think they aren't worth helping."

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My name is Prince pig...he looked at Fearan with a look of disgust (It's Dernhelm, and he's drunk...again.)

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"Isn't that...Dernhelm?" Miriel took a step closer to the man to take a bettere look. Once she'd recognised him, she tapped Fearan on the shoulder and said: "Well this man surely isn't worth helping as we tried it many times before without any use. Come, lets go."

((Remember, we tried to save Dernhelm of his Nazgul and he led us in a trap, so Miriel is pretty pissed at him ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(Lol, i think of something to persuade her to take him)

"You can't leave me...without me, you are lost, for now that i am free of the Nazgul i am revived, but i can sense their presence, just as Frodo could after he was stabbed." He looked up with a child's face "Got any wine? My flash is empty."

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Fearan grimaced. He wanted to help, but look what that had gotten him into! "We could tie him up and deposit him in the next villiage we find." He suggested, turning down Dernhelm's request for wine.

Meleth looked doubtful at this. "We don't know what he might do - I say we leave him. Last time we tried to help him, it turned out very badly."

Minuial stamped restlessly and the elf winced as her wounded shoulder was jostled painfully. "We need to go soon, and he'll only hold us up."

((You're gonna have a hard time convincing this one ))

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Miriel nodded in agreement with Meleth and turned her back at Dernhelm, her face showing no hesitation, while she said: "You had friends Dernhelm, you should have kept them. It would have been in your advantage now.. " She looked a little worried at Meleth. "Are you okay? Should I renew the bandage?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"No," said Meleth a little too quickly, perhaps out of anxiety. "There are more important things. Fearan...I know not what to say to you, only that Dernhelm has had his chance. We cannot afford another ambush, no matter how desperate he might seem."

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Fearan nodded. This friendship was over. "Fare well, Dernhelm." He mutteed softly. "Try not to get into too much more trouble." He mounted Rinithil and held out a hand to help Miriel up beside him.

"wait...Fearan...you mother killed at a very early age. My father told me something before he died. Your mother wasnt killed, she went into hiding. I have been to see a few times, she has been wondering when she will see her boy again. I could take you to her. But I'd say she has only another year or so to live...she is very frail."

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"Don't listen, Fearan," said Meleth very quickly, but her voice trembled. Her own parents lay dead and buried, slaughtered when she was very young.

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