*Sen nodded, and spoke to the others.*
If I am not needed, I shall be off, and take her to the healers. I bid you all good luck, and a fond farewell.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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('K, I don't have the faintest clue as to what to post. Basically, Alassea is just going to sulk home and find her brother dead. o_o ..Then she'll probably end up dying to.

(Why such a sad ending? How about this (we can fastforward our part of the story to here, if you want); I take Siladhiel to the healers, and then get out of the city. I come upon a band of orcs, who seem to be fighting someone; you. I recognize you, and after both of us whipping down those orcs, you could tell me why you look so distraught; your brother's life is in danger. I will offer to help, and we can save him together. How about it?)

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(free at last!)

okay lets get the escaping going

Deawen fled out into the night air a phantom she was now on her own terms. Deawen made it to the third gate with out trouble till now a soldier stopped her then all hell broke lose he reconised her and sounded an alarm Deawen fled to the first gate she was defenseless with her sorwd hand busted she was forced to fight with her left hand. at the first gate a barricade was set up she was trapped! fifteen soldiers stood between her and freedom Deawen charged but did not use her sword instead she ran straight through the men stepped aside then formed a circle around her "Death and Glory!" she yelled all the soldiers atacked at once she fought them off best she could till her energy was spent she dropped to her knees she shut her eyes waiting for the final blow "a good warrior knows when it is their time!" she heard Theoden king say this to his men when Deawen was little. Deawen felt a cold edge on her throat she shuddered then opened her eyes a lone soldier stood in front of her the others formed a circle again. the lone soldier was Burly he gripped Deawen's neck easily wrapping his hand around her neck her hostied her up off the ground he laughed as she sqrimmed to get free they other men joined in. "let go!!" she yelled then she shouted " i warned you!" she pulled out a knife and slit the mans arm he boxed her left side of her head then dropped her she jumped to her feet and ran up the stairs to the battle ments and jumped. Deawen landed on her feet but she was very sore she contiude to run till she came to a wooded area she rested at a foot of a tree. the sounds of soldiers drifted to Deawen she knew they would comb the whole country for her but where could she go? she got to her feet and staggered behind the tree. there stood an elf with dark hair and eyes he put a finger to his lips Deawen made a small noise in surprise then drew her sword the elf rushed forward and pinned her to the tree Deawen fought to get free " i will not go back!" she yelled the elf covered her mouth but Deawen kicked him the elf drew his sword then said " forgive me!" before knocking her out.

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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

Leofwyn Morwen had followed Deawen quietly through the streets. She could tell that Deawen was not trained for sprinting long distances. The dragon tears were trained to fight and ride and surprise attacks, but not the light running and cross country (HA!). SHe saw the elf know out Deawen. SHe stepped forward into the light, and asked, "Panto tana indan?" (What was the meaning of that?)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Eadwyn closely tailed the other two Rohirrim, wondering where on Earth they were going. Suddenly, Leofwyn began speaking in Rohirric (right?) to someone. Eadwyn caught up to her, and stood there.

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Character: Artinwe Narmacil
Race: Elf
Appearance: short, dark hair, tall/thin, green eyes; bow of the Galadhrim, glaive strapped to back, *beep* (hand-and-a-half) sword

'I apologize, lady," said the elf. "She was yelling, jeopardizing our lives. I promise, I mean no harm. Did I ever see you before? In Rohan?" Leofwyn made a double take at being recognized by a complete stranger (yeah, right, Morwen ). "It doesn't matter. There's no time," he said. "We have to get Deawen away first." Leofwyn didn't argue; though she was even more shocked that he knew Deawen's name. "Let's get back to the rest of my friends," Leofwyn said. "We'll talk after."

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

Leofwyn and Artinwe turned to go, Deawen's limp form in his arms. They nearly ran into a (sorry, aerwen, what race are you?). Leofwyn said:"The elf is coming with us. don't ask questions.Yet."

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

[ lol...I'm Eadwyn, the Fair Knight, of Rohan, remember? Human ]

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(morwen Dragon Tears are trained for sprinting it's just Deawen's energy is spent she is wounded and frightened so a little way is forever and we create fear and doubt so Ha!)

Deawen's head ached her whole body ached she felt like the world was closing about her. Deawen's thoughts wandered to her friends Morwen and Estel. "where are they?" she asked her self then a light came into veiw(oh god! stay away from the light!) Deawen felt peacful (ah she's gonna Die!) then a sharp pain in her head made her wince she opened her eyes she could see only blurrs. suddenly she felt a cup being pressed to her lips she took a sip it was bitter she coughed and sputtered. her right hand was bandeged she was still weak to move so she just listened to the ones around her. (hahahahah Deawen does not Die! yet)

we ride before a host we mingle and start rumors we create fear and doubt we are the Dragon tears we are the phantoms!

and did we forget anyone in the dungeons?

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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

[Me? ]

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(sorry for the lack of post my computer is crazy. Um..... Sen Starfire you can play faramir)

Tray saw the elf. He hope she did't recones him. He had saw Deawen, the elf and a few other people. His hand finger the moon and the sun. Mabey this is what is grad-father ment.

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The Quiet A-U Gentlewomen

I still have this horrible feeling we left someone behind!Morwen1 head count!( ahhh we are being followed! it okay more the merrier right?")

so how is everyone? any one still trying to figuer out Deawen? I hope not because it gets more confusing any questions you may have please send a private message!

a dull pain throbbed Deawen's head and world "how long?" she asked her self " two days we thought we lost you Deawen." the voice said softly Deawen heared someone approach her she felt around with her left hand "no weapons!" Deawen thought "no i didn't want you too hurt any one when you woke up Deawen!" the voice said but this time not in her head she acutally heard the voice she opened her eyes to see the elf sitting next to her she tried to move away but she was to sore. she gasped "don't move to much..." he said concerned "whats wrong with me?"she asked "well your right hand is mending and your head is also mending." he answered Deawen felt tired again she shut her eyes and slept.

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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

Question: Morwen1, are you here?

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

I'll just pretend you are. -explanation: Big brother over shoulder- the "explosives engineer"

Artinwe's gaze left Deawen. "Leofwyn, I lived in Rohan for a time. I served in the army . Not in your eored; but I'm sure I saw you at large musterings. Obviously, I'm an elf, but I'm quite young. I'm a man-year younger than one yen, so to you, I'm 143. Deawen didn't know that the voice that inhabited her head was actually that of a real person." "But how is that possible?" Leofwyn interrupted. "Like this," Artinwe's voice said inside her head. "Will Deawen be all right?" Leofwyn asked."She had some nasty wounds..." "She'll be all right. For now, let her sleep."

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

Morwen1- where are we, and where is everyone else?

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....