Niniën looked amused at Elegost and grinned, "Of course you do.." Then she turned around and slowly followed Deawen, making sure not to run, as she didn't think the captain of the Southern men did them a favour. Somewhere before the camp, she dismounted and slowly walked back to the camp on foot. "Better not to return together, especially not with Kolth in the neighbourhood.."Niniën remarked as she nodded into the direction of where she recognised the contours of their captain. "We better avoid him for half a day."

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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.

Deawen nodded in agreement " try a week" Deawen commented. " Think we were followed?" Deawen asked suddenly spotting Kolth as well " we better scatter I have a strong notion that as soon as i begin to tie Bredol Up The Wrath of Kolth will be on me... " Deawen sighed as Hilam came up Deawen glared at him and ignored his presence

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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

Deawen still on horse back sat facing the woods just in case they were followed who ever was wouldn't live to report back. she didnt' think they were followed but she wanted to take no chances. Bredol chomped at his bit in boredom the sound echoed slightly which made Deawen fidgity.

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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

is this a dead post now?

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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

(Not if I can help it! *brings in a defibulator* )
To his own amazment Kolth let Deawen and Nienor retire to thier tents without so much as a wink. He felt that this was the straw that would break his back, and he didn't want to have to deal with it this late at night. He climbed into bed, knowing that those tow would get a proper tongue lashing in the morning.

Deawen stood on the outside of the camp for awhile before she noticed Kolth was nowhere to be seen. Deawen groaned and turned her horse around to camp and rode quietly to her tent. the appending doom stayed low to the ground so close it was sufficating. Deawen went inside her tent to find her usaul two dogs greeting her Deawen flopped on her bed and didn't move till morn.

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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

(Hello everybody! Deawen has been keeping me updated on this post and i would REALLY like to join on the side of the Gondorians, so let me know if that is alright with everybody. It seems alright with Deawen, who is sitting right next to me watching me make a million mistakes as I write this.)

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

Dawn broke in a quiet mist bringing golden light and warmth.Deawen laid on her bed not wanting to get up, she was safe here in her tent safe from Kolth's wrath and the cold morning. Deawen sighed and rolled out of her warm soft bed. after dressing in her normal attire of a black riding skirt black tunic with a heavy black cloak. Deawen knew once she stepped outside her tent she was fair game to Kolth. It was a risk but life had to continue. Deawen didn't put on her weapons save a dagger. she stepped outside the cool morning air was refreshing, But Deawen didn't stop to enjoy it instead she walked right to her stallion Bredol who nickered and tossed his head as she greeted him. soon Deawen had him saddled and ready to ride. Deawen wasn't going anywhere she just wanted to make sure Bredol was fit. Deawen Had Bredol Prance his smooth gait up and down the rows of tents. Some of the men gathered and snickered at Bredol's odd four-beat gait but Deawen ignored them. Like his Rider Bredol was not very tall or massive but a brave war horse none the less. they had gaited down the longest stretch of tents at a slow pace but now Deawen wanted speed she spurred Bredol Into the fastest and smoothest gait besides the canter. Bredol's legs stretched out and moved in a lateral four beat gait Deawen flew down the row in no time. she repeated this several times before just walking around the camp.

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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

Kolth watched Deawen put Bredol through his paces. That horse was just as finely gaited as his own, Storm. Shee was a good horsewoman, he had to admit that (not as good as he also had to be admitted) but at least he wouldn't have to admit it out loud. He stormed out in front of Bredol and Deawen. The look on his face could have curdled milk until it decided that running away was much more productive. "You, soldier, have some explaining to do." He threatened. "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't have you expelled for disobedience!"

Niniën sat cross-legged on the moist grass, facing the woods. Behind her she heard the voices of Kolth and Deawen and realised that her friend hadn't been able to escape their captain.
The same unpleasant feeling as the day before, like a cold chill, overtook her for a moment. Then she got up and walked over to Kolth.
"Perhaps we should get moving and break up the camp.." she interupted 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.

Deawen Saw Kolth and slowed Bredol to a halt. She dismounted in a small respect for Kolth. " Captain you know i am not a soldier I am a mercenary" Deawen corrected she was in good humor. " I am sorry captain I could not help being cooped up for so long."

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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

"If you do not enjoy being cooped up then leave." Kolth growled. "I am at wit's end with you, and you know had any other been your commander he or she'd have cut off your head for such insolence." He turned to Nienor. "Why do you say we should leave?" He asked.

"Because," Niniën started, carefully chosing her words "I think the Southerners have scouts of their own too. Perhaps we can deceive them a bit longer by going to another place more regularly, before they'll find us.." She remembered the Captain of last night who seemed convinced enough to say he knew this area well. "Have you got new strategy Kolth? I can't bare to have these strangers wondering through our woods as if it is theirs.."

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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.

Instead of Deawen stiffening up and bristling her shoulders dropped slightly and set her eyes downcast. " If i could Leave I would but thats not going to happen...You know as well as I In exchange for my life I Serve your Tribe leader And unfortunatly You until he sees Fit..." Deawen said alittle irratated at having to bring up her delima. " If obedience Is what you want I'll grant you that!" Deawen said with alittle resentment.

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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'll believe that when it happens" He grumbled. Of course he couldn't dimiss her. The tribe leader himself demanded she be kept on a short leash under Kolth's watchful gaze, and if there was anything Kolth had learned after years of searving the tribe leader, it was not to disobey him. Unfortunatley she kept chewing at the leash. "If you disobey again, I'll have to send you back to the tribe leader and have him do away with you." Kolth threatened. He turned his attention back to Ninien. "I agree with you" He said. "We have to move. Pack up your things and be ready in a n hour.

Deawen stiffened alittle as to start protesting but she remained silent. Bredol stood quietly he did not chomp at his bit nor snort at being kept from the grass. Deawen sighed as her wandering and fleeting mind had already found an alternative subject to think about. Deawen just stood with no complaint at not being dismissed promptly, she scratched Bredol's neck absent-mindedly.

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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