*As soon as Deawen shook him, Sen awoke. He breathed in the cool, early morning air. When Deawen had left, Sen folded up the fur and put it in its place. He follwed Deawen soon after to their room, and passing her on her way out, gave a soft smile, and a kiss on the cheek. Closing the door behind him, he opened up his armoir, and took out his black armor. He did not put it on, however, but packed it away as he donned his warm riding clothes. There was too long of a journey to ride in the armor. He strapped his two swords to his back, however, before coming out for breakfast. He was too cautious to be that lax on the journey. He greeted the others as he sat down at the table, and slid a piece of toast onto his plate, spreading jam thickly over the warm bread.*

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(Ummm Sen, You accidentaly used my Name in that last post....I am just saying... )
Deawen Sat down at the table and consumed alittle bread and milk.
once she was finished the others were as well. " My friends I feel it is time for us to leave" she said a servant had brought Deawen's sword belt, which was loaded with knives and daggers and impressive sword. She donned a clock that was thick and heavy. she picked up her leather bag and shouldered her pack then headed to the stables.

The stables were clean and airy, filled with horses of every color and size. seven horses where saddled and ready to ride. A servant had went to Morwen's and returned with her horse Camria. A horse of Jet black stood patiantly this was Sen's horse, Next to that was a a small Chestnut stallion with flaxen mane and tail he did not stand quietly but tossed his head and stamped. He bit his grooms who dared to get near, His ears were pinned back warning everyone he was boss. Upon hearing Deawen's soft footfall he pricked his ears forward then whickered in greeting. The head groom tried to led the stallion over to Deawen but the horse reared and tried to bite the groom, the groom fell back into the slushy mud. The other groom snickered, one grabbed ahold of the lead rein and pulled sharply on the bit the stallion sqealed in anger and pulled harder the groom just as hard. " HOLD!" Shouted Deawen, THe groom Froze even Bredol stopped ears alert. Deawen walked up to the horse without fear " Bredol for shame, " her voice was low and scolding " for Shame Bredol" the stallion humbled himself quickly lowering his head so that it rested on her chest. she stroaked his mane "shhh" and smiled, he was only tame for her,the bond between them was old and rooted. " led him over there" she ordered pointing away from the stables, the groom yanked on the reins sharply causing Bredol to half rear, Deawen quickly reacted by grabbing the reins and whipped the young groom once he coward slightly not knowing her temper " Bredol is my war Horse, not a plow horse, He needs a gentle yet firm hand!" she cried, Eston came over and held Bredol's reins the stallion nipped at Eston who just pushed the horses muzzle away. Deawen turned briskly and swung into the saddle.

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

With as strong a smile she could muster that early in the morning, Imlosiel greeted her companions who were currently partaking of their breakfasts at the large table. She sat down and served herself to a bit of bread with jam.
While she could could not discern the exact flavor of the spread, she enjoyed it none-the-less, and took a small helping of seconds with a bowl of oatmeal. Such a hearty meal woke her up, made her feel ready for anything.

An important question passed through her mind, and as she finished chewing her last piece of bread she asked of Sen "I apologize in advance if this issue is to cause you much toil, but seeing as I have arrived here on foot and have no horse on which to ride with you and the others, what do you suggest I do? Borrow a hose for the time being of the journey, an simply ride with another companion? I do not wish to cause any trouble in asking this," she said, her eyes casting downward.

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Deawen urged the horse forward into a smooth trot that was a trait from the breed. She paced the grounds letting the stallion stretch when she was finished she dismounted. she held her own reins and spoke softly to the horse " For wierþe hengest to norðan eard
" (Journey worthy horse to northern lands) She said using her native tounge

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

*Sen mounted his jet-black warhorse, Flarenath, after having secured his saddlebags. He turned at Imlosiel's question, and pointed out the other horses saddled nearby.*
Lady Imlosiel, there are horses over there that have been provided for you; if you so wish, however, I am sure someone wouldn't mind taking you along for the ride.
*Sen sat back up, and called over to Deawen.*
It seems like there is at least a few eager to get going; Flarenath has not been this ancy in a long time.
*True enough, Flaenath was biting at the bit, and stomping his massive hooves into the stable floor.*

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Deawen turned and led her horse close to Sen, " least your horse doesn't terrorize the grooms" she laughed and stroaked Flarenath's nose, Bredol grew jealous and nipped the other horses nose , " Bredol " she scolded the stallion whickered in reply. Flarenath just pinned his ears, compared in size Bredol seemed to be a pony as he only stood thirteen hands.
Deawen remounted her horse and turned to Sen " another adventure it seems, we will never have rest " she played with her medallion idly.
Deawen spotted Morwen " Morwen did you bring that ring of yours?" she asked

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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 most certainly did. I have extras as well. Would anyone care for one?" she said with a laugh. She scratched Camria's the soft hair under her mane. "Hu est et, Camria-gamolfeax?" She nickered and sighed, making the saddle creak invitingly. "Why yes, I think I shall ride, thankyou." She hanged her bag on the saddle horn, swung up, and was careful to tie her honor cords to the rings at the back of the saddle (What are they called again?). She made sure everything was balanced and ready. When Imlosiel voiced her concerns, she was the first to come forward. "You could ride my horse, Héafod. Though to warn you, I found im out wandering the heath, and I haven't had a chance to ride him. Still, if you are up to it..."

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( Morwen last time you rode with me we used my lead ropes as rank thiggimigiggers how would I knwo what you called them? lol)

Dawn had just broken over the horizon Eston nodded to Deawen all was ready. Deawen took her place beside Sen, and urged her horse foward towards the north.

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Anira quickly made her way to the stables where Thalion nickered in greeting. "Ready, my friend?" she asked the stallion as she attached her saddlebags. "It is going to be a long journey ahead," she said with a slight smile. "What have I gotten us into?" she asked with a slight chuckle after a moment as Thalion snorted. Giving the beast a friendly pat before mounting, she quickly rode out to join the others.

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After quickly fastening her belongings to the saddle of a beautiful bay mare that one of the stable grooms had brought to her. She thanked the young man and then mounted the horse, ready to set out when given the word.

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They traveled many weeks towards the north, as they passed the peaceful forest of Lothlorien Deawen quickened their pace. Little trouble found them on they way save for when they came close to the blue mountains. as the snow grew deeper so did the feeling of trouble.

Deawen threw her saddle bags on the ground with a THUMP, then dismounted. Bredol gave a heavy sigh in relief they were stopping here for the night. It was a dell, small but protected from snow and gusts of wind. Deawen found wood for a fire and quickly set one, she felt tonight was going to be a colder night. after getting a fire started she unsaddled Bredol then picketed him to a line. For the past week Deawen had been on edge constantly, taking procautions that they were not espied. She practiced hand and sword combat everyday with Sen or Eston, then hunt if needed. Eston spent most of his freetime with a falcon he brought along.

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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

Raelyn dismounted and started a fire. she was so cold. she pulled out a fur coat from a bag she had brought. she wraped it around herself and warmed her hands by the fire.
she hoped that the trip wouldnt be this cold the whole time but she figured if it was she would get used to it in time.
she watched Eston play with his falcon. " he's beautiful." she said speaking to Eston

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music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
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All who call on God in

Morwen sat down next to Raelyn and her fire. She had brought with her three cloaks: one of oilskin, one of thick wool, and one of thick rabit fur. She was now forced to put on the fur cloak. She was even forced into wearing a coif under her hoods. "I never expected such cold. Not even this far north. It is unsettling." She stretched her hands in her riding gloves, trying to get more blood to flow and warm them up. "I really do hate it."

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*Sen shuddered slightly as he dismounted, and wrapped his cloak tighter around himself. He thankfully sat down next to the fire that Raelyn had made.*
I agree, Lady Morwen. Foul magic is indeed at work here. We must put an end to this, before it gets much worse.
*He sat back, seeming to relax, but indeed he was not. They were too far north to be completely safe; the last outpost was nearby, and beyond that, the enemy ruled the frozen land. He eagerly anticipated the confrontation; maybe that would warm him up. He did not want to endure much more of this infernal cold.*

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Raelyn looked at sen. " sir, do you think that if this cold persists(sp) it would spred to the south and other parts of middle earth?" she asked wondering.
she moved a bit closer to morwen and the fire. her teeth chattered softly.

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~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Anira dismounted and pulled her cloak tighter about her. She exhaled and her breath came in puffs of fog as took a seat near the fire that Raelyn had made, nodding in appreciation to the girl. She said nothing, but sat in silent meditation and tried to focus upon the call of the wind, hoping that news of the foul being responsible for the storm would reach her.

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