"well i have one i like silver flame..." Deawen answered dodgeing a rock on the ground the tunnel seemed to go on forever

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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

That is a good name for it, my lady.
*Sen said, unconciously dodging the same rock.*

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

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Deawen turned suddenly Eston almost ran in to her Deawen moved a large rock reveling a vent like tunnel Deawen crawled through she barely fit through only an inch of space left on either side. the shaft lead to a small chamber the roof was only five foot Deawen had to lean alittle to find the right block Deawen lifted up on a tile on the roof it moved upwards then she shoved it aside then hoisted her self up. the opening was in her homes court yard near the tree so it didn't look odd slightly raised.

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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 stood in her court yard surveying the area No danger no one in fact all was quite. Deawen helped Eston up then Sen "welcome to my home." she said sweetly then she checked doors nothing had been touched "well the Gondorains have not yet found my home thats good!' she said cheerfully opening her bed room door she shut it carfully then she went to the tree and pulled out another stone then three more "well down we plunge through the darkness once more." she sighed then she slipped through the opening. the opening reveled a small chamber like the prevoise one with a wider and taller tunnel. she waited for the others then she lead them down the corridor to a large room there was a table in the middle with about a dozen chairs scattered about at the head there was a carven chair that was Adrods seat Deawens was near the door a simple chair with a dragon carved into it. Deawen walked to the back of the room pulling out a stone in the wall inside was sealing wax, parchment, ink and a small quil. Deawen sat down in Adrods chair and began to write something down.

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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

*Sen was impressed. To hide something so big in the center of Gondor... He waited for Deawen to tell him what must be done, but while he waited, he looked around, just his eyes glancing here and there...*

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

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Deawen glanced up she smiled to her self. she finished writing she rolloed up the parchment then she lit a small candle then melted some sealing wax on the parchment then stamped it with a ring. "if you run into any Dragon tears show them this and they will let you pass. even some Easterlings should let you pass if things get to that point which i doubt will happen." Deawen said getting up and handing the parchment to Sen. " you remember how to get here and to my house?" she asked Sen nodded in responce "good because I will wait for your return in my home but not in here." she said softly then she put the contents of the stone back in place the room looked like no one had been there since the last meeting.
Deawen lead them back down the corridors " I know what you are thinking Sen You are wondering how and why we have all of this..?" she said unexpectedly she didn't wait for a reply " Ardod had the chambers and this corridor put in soon after buying my house and the others were already here. it's really for my saftey the room back there is supposed to be a hidout not a war room, and the tunnels we use to get from one place to anouther with out confrontation. "

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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

Thinren looked to Adastrea.
"How are you? I havent talked to you properly since last night."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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She dropped his hand and answered, "I am fine, how about you...you have lost so many because of me...."

He looked at the ground and closed his eyes.
"I can only hope i find him and kill him."
His fists clenched with anger.
"I shouldn't be sat here, I should go looking for him."
He stood quickly and kept his fists clenched. He put so much pressure that he peirced his palm and blood began to drip onto the gound.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"Thinren...Neracelc is not at fault...he was being controlled." She got up an grabbed a bed sheet and tore a piece of it off, then took his hand gently and wrapped it around it. "I have talked to Neracelc already, this was all Melachor's doing..."

He let her bandage his hands.
"Thank you."
He smiled and her face.
"You always know what to do in these situations."
He looked down at his hands and smiled again.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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I see, my lady. It is quite impressive that you have made this large of a hideout in the middle of Minas Tirith. Yet now it is time for me to leave, and find that Easterling that has caused so much trouble. Farewell, my lady.
*With that, Sen stepped back into the shaddows, and was gone.*

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Adastrea smiled slightly and looked down, she let go of his hand after a while and sat, "I couldn't just let you sit there and bleed Thinren" She said with a smile.

Deawen went to her room she left Eston to roam the rest of the house or the passage ways. Deawen did not sleep however she piled up wood for the fireplace then she lit it a she had a large blaze going it heated the room quickly Deawen sat in the chair that she had pulled up. she fell asleep soon after from lose of heat and enery.!
qule re mellon

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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

Clink... clink... Deawen opened one eye the clinking sound was louder she looked around there was nothing there she opened the other eye still nothing Deawen yawned sat up in her chair the clinking sound again she looked down and on her her lap was a medallion it was silver with a dragon on it she picked it up and studied it it was simple but meaningful. it was on a silver chain with a note:


Deawen
let this be a reminder that you are not alone
"in the shadows you have walked
when the light turned away from you
now you walk in twilight after the sun is down
forget not the Dragon of the sun."
keep this with you always.

Artinwe,

Deawen read the note then she examined the medallion again "not a trap" she sighed she put the necklace on over the Medallion of the sun.
she heard a noise out side her door she went to the door and opened it. there standing in the court yard was Arenel Deawen's faithful shadow.
and with Artinwe playing with her. Deawen rushed to him "Artinwe!" she cried Artinwe turned to her he was smiling Deawen embraced him. "Artinwe how are you?" Deawen asked "and how did you know where i was?" he smiled even more " you are not the only one who knows the secrets of minas tirth." "I see you are wearing the medalion... good!" Artinwe said "Deawen it is good to see you but alas i can not stay for long I will have to ride to rohan..." he said Deawen sighed "Artinwe Adrods been captured by the Gondorains Sen has gone to release me from the easterlings." Deawen informed him "Deawen you are in Danger here." Artinwe started "No I have my men about and Sen also has the Storm..." Deawen cut in but was cut off again "the Storm? Deawen i don;t think you should place all your trust with them you are better off with the Dragon tears." Artinwe said "I trust Sen like i trust you but i don't trust your men they are the same." "I see your point but i have no other choice!" Deawen sighed "Deawen you are not thinking about leaving the Dragon Tears are you? They need you you need to lead them.." "Artinwe I know I'm not leaving them i am simply getting a new task if I can form the Dragon tears into fighting force instead of a a group of mercinarries we will stand a better chance winning a war which ever side we are on!" Deawen cried Artinwe sighed a bell in the distance told them it was close to nine. "Deawen I must go but please if you do leave the dragon tears remember the storm can only bring the downfall." and with that he left.

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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

Adastrea sat silently with Thinren. Her mind wandered a bit. She needed to go back out and get her sword, she did not want to be caught unprepared if Balor moved sooner than she expected. She did not want to tell Thinren that Balor was still after her, only because she didn't want to be stuck inside the barracks until he was caught, which she knew was not going to be easy. Balor was smart...too smart and had friends everywhere, from gaurds to murderers and abductors, his range of friends was unlimited.

She looked at Thinren, "I am going to leave for a couple days...when Neracelc caught me, I was not prepared and everything that I value was left behind. It should not take me long to get there and I will return quickly."

She stood up and walked out of the room, she did not want to leave him behind, but she needed time to think about all that happened in the past couple days. So many memories had returned to her. She went to the stables and found her pure white mare still standing there where she had left her long ago.