(Okey-pokeys. Thanks, Tur. ^^ The Silmarillion always did make my head spin a tad... I should get round to reading it... but I prefer LOTR *covets* Anyhoo, back to RPing!)

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((Where's Deawen?))

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( sorry I had internet troubles and could only post one thread a day, it's been killing me)
Deawen nodded and listened carefully to Turwaition. " Promise me something," she said quietly " THat by dawn's early rays you have atleast one smile on your face?"
Deawen looked at him seriously " YOu may live forever, but is it worth it to live in darkness for that time? I only have a few short years before I am taken to the halls of Mandos I do not want to live my years in shadow."

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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

As if on cue, the Elf smiled "You are wise, pen tithen. Even amongst Lady Melian and King Thingol, I would place you." He put a hand on the woman's shoulder. "You will see a day where darkness is vanquished. That, I promise you, Lady." he said, stowing Calam's sword back in his pack, and took up his own. "Get some sleep. I will wake you in two hours for the next watch." he said

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Deawen bowed her head at his compliment, she rose to her feet and sighed, suddenly the wise Deawen vanished and was replaced by the trickster. " If you don't smile tommorow morning I'll pull a trick on you, don't think I won't!" she warned then spun around and walked to her sleeping pallet. She laid down and fell asleep quickly. Her mind too numb to think.

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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

Turwaithion chuckled slightly shaking his head. Then, he realized what the small Human couls be capable of, and edged away, vowing not to sleep that night.

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Arwen sat slightly apart from the others. She gazed out into the darkness, her blue eyes seemed aching and empty. The camp Turwaithion had chosen seemed reasonable, but thoughts were preying on her mind tonight. Death had come to so many of their companions. This journey looked to be more dangerous as the days went on. And Arwen was only one hundred years old, not young, but not ancient either, somewhere inbetween.

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Anira sighed to herself as she sat some distance away from Turwaithion and Deawen. She had said little on their journey, and in truth there was little she had to say. She had seen many summers and many winters, and in them she had seen a number of friends fall to the shadow-but it never it any easier. Now, with the firelight bouncing off her face, she found her thoughts returning to her fallen friend.

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Turwaithion cleared his throat and leaned against Fyrn's flank, as though relaxing. "I shall take the first watch." he said, and laid his sheathed sword across his knees. "I will wake you in two hours time, Anira." he said, realizing that he had hardly spoken to the Ellith.

((I won't let this die, mellyn nin.))

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Deawen's sleep was deep her mind slowly wandering around her troubled world searching for a quite place to rest. Her dreams where jumbled and scattered memories of a life forgotten. Then the mist rose from her weary mind and she remembered the fateful day her world shattered. Thick smoke burned her throat and stung her eyes FLames danced around her. She was picked up then carried away then all too sudden she felt the jolt of cold water rush over her sucking her down to it's depths. She fought to the surface but quickly sunk back down. Her lungs burning, bursting for air. Deawen woke with a start she was covered in a cold sweat and shivering. She couldn't help the tears that sprang up she wiped them away then sat up taking a deep breath to calm herself.

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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

Arwen turned round, she had heard Deawen wake. She rose up from the log which she had been seated on, and walked towards the human girl. She brushed strands of pale hair from her eyes, concerned. "Deawen?" she said quietly. "Are you alright?" She could see that whatever Deawen had been dreaming about had been troubling, and she was in a bad way. She knelt down beside her and glanced over her shoulder towards Turwaithion, wondering if he might be able to do a better job of calming her down.

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Deawen looked at Arwen with a nod. "Just a dream" she said quietly. " Just a dream" she said more to reassure herself that it was passing.

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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

"Dreams can bring dark thoughts," Arwen said. She got to her feet, her blue and green cloak flickering in the night breeze. "I hope you feel better, Deawen." Her speech was soft and quick; she gave a wan smile. She glanced up at the moon, wondering if it looked the same in the woodland of her home. With a sigh she looked back at Deawen, and she gave a small nod, walking back towards the log.

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Anira had nodded to Turwaithion before drifting off into a light sleep. She was awoken by the quiet murmurings of Arwen and Deawen, and quickly ascertaining what had happened she sat up and watched the two for a moment. When Arwen returned to her log, the ellith remained where she was. She knew that she would be of little help to Deawen as there were no words of comfort on her lips. Dreams were tricky things. She knew all too well that they could either bring fear or pleasure. Sighing to herself, she gazed up at the heavens, trying to find some sense of peace this night.

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Arwen too was gazing up at the sky, which glittering, speckled with stars against a dark velvety blue background. She wondered what morning would bring to the band of travellers. Having lost a member of their party, a gloomy mood was set upon them all; even those blessed with immortality could still die. And it was by the sword that death would take them. Arwen felt that she could not sleep, her yearning for home was so very great. Many a night she had spent in the woodland boarders of Doriath, when sleep could not take her, she had sat at her small fire and sang. Well, she could still sing, even if she was in a different place and at a different time.

"Orthannen im vi ól
Coll e dû
Or hiriath naur
Na rovail mae sui 'waew
Man prestant i ardhon?
Cerithar aen illiad dim úthenin?"*

*In a dream I was lifted up.
Borne from the darkness
Above the rivers of fire.
On wings soft as the wind.
What's happened to the world?
Is everything sad going to come untrue?

She sighed as she finished the song, sweeping her blue gaze to her clenched white hands. She felt lonely; this was strange for her. She was used to being alone. Ever since her brothers had died, she had grown used to being in solitude.

(The song's from ROTK - it's the song called "The Eagles", I think!)

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Turwaithion did not listen to Deawen and Arwen, too lost in his own thoughts. He wondered how his sister and mother were faring. He bowed his head. His mother would be alright, she was capable. But his sister, she was younger than Arwen. almost half her age. He promised to return soon, more to himself than to anyone else. He guaged by the light that his shift was over. He sheathed his blade and settled againt Fyrn's side, sleeping as he saw someone take his place.

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