"Oh no, not Eonwe. She is far to beautiful to be mistake for a child." Camomille said seriously. "No one could take her to be anything but your true love!" Camomille burst out, dwelling on the scene of her drawing from last night.

(the moment of truth )

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(uh oh! *pokes Eonwe* hehehehe....)

Eonwe's eyes almost popped out of her head. "Wh...wh...we...he..." she stuttered, she had no clue what to say, they had said...well, she had thought they had. She risked a glanced at him, her cheeks crimson.

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Crixus looked away at her words, shocked as he recalled the events of last night. He had said what he did in the heat of the moment, but he knew that he meant it. But he also knew it would be unlikely for him to bring himself to say it a second time. As Eonwe turned to look at him, he avoided her gaze, unsure of what to do with himself.

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(knew you guys would like that )

Camomille looked expectiantly and curiously at the two as they walked.

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She blinked at his reaction. He would not meet her gaze. Perhaps it had just been....she looked down, her red hair making a veil around her face. Perhaps she had just been played again. She pasted a smile on her face for Camomille's sake, and glanced at the hobbit lass. Although the smile did not reach her eyes.

(lol! Aaaw...*pokes Eonwe harder* -_- she's kinda dense...I'm so mean to my charries...)

Camomille bit her lip as she took in the reactions. But they way they had acted...they were so trusting of each other, so close. She thought for sure...she shifted her wait guiltily as she realized she had spoken in haste.

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Crixus risked a glance at Eonwe from the corner of his eye and wasn't sure to make of her demeanor.
In the end all he could bring up was a small squeeze of her hand,and a half smile.

(Poor Crixus, finds it so difficult to express his feelings! )

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(*pats Crixus*)

She gave Camomille's hand a gentle squeeze to show there were no hard feelings, and at the same time she felt Crixus give her hand a squeeze. She looked up at him confused and saw somewhat of a half smile there. What he meant, she didn't know.

Camomille cleard her throte and spoke into the silence. "Ahem, so, where exactly are we headed?"

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Crixus glance at Eonwe before replying. He would speak to her later.
''Well we are moving away from our town, and I would think that sooner or later we shall come upon another town. Once there we could ask directions to your homeland. Bree as you said.''
Crixus stopped. It wasn't much of a plan but it was something.

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"Thank you." Camomille said. "Well, the Shire is my homeland - but Bree is where i was...nabbed. It is very close." She continued walking, then, "What was your town like?

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"How far from Bree is the Shire?" she asked, and fell silent at the question. Homeland. Town. Hers was Rohan. She would not call that horrid place she stayed home. Never would she give it that name. "It wasn't so bad." she said outloud instead.

Crixus suppressed a snort at her words. The town had been anything but all right for her.
He made no comment, instead keeping his gaze forward, avoiding the eyes of them both.

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Camomille looked at them both, measureing their reactions. "That bad, then?" she asked, reading between the lines. "I am sorry. And the Shire is about 40 leauges from Bree.

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"No! It wasn't for me. It was worse for other people." she looked down as she spoke. "Although I could tell you of Edoras." she smiled softly at the memory she kept in her mind, like a painting faded with age.

Camomille balanched, stopping so suddenly in her tracks that she almost pulled Eonwe down with her. "So it IS true then?" Camomille looked earnestly up at Eonwe. "I-i asked you last night but you were to delirious to comprehend ..." Camomille studderd into silence, suddenly feeling shy and awkard.

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