"There is no time for conversation," Ránëmírë reminded the others. "Have you forgotten that there is more than one person hunting us? If this woman is the King's spymaster as she says, then she should know of a place to hide." Retrieving her cloak, Ránëmírë fastened the clasp at her neck and continued to Deawen. "Where is the nearest place that will hide us and our horses?" She took Cricket's bridle and again brought the hood of her cloak as far over her face as it would go.

"Are you crazy?" Tarcíl said to the woman who'd brought the horses. "I won't hide in any place she recommends with only her word that we'll be safe there. We should leave the city." He took one of the horses over to Amaran and turned to him. "I shall take the lady and make sure she won't cause any problems at the gate."

(( Tonks, I didn't receive an answer from Las. Perhaps someone should temporarily take over her char?))

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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 observed her captors silently she wasn't sure how Tarcil Proposed to get out of the city but she figured it would be entertaining.

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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

* Kinda waits for anyone to post *

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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.

"Then lets go," said Czarra, "Or the whole army of Gondor will be upon us." She tied Screamers split reins together tightend her saddle bag. You'd never know when you'd have to out run someone.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

"Maybe I am crazy," Ránëmírë said to Tarcil with a smile. "The sane thing to do would be to turn you all over our pursuers. I can not think of any sensible reason not to. But I have seen the princess of Rohan before and I do not think that she should be in prison." Ránëmírë turned and indicated Deawen's horse standing near them. "If my count is right we have four horses and six people. Will we be riding the horses out of the city and if so who will ride double? My horse is able to bear two depending on the pace."

"I'll take the Lady" Tarcíl smirked as he made Deawen mount, his dagger pointing at her back. Then he mounted himself, seated behind her so she would be under permanent threat of his dagger. "One move.." he whispered "Or one word and I swear on my father's grave, you're dead"

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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.

"Screamer can take another," offered Czarra, "As long as we don't plan on a flat out run until were out of the city."

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

It was bad enough she lost the duel unfairly but being forced to something was unthinkable for her but she didn't give much resistance. Her black charger shied from the double weight, a weight it could easily handle. Deawen didn't give any responce to Tarcil's threat only a cold silence.

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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

"Good.." Tarcíl nodded when Deawen remained silent, satisfied that the message was clear. "Come on, we need to hurry." He turned to Amaran. "A few cloaks would come in handy as disguise. Any idea whether we can get those before within a short amount of time?"

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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 sighed to herself, she had a quick plan she glanced back at Tarcil then the others. " Guards!" she shouted, trying to Stay Tarcil's Hand.

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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

Tarcíl swore under his breath and within an eyeblink he'd covered her mouth and set the dagger to Deawen's throat, cutting her flesh slightly so it started to bleed. "You're lucky" he hissed. "No one is here to hear you." He put more pressure on the dagger and in the mean time he ripped a strip of cloth from his shirt for a gag. He then took the reins and urged the horse in a trot. They had to get out.. one mistake and he would hang.

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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.

Czarra mounted Screamer, setting her feet in the stirrups and taking her reins.
"Anyone?" she asked, motioning to the back of her saddle.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

(( *hopes there are still others left * What about Las' character? ))

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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.

I am still here)

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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 am going to go ahead and spice things up)
Deawen ignored the dagger at her throat she was tired of this game they wanted out well let them out she thought let that be her opponet deal with it since he is in charge of this. She is a Spymaster, charged with the safety of the city as long as they were out they were not a threat.
she grabbed the dagger twisted the blade away cutting her hand in the process ripped the gag offand spurred her horse into a sudden charge. THe charger not accoustom to his rider using such force charged out of fear, Deawen was an expert rider she leaned when turning and going down the slopes when she came to the first gate she did not slow down she speed up. " OPEN THE GATES" she shouted her Order as she neared, the guard looked baffled but did as commanded regonising the charger and Deawen. Deawen rode through still with tarcil behind her. each gate opened in turn till they came to the last gate which took longer to open Deawen slowed to a slow gallop. once the gate was opened she charged through she did not stop until she came very near the ruins of Osgiliaith. her charger covered in sweat refused to go any further. Deawen too seemed out of breath she slumped alittle in the saddle her pride finally broke along with her stubborn will. " You are out of the city now release me" Deawen growled to Tarcil.

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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