Morwen awoke when the last flames of the fire had died. She put on some more sod and took up her lute. She plucked a string absent mindedly and sang softly:

In the sun the land glows green
Nothing in the sky is seen
No gold to be found
Not deep in the ground
Unless the corn is your wealth.

The river runs swift
The clouds are adrift
No valuable wood
Has here ever stood
Than that of Meduseld

Here no kings of the world dwell
Yet all here is still well
Our wealth is not goods
It is the people that stood
Here is the land, the land of Rohan.

It was a tune her grandfather made up, and she sang it when she was homesick. She watched the stars as they circled overhead.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Hey it's morning and "oh my gosh!" it's morning!

(errrrr these doves are driving me crazy!SHUT UP! )
the sky was a bright pink as the sun came over the horizon it was dawn Deawen's favorite time of day she woke up streched then relized she had a dog and she greeted her new friend who happly accepted the greeting.
Deawen gathered all of the water skins careful not to wake any one Deawen however did not go any where near Shadow. Deawen found the stream that Morwen used the night before. the stream was small but clean Deawen bent down to fill the skins when the black dog leaped into the stream splashing water on Deawen"ohh Dog!" Deawen yelled wiping water off her face. Deawen decided since she was already wet she joined the dog. the water was cold but to Deawen it was heaven. the sun was not very high in the sky when Deawen got out and took the water skins backto camp. "your wet!" the voice shouted "yes. yes I am" deawen grined "Morwen will not be happy." "I know but i will just say i fell in" Deawen smirked " and what about your sneaking last night?" the voice asked "I was not sneaking! I was checking!! sides i don't sneak!" Deawen muttered. Morwen was awake when Deawen got to the camp. Morwen looked at Deawen "your wet!"Morwen said "i fell in." Deawen said then the dog came bounding into camp drenched with all smiles the dog rushed over to morwen and licked her face in greeting then she shook and water went everywhere. " i suppose she fell in too?" Morwen shouted " no she jumped in to save me." she answered patted the dog's head.: based on a true lake trip.

( why is it when sally gets wet my family says she smell like fish i don't think she smells Morwen1 do you think she smells??)
(and why is it if we wake up and someone looks supisiose people check their weapons? My dad does my grandpa and mom and uncle Kenney(aka Daisy) I mean i don't i make sure i still alive!

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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

Morwen wiped her face off and stood up to start breakfast. Looking into her pack and saddle bag, and found there was nothing. "Guess what! We have no food!" Morwen said with fake enthusiasm. That means we have to go hunting, or fishing. You don't even like fish, either!" She had worked herself into a state. She grabbed some twine from her bag and a hook from the pouch on her belt and said to Deawen, "Want to come?"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

"no i think i will stay clear of the water for a while take the dog she will like it!" Deawen said. Morwen left with the dog Deawen was alone sort of. Deawen took care of Bredol and Breda she let them wander she knew they would not run off by the time she was finished Estel was awake the two talked and practiced with a sword till Estel decided to join Morwen in fishing. Deawen suddenly felt alone and fearful of Shadow "stop worring he is asleep no?" the voice said "or seems to be i will always be fearful of him" Deawen thought the voice did not reply but she knew it was not going to any way. Deawen picked up her harp and sat with her back turned to the camp and she sang songs she used to hear when her mother was alive. Deawen stopped singing and began to think about her home the westfold. when her thoughts were interrupted when a soft noise came from behind her.

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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

bored bored bored please someone post!! hey come on! where are you people!?

Q. the Shadow is a Shape shifter right does middle earth even have shapeshifters thats natral?
and is the Shadow going to wake up soon? and is he evil?

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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

When Morwen arrived at the stream, the dog had already jumped in and was splashing. "No! You'll scare the fish away!" she yelled. "And I'm yelling at you because you understand Westron," she followed sarcastically. She moved further down the stream, broke off a reed, tied the twine to the reed, the hook to the twine, a fly to the hook, and started to fish. By the time she had caught three fish, Morwen was famished. She got up to leave, the dog at her side, when she saw a horse. It was the horse of the Easterling that she had...defended her self from. She approached it carefully, but it didn't panic. She grabbed the reins and went back to camp. "Look what I found," she said to Estel as they met on the path.
As they walked back, the dog was sniffing the horse suspiciously. Back at camp, Morwen gutted and skinned the fish with her hunting knife, giving the unwanted scraps to the doggy-dog.(We really need a name!) THe smell of roasting fish made Morwen's mouth water so much she began to drool. It her opinion, was the best breakfast she had ever had. "Deawen, are you sure you dont want any?"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

part one
about me: i was a half elf, who started practicing magic but is not a mage, i left magic when my master was killed althoug i do use some of the spells that i had learned in my younger life, i was on the reciving end of a powerful black magic spell when i was still young in magic i used an advanced red spell that i had never used before to block the attack, i lived but i became a freak product of red and black magic. i become a shadow, and have now no true form anymore, thou i can assume a forms i generaly only do it when i know im gonna be around people it takes energy to stay in a certan form so i dont do it when im alone, the bad part is that if i am in my 'shadow' form and am seen, each person that sees me chooses subconsiosly what i am but it is only personal, ex you may see me as an oger while the guy next to you sees me as a elf, what other people see me as does not afect who i am, ex, even if you see me as an oger that does not make me one. the upside is i can blend into shadows very well, and one of my favorit ways to sleep is on the under side of leaves.

part two: i have company and i need to entertain them so ill be up as soon as i can stay on the computer for more than a few minuts at a time

part three: evil? well time will tell all

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

thank you!

Deawen is not ever near that complex she's mortal so basicly simple. Deawen is a young girl from the westfold Rohan she is known for her red hair and fear. since she fears the dark she also fears anything that is assocated with the dark only logical. now me im not afraid of the dark im afraid of whats in the dark or fear its self.

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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 means i have to wait! ahh (bangs head on desk)
NOOOO! im not very good at this waiting stuff!

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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

where is every one? Im alone theres no one here besides me!

Deawen didn't turn around instead she sat listening and waiting for something to happen.


Magic should not be played with it is not a toy even the wisest should not meddle in the arts of unatrual Magic remember what comes around goes around. -a letter from my mom when i was seven i find what she said is true.

Unatrual Magic: a form of magic that is not element related (Forcefields, energy blasts ect.)

Element magic or powers: the form of magic that is element based (earth, air, fire, water,) basicly you manipulate a certain element.

THis poped into my head when i read Shadows story (top of the page)
although i do not know any thing about Red and black Magic. though if my Character had magical abiliteis it would be both white and black.

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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

dang my last post made no sense!!

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

say i came back after whatever pops out!

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

i awoke, there was only one girl left i the camp and she had her back to me, slowly i moved around still in human form, listing i heard sounds from a nearby streem and concluded that that was were the others were, i moved twords the girl and snaped a branch, i thought little of it they knew i was here why should i try and sneek, but the girl stiffend, 'this is not going to work' i thought they are all afraid of me i sat back down, it was nice to have human compainions for once, but like always i was feared for my form, i had to remember why i was out here anyway, who was i suposed to kill, i satdown and begain to think back, who....

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

Sneaking and Killing I LIKE those two! good combination.

Deawen Glanced to the side and saw Shadow she relaxed i bit "your awake thats good i suppose." she said not looking at him. A cool breeze picked up Deawen shivered she was still wet. "so where are you from?" She asked turning to look directly at him. she felt a little more at ease knowing that if he attacked her she had the advantage since she was on a slope. she stared at him for a moment her eyes not truely focusing but scanning deciding if he was still on her list of those to avoid or was he concidered not as evil as he looks.( no offense)

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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

wow i just noticed I got another star! yes Go Me GO ME yes Dunadan! yesss!
Morwen1 and Shadow i will not be able to post this evening around Six to ten just to let you know (don't have fun with out me! Hey no better idea i will let you guys power play Deawen but she can't die i would say don't make her look stupid but Deawen is already clumsy so no matter.) okay have fun! oh and the Dogs name is arenel (sally)
p.s i will be posting still today before i leave

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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

Morwen arrived back with Estel and the other horse. Back at camp, Morwen gutted and skinned the fish with her hunting knife, giving the unwanted scraps to Arenel. THe smell of roasting fish made Morwen's mouth water so much she began to drool. It her opinion, was the best breakfast she had ever had. "Deawen, are you sure you dont want any?" Deawen pulled a face in response. Shrugging, MOrwen said, "I can try shooting a rabbit if you'd like. We will need more food before we move on." Noticing Shadow was awake, she offered him fish as she finished. Grabbing her bow and quiver, she decided to give Breda a rest and to try the Easterling horse. It was a pure white, its head had a dished profile with a prominent eye, large nostrils and small teacup muzzle. His gracefully arched neck rose out of a long sloping shoulder and broad chest. A short, strong back and high trail carriage completed the picture. It was about 15 hands high, much smaller than the average horse breed in Rohan. She de-saddled Breda, who was more than happy to shove his responsibility on someone else. Saddling the horse, who was patient, and trotted away from camp up the river. It was a smoothe ride. She dismounted about 5 minutes away from camp. She went to the reeds and shook them to scare out small animals. Two large, plump ducks flew out, and she easily shot them both. Not quite coneys, but they would do. She rode back to camp with her new horse, very happy to be the proud owner of two horses.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign