When the western bank was cleared of orcs and goblins, Eruraina trotted Fuin, her black mare, around. She searched for those that were still alive, yet wounded. The elf maiden was used to the sight of death.

Deawen had passed by Rain on her way to see Lord Sen, but the she-elf was busy with something, busy looking through her things for something...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Deawen when entering the tent found Lord Sen Busy Deawen stood at the doorway camly she was smiling a kind and warm smile, a smile of a young girl though she was filthy from head to toe. " I dont' know why you decided to join our battle but I assure you I had everything under control..." she announced teasingly. " I am surpirsed that Lord Denethor that has not sent guards for my arrest.." Deawen said with a tint of mockery...Despite just returning from battle Deawen was in good humor.

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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

Just before the gates of the city, Morwen stopped and began to rub dust into her horse's coat. He knickered softly in protest. She grabbed his nose and quieted him softly. "You wouldn't want to be press-ganged into service without me, would you?" He blinked and let her continue. By the time she was done, poor Breda looked like a 20-year-old plow horse. "Very stylish," she said, patting Breda's jaw. He gave an equine sigh, and began walking to the city. Morwen followed him past the gates into the shining streets of the first tier.

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

*Sen and the four retainers around him looked up from the map of Osgiliath that he had spread out over the table in front of him. He nodded to the lead retainer, and they bowed and were gone, silent as Sen himself. Sen stood up, smiling.*
Indeed. As for Denethor, I think he will be quiet for a while; something is happening, I can feel it. This incursion will not be the last of Mordor's plans, and it will not be the strongest, either. The Storm, with the aid of the Gondorian garrison here, will bolster the defences of the western shore, as much as can be done before we move out. What brings you here, anyway? I thought you were on unfriendly terms with Gondor?
*Sen poured two small glasses of apple cider, and offered one to Deawen.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(two things: one For a moment Morwen I thought you might be dissing my horse Mandarina second My lord Sen you are obessed with apple cider....i guess i can't complain least it's not what Morwen tries to force me to drink....*shudders* wine...yuck)
Deawen watched the Retainers go and felt a deep dull pang in her stomach.
Deawen accepted the glass She trusted Sen with her life but out of habit tipped the glass side to side to check for poison. her smiled and carefree had vanished " it is so that Gondor and I are not on good terms..." she didn't finish the statement " many things bring me here on the wind" she said softly taking a sip of the cider something now troubled her it was evident, though she didn't try to hide it. " my lord Sen, you remember THe king of Bredena? He has sent two things after me one a Bounty which was expected but the second I was not it is a Bride price these offers ransom whatever they are have spread like wildfire on my coming here i was attack four times by a full garraison Bredena soldiers. So i came here to Gondor after hearing on the wind you were to be this way. " she paused and felt suddenly dizzy she looked down at her arm there was a large cut running down it bleeding still it was then Deawen realised her current state. Deawen slowly sank into a chair nearby she did not look up at Sen when she spoke she just closed her eyes sighed and continued " there is discontent in the Dragon tears there is a group that is uprising against me thier leader is one of my phantoms he feels I am not fit to lead them so he is trying to upsurp my position... " she siad it all as if she expected to die after saying it outloud. Deawen opened her eyes and looked directly into Sens eyes " He plans Er diela a duel to the death or to when one gives up and surrenders themself to the victor..." Deawen explained since she knew Sen was not totaly familar with her Phantoms customs.

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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 it got dark, Morwen made her way up, past the markets and slums in the lower tier to the libraries and mansions of the upper levels. These were not grand mansions like the next level, but certainly not the apartments of the workers below. (Sorry, we've just finished the effects of the Industrial Revolution in European History.) She looked for the tell-tale doorjam masonry of intertwining dragons. She found it, and nonchalantly hid in the shadowy doorway. The door was pad locked. Frustrated, she looked back up past the carved columns and saw an easy way to climb up to the balcony. She took Breda to the little stable in the alley and clambered ungracefully up to the balcony. She fell onto the floor o the balcony, praying that no one had heard her.

When there was no disturbance, she stood and crept onto her old friend's Gondorian House.

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

(even though we just finished talking about four minutes ago i just thought of this... )
The house was elegantly maintained and furnished despite it's location in the lower tiers of the city. the balcony led from an open corridor on the second level. it opened up to a courtyard with a fountain bubbling in the center potted trees grew in the corners and on the Far wall from Morwen was a Huge banner of a Silver Dragon on a BLack field. carved doors led to reception rooms filled with exotic treasures bedchambers and a kitchen. the house included it's own stables built for magneficent Horses.
little nitches in the walls revelaed benches and dead plants. as silent as the house was many thieves tried to loot the house but found a deadly surprise. suddenly from a corner sprang a man all in black he attacked morwen slammed her against the nearby wall with a knife at her throat.

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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's initial scream came out as a loud choke. She looked into the masked face of her assailant. She allowed panic to take over for 5 seconds, then took a deep breath and began to speak: "Please, put down your dagger. I am an old friend of Lady Deawen's!" she raised her hands to show she was unarmed. (May I power play this shadowy character?)

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

*Sen sat back down, thinking as he sipped his cider.*
Well, then propose this idea. Have a proxy battle; have both him and you nominate one person to fight on their behalf, or, if he wants, he could fight himself. Then, the victor of that duel will determine who becomes the leader of the Dragon Tears. Put it to him like this; a wounded or maimed leader would not be as respected as one whose soldiers would willingly fight in their stead. Or, if that does not work, I have a trick or two up my sleeve. Rest assured, Deawen, the Dragon Tears will remain yours. I assume without a doubt that you are taking good care of them?

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

( of course Morwen of the Westfolde His name is Eston he takes care of Deawen's house...)
the shadowy figure took a step backwards he said nothing just waited for morwen to state her buisness.
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Deawen laughed uneasily " yes the Dragon tears are well taken care of it just this Phantom that worries me he admired my brother Adrod the Dragon tears from Adrods division are the ones that are rising up sparking tension and hate between the two groups...." Deawen fell silent
"Valar's grace! my brothers dead and still finds way to try an put me on my funerul prye..." Deawen muttered she looked at Sen and looked away as if ashamed or embarrassed. " I don't want anyone fighting in my stead... I can't have phantom against phantom ( sides this is not an issue with the round table...) This phantom knows how i fight I am sure he can better me he is driven by his lust for power and my ransom for if i loose he won't kill me he will turn me in to any of the Lords and Kings that are after me." Deawen said keeping her voice soft and low.

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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

Senqwa ran with the gondorian army as she was told. she walked into the city gates she walked around. she was only a few miles from her burned down village. she sighed. "well this is my home i guess." she then relized people stared at her. she looked filthy. and she was she had just come from battle but her clothes were torn and worn. she had been in the mordor army for 6 months, they were not kind to her. she ran from all the angry and uneasy glances. she ran into an ally. "i've got to find that woman who helped me..." she said softly to herself...

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

( but let me atleast let me post this about him )
Eston looked at morwen warly he took a step back from her and lowered his blade " A friend of Lady Deawen's ? You could have knocked " he said walking past Morwen He was tall well built but lean his brown eyes and hair fit his profile. he turned around and faced her again " Deawen was very clear when she left the order that anyone who claimed to be friend of hers was welcome to her house. " then he turned around and walked down the corridor he vanished down the stairs soon he led Breda by the reins to the splended stables. after an hour he came out again and lit candles. the sounds of horses many horses could be heard. the house was not empty or deserted in fact Deawen kept three horses at the house and her Dog Aernel ( sally) Aernel greeted Morwen affectionatly pleased to see 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

Senqwa relized she needed a bath and better clothing. as she walked through the city looking for Deawen she got dirty looks and gasps from women with babies. Senqwa kept her head down and truged onward

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Pyrgus Malvae
Age 19
History; At the age of ten orcs killed his family, ever since he has sworn to get his revenge
Appearance; 6ft 3, brown eyes and red hair

Through his sworn justice he swings his sword and slays an orc, under his breath he mumbles "I won't let your kind go unpunished."

"Well, the door was locked. It wasn't like there was a welcome sign," snapped Morwen, rubbing her throat. "I had hoped to find Deawen here, but she seems to have eluded me yet again." Eton frowned. "You've been following her?" he asked suspiciously. "No, no, no! You make it sound like such a bad thing! I've been trying to find her for old friendship's sake, and join her forces. But, she is very elusive..."

She trailed off and picked up a dead potted plant, eying it sadly. "So, you're the CARETAKER of Deawen's house?" He coughed uncomfortably and mumbled a reply. "Well," she continued, "I was also hoping to stay here for a while, rest up, clean up, eat up, and the like. Is that alright with you?" He answered slowly, "I'm sure it would be fine with Lady Deawen. She has all her belongings here. As for eating..." he stopped abruply. "Well, what?" demanded Morwen. "There is only what I've been eating," Eton answered hesitantly. Morwen persisted, "What is it that you've been eating?" He turned away, rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Well, I haven't got much money. I've been living off rats and...the like." Morwen nodded slowly. "I see. Well, I've definately eaten worse. I've quite a bit of money with me. I'll see if I can find something besides famine fare." And so, she headed out.

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

Morwen i must object on this issue Eston is well provided for there is a cellar filled with food he and any guest is welcome to it.. Honestly do you think I would let that happen? I am offended it just bad hospitality... and your giving me a bad name! My lord Sen just asked if the Dragon tears are being well looked after and you beg a differ! )

lady Deawen tends to be elusive but she has valid reasons being wanted in almost every kingdom from here to the far north who can blame her?"Eston was embarrassed by her remark towards the plant " It's winter plants die in the winter " he mumbled
he watched her go and closed the door behind her Aernel sat at his side " she will be back i fear " Eston said to the canine
Eston wasn't too sure about morwen he did know if it was a trap to capture Deawen so he went to the stables and sent out a carrier pigeon
My lady Deawen, Morwen of the westfolde Is here waiting for you
as Eston waited for Morwen to come back he groomed Breda again making the Horse spotless then he led out a beautiful white mare which glowed in the eirie candle light. he left the horses tied in the courtyard, and prepared a room for Morwen it was a large open room filled with carved funiture from Rohan fit for royalty in the corner was a dress propped up on a dress form (manakin) the dress was green velvet with gold trim. oddly placed but dear to Deawen this was her Dress as a handmaiden never to be worn again. the funiture was made of deep dark rich wood gold plate in the carvings furs covered the wooden floor the bed was a feather bed! Deawen was no pauper she was one of the riches people that lived in Gondor her house on the outside did not look like much but the inside proved her wealth and status.

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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