Senqwa gave up looking for Deawen, she decided that new clothes were needed. she went into a store and baught a pale lavender and white dress. it was plain and simple but it suited Senqwa. she walked out of the store, getting better looks this time. she then looked out over the side of gondor and saw a battle still being faught((btw senqwa is half elvish)) she saw a man in the crowds he was fighting fast and hard.((it was Pyrgus)) she turned away from the gursome sight. she then was set on finding a place to stay.

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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

Morwen walked down into the market and looked around wearily. Clutching her purse strings tightly, whetalked to all of the vendors. Even though it was winter, the farmers of Gondor were to be relied on. Everything inside the protection of Gondor was still fertile and productive. However, the meat required a fair bribe. The vendor was a stingy, wirey man who was covetous of his 'rare' poultry. On her way out, she slit off an extra two chickens from the rope of assorted meats. She headed back to Deawen's home.

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

( I am terribly sorry Lady_Raelyn that i am not able to help you but Deawen is currently busy with Lord Sen perhaps you could join up with morwen somehow?)
The Door to the house was unlocked the house inside was well lit and now warm with braziers.

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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

(Everyone does know we are in Osgiliath, right? That is where this post is running. So all of those in Minas Tirith, heads up! The only way to progress will be coming to Osgiliath, so it might be wise to find your way there. Oh yes, and you all just love leaving me in the dust, don't you? )
*Sen smiled, before replying to Deawen.*
Oh no, Deawen; I was not expecting another phantom to take your place. I will. It will serve two purposes; a near-guaranteed victory, and to further show how good of a leader you are. Know this, the measure of a leader is not how he fights, but those who volunteer to fight for them. The Storm are ready every day to lay down their lives for me, and not by command, but by choice. To put it bluntly, I don't know what they see in me, but it must be something worth dying for. So, when would this duel be, anyway?

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

( Of course my lord Sen, we strive to leave you in the dust.. )
Deawen stood up from her chair in alarm " I can't ask that of you! nor could i allow it!" Deawen said in a hiss she knelt on her knees infront of Sen's chair " don't make my debt to you further My Lord Sen please don't. You don't know what you are doing..." Deawen's tone was soft but defeiant she bowed her head in thought " if i let you fight in my stead it is an insult to the Phantoms That fight with me I am saying to them that i think them weak that i need help from another captain ....That I am weak and therefor unfit to lead them!" Deawen's voice rose in bitter resentment
" the duel is not set in time but event whenever i return to the Dragons Tears. "
Deawen's tone and bearing suddenly changed
she looked up at Sen " I know I can't change your mind so i will not oppose you as I did at Bredena but I first must clear this with the Phantoms It is not my place to choose My defender it is theirs... " Deawen Smiled and stood up " I have things I should attend to I shall be back at Dawn by then I will have and answer to you..thank you for your hospitality ." Deawen said Bowing she stoped in mid-bow as a thought hit her " if you need to find me I will be at my home in Minas Tirith..." she said finshed her bow and left the tent. Deawen FOund Bredol enjoying a patch of green grass she led the Stallion away from the grass and swung into the saddle and off they went. Like a copper bolt the stallion gallopped gracefuly to the main road. they past many soldier wounded or unharmed but both tired. Deawen slowed Bredol to a canter and entered the great city in a Prance Many stared at her but Deawen took no heed of them.
Though she did spot the Woman she saved. after the winding roads and crowds of people Deawen found her home. the lantern on the outside was lit an oddity Deawen dismounted and drew a knife as she led Bredol in the door she found eston busy with preparing a room for a guest. Eston hearing horses he stepped out of the room seeing Deawen he quickly bowed Deawen smiled and embraced him. " you recived my message?" he asked " No i have not" Deawen said Eston sighed " Lady Morwen is here " he said and grabbed the riens from Deawen and led the stallion to the stables. Deawen stood waiting and thinking she wasn't sure why morwen of all people would be 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

((so i'm really lost in this RP so i think i'ma drop out. sorry guys!! hope this RP turns out good!!!))

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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

After Pygrus finishes his fight he wonders round the town. searching for a clue to the wereabouts of the orcs. pygrus goes to a shop owner and askes him where the orcs are.
"Have you not heard there was a battle and they defeated them all" says the shop keeper
After leaving he thinks to himself, Why must i train so hard yet be late for the battle.

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The fight is never over; it only ends in your mind.

((never mind i'll stay))


Senqwa was walking to an inn when she saw the man that she saw in the battle feild talking to a shop keeper. she walked over to him and pretended to be buying something. she listened in on their conversation. she then budged in. "there war is over? as in for good? " she said joyful.

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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

Morwen cooked a simple dinner for her and Eston to enjoy. She had gotten a chance to clean up and change into the Handmaid's dress, repressing powerful memories as she did so. As they ate together, Eston seemed to relax. She got him to talk about his past, and she conversed freely about her's. He grew drowsy, and Morwen took the opportunity to try and weedle some information. "So, where is Deawen now?" His eyes, previously closed, snapped open. "You know," said he, "I'm not quite that off my center." Morwen smiled wryly: "I guess I should have waited. But, you know, my purpose for coming here was not to cook a nice dinner for you. I need to find Deawen. It really is a desperate matter. I will find her, with you help or without." She withdrew a dagger from her belt and held it to his chest. "You wouldn't hurt an innocent man, would you?" said Eston, panic tinging the edge of his voice. "My dear sir, you know NOTHING about me!" persisted Morwen in a deadly voice. She resheathed the dagger. "I realize you are armed more so than I am, that you have the advantage. Please, all niceties aside, where is she? I need to talk to her. It is terribly urgent." They looked each other straight in the eye. Finally, Eston said quietly, "The Valar forgive me if I've misjudged. I am only trying to protect her, whether she needs it or not. She is in Osgiliath, with The Storm. She already knows you are here." Morwen looked at him once more before going to her room and repacking everything. She dropped onto the bed, her heart sinking at what the next day would bring.

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

Deawen stood in the doorway of Morwen's room she had heard all that was said between Eston and her. Eston had lied on Deawen's whereabouts in a way Deawen was not in osgiliath but actually here in the house as they spoke. Deawen no longer stained with fatiuge or battle had her hair up in Braids ( think of what Eowyn was wearing at Theodreds buiral hair dress ect.) she wore a dark dress she looked like a young widow. " You have not changed much Morwen of the westfolde ..still threatening my officers.." Deawen said smoothly she wasn't smiling nor frowning her countance was unreadable, placid. Deawen did not enter the room but stood in the doorway " you would have to have urgent news to bring you here into the lair of a dragon..." this time a hint of a smile formed at the corner of her lips.
Her bright azure eyes held a steady gaze on morwen to the point of anyone that did not know her would feel uncomfortable with the unwavering gaze.

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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 think I'll drop out of this one... lost whats going on... have fun all!))

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

Morwen sat up and rubbed her face. "I only use threats as a last resort. Take it as a credit to their training: I actually had to use my last resort to get any sort of imformation, right or otherwise." Morwen got out of bed. "But here is the news: The Westfolde is burning. Our village is..." Morwen stopped and took a shuddering breath and continued. "It is gone, Deawen. There is nothing left of it but charred rubble and some old well stones. I don't know about your properties, but my 1,000 head of sheep are gone, all my land burned. All I have left is at Edoras, with Eohric, or with me now." She waited for some reaction from Deawen.

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

*Sen walked outside as Deawen left, and spoke with the Gondorian captain. A few minutes had past, when without warning, a falcon flew overhead, and dropped a letter straight into Sen's hands. He looked up at the bird, and quickly broke the wax seal. After a few seconds of scanning it with his eyes, he crumpled it in his hands. He must move quickly.*
Captain; I must leave you now, on urgent buisness. Can you handle yourself with the defences?
*The Captain nodded, and Sen continued, beginning to address the Storm.*
Good. Men, we move for Minas Tirith, and then to Lothlorien. We have buisness with the Lady of Light, and it is not good tidings she sends.
*Without so much as a break in pace, the Storm gathered their arms, doused their fires, and made off for Minas Tirith. Sen had to go there faster, and tell those who needed to be told about the message, and he was gone in the shadows, along with a bodyguard of about five Retainers. He left Raelun with the rest of the Storm. They were in capable hands until he joined up with them at the walls. He sped off towards Minas Tirith, and the house of Deawen.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(every one muster to my house )
Deawen went pale her entire herd of horses was placed in the westfolde! " what else can fate give me?" Deawen breathed
She shut her eyes and held her breath for a moment. " there is nothing we can do about it?" Deawen asked it was a retorichal question she did not expect an answer. Deawen looked at morwen " is that why you are here or is there another reason? Does Grima Wormtounge feel it is my bidding the westfolde burns?"
Deawen asked holding back tears.

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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

"No, I am also here because I wish to help you. I was honorably discharged from the Rohirrim. No more women in the ranks." Morwen moved to her saddle bag and started shoving in the rest of her armour the best she could in the darkness.

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

Meanwhile ...Eston crossed the courtyard as he just heard a soft sound by the fountain. momentarly a stone in the floor moved aside and four Phantoms Dressed in light gear climbed out of the hole seeing eston they bowed " the storm is advancing to the city Lord Sen is among them they are headed this way" one said to Eston noted they were outof Breath he motioned them to one of the reciving rooms then dashed to Deawen . he almost Ran into Deawen turning into the door way like a madman he bowed clumsily " Lady Deawen Lord Sen is on his way here now" Deawen looked at Morwen then back to the main door. " it seems fate has alot to give me" Deawen said bitterly " Eston " Deawen said " Send a message to the Phantoms in the westfolde to report on my holdings there." Deawen commanded. she then motioned for Morwen to follow her to the courtyard.

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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