Deawen galloped off through the forest keepin away from any paths she stumbled on. SHe knew someone was tracking her but thier location always changed One day he would be close then the next a good distance. Deawen thought of places to hide she wasn't fimilar with these lands like rohan. SHe could hear a river to her left it was roaring like a waterfall this was a problem it meant the land came to sharp cliffs. Deawen began to head north again then followed a ridges crest till a well worn path leading down to the bottoms of the bluffs. It was a risk to go down there it may be a dead end and no where to hide. but Deawen was tired Bredol was too they had to camp tonight. AS she decended down the path a warm breeze swept over her it made her even more drowsy. suddenly a Narrow bridge came into view Panick quickened her heart she knew this place and was not welcome.(Rivendell) Deawen tried to turn around and go back up the path but she heard decending hoof steps she pulled too hard on the reins and Bredol half reared up and fell on to hs side throwing Deawen to the ground just a pace from the edge. her head hit a rock and the world went dark.

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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

Ruth Ann stared at Shar while she heard Deawen gallop off. "She's heading to the river," Ruth Ann said outloud and after a slight pause continued, "She obviously does not know who I am, or the fact that I have been doing this adventure stuff since I was 5."

After putting together all of the stuff, Ruth Ann rode Shar the pony and headed over towards Rivendell. No one was really left there, but she was sure a few strangling elves might be left.

Once Shar had galloped towards the river, Ruth Ann looked over towards the side and noticed a figure. Trotting over, She thought, "It's Meila." Ruth Ann knew what she should do, and that was the exact thing she didn't want to do right then. Jumping off, Ruth Ann got some water and placed it on Deawen's face in order to clean it up somewhat. She then grabbed a cloth and wrapped it around Deawen's head in order to stop much of the flow of blood. Ruth Ann was about ready to gather up when she thought was noticed something. Ruth Ann Underhill looked back down towards Deawen and after a long glance at her face, Ruth Ann shockingly said to herself, "Gondor. I saw her at Gondor."

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Astarwen was just about to answer when she heard hoof beats she turned to the bridge and saw a rider struggling with her horse. She pulled to sharply on the reins, her horse fell, and the rider flew off.
Astarwen then noticed a hobbit ride up and tend to the fallen rider. "I am needed." She said to Eruriana and Tur. She ran to the bridge and then came to the rider and the Hobbit. After a quick glance over her head she let out a shrill wistle. A silver horse came galloping out of the stables, when it got there Astarwen lifted the rider onto her horse. She mounted and wispered into the horse's ear. The horse took off over the bridge...

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

Bredol nickered to Ruth Ann he stood by Deawen and nuzzeled her he whickered as if trying to wake her.
Deawen's dreams where fuzzy and distant her head burned and she was dizzy.

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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

(( Who's going to edit you or me?))

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

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Bredol Followed reluctanly. Deawen suddenly stirred slightly her eyes fluttered open but her vision was blurry she shut her eyes again then reopened them she turned around and saw the elf she gaped slightly but pain once again overwhelmed her and she blacked out again.

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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

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

Turwaithiel nodded at Eruraina. "Aye, you speak well and truthfully." She grinned and then nodded to Astarwen as she had to leave.

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Astarwen rode with the rider to the last place she could fit still riding then dismounted, and took the rider off Mithelen and carried her to a room next her's. She laid her down on the bed, and grabbed a clean cloth from a drawer and diped it in a basin of water.

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

Ruth Ann climbed on top of Shar and followed the elf and Deawen into Rivendell.

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Turwaithiel looked over at Eruraina and asked, "Do you want to take a look around? For old times' sake?"

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Rain nodded.
"I wonder what Elrond's libraries look like now that he's gone..." she wondered...

(hmph... right when you get on, Tur, I have to get off and go to bed! Oh well! At least tomorrow is Saturday! Ta ta for now!)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((so sorry mate! late soccer game tonight...and so muddy too! it had just gotten done raining and oh...it was wonderful! nalmarie! ))

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Deawen's Mind snapped back to waking Deawen suddenly opened her eyes she withdrew to the far end of the bed away from the elf. " Qho are you?' she asked panicked.

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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

" Astarwen, now hold still," she said getting up and walking to the other side of the room, "Deawen." she said finishing her sentence. She look in a drawer and grabbed a clean cloth.

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

Deawen stiffened at her name but remained silent her head was throbbing but she didn't want to seem weak.

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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