Tarcíl growled but didn't answer. He knew what she was doing, she wanted to lure him in her trap. There was something going on here, something beyond him. It concerned that woman but Tarcíl wasn't ready to choose sides yet. He wanted to get to know more about this, which party had the advantage.
"As if you're allowed to sign warrents." he smirked. He grabbed the water but left the ale untouched although his eyes were fixed on it. Then he looked at Deawen. "I say nay to the ale, but I appreaciate you getting it for me." he gave her a teasing smile as he made clear he didn't want to be in debt with her.

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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.

Ránëmírë was interested. The woman who had given her directions did not look like the kind who would be fetching water, but she was bringing both water and ale to a prisoner that did not even remotely look like the kind of person she would associate with. What was more, the man did not take the ale. Something was definitely going on. Now that she knew the where the exit was, Ránëmírë was not in such a hurry to get out. The city of Minas Tirith was beautiful, but there was not much for an elf to do. Here something to divert her attention from the noise and hurry outside that she hated so much. She moved closer to the cells and stared in shock. Ránëmírë had only seen her once at a ball, but despite the tear-streaks on her face, the elf recognized the sister of the king of Rohan. “What are you doing in prison?” Ránëmírë asked.

Deawen shrugged " consider it an act of good will " she said. this was a minor setback. " On the contrary, my position in this kingdom allows me to judge who is a threat and who is not...I can't remember why you are here remind me again?" Deawen asked she was getting irritated but she did not show it.

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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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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.

Tarcíls eyes narrowed and he hissed: "Is that a threat?" He stood only a few feet from Deawen holding the bars of his cell. "You know as well as I that I can get out here without your ''help". So I would watch yourself Deawen." He took a sip of his water and his eyes shifted from Deawen to the newcomer whom he noticed with surprise, to be an elf. She obviously had to be acquinted with the woman in prison whom Tarcíl suspected to be of royalty. Her hair was fair, her nails unbroken and she seemed well fed. "So since when does your king-" he spat at the ground "lock up women of higher rank than you?" he addressed Deawen.

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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 here voices coming from inside the prison now. One was a man, one was a woman. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, I need a plan, she though. Why hadn't I though about this before a came into the city.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Czarra here voices coming from inside the prison now. One was a man, one was a woman. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, I need a plan, she though. Why hadn't I though about this before a came into the city.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Deawen stepped up to the cell showing her dominance and lack of fear though inside she was alittle startled. SHe seemed to have cooled off
she inspected her polished nails distractedly. she looked up when he asked his question a smirk curled about her lips at his insult " Oh I don't know I am just a girl who knows nothing..." she said with a falsetto
" supposed murderess or so I am told by him" she went back to inspecting her nails " but I don't believe tricksters there is a hidden agenda I am trying to discover....sides shes only higher than me by title but not by power" she chuckled.

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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

Lesao started back at her, her eyes were hard and cold. She was still curled up, but she looked a little more alive now. The shine had come back to her eyes. She was wondering who the woman was, and why she was paying attention to her.

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

Tarcíl wanted to laugh out when he heard the information he needed. But only his eyes shone in triumph. "We're all so affraid of your power.." he said with false fear in his voice. He liked the way he could insult her, it seemed to give him some power. Slowly he felt the headache of his hangover disappear. The woman seemed to be listening to their conversation and as he wondered why someone of such high rank could commit a murder, he winked though he was not sure whether she could see.

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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.

(Hey Lasbelingur! what is the name of the guy in the beginning when your charry is captured by?)
Deawen wanted to laugh as well but remained her cold silence she did not return the cold hard gaze to Lesao.
" take care of yourself Tarcil I would hate to see you at the gallows.." Deawen said quietly there was no sarcasim to her tone, she meant it. she needed to leave soon the longer she stayed the more she risked being seen by others.

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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 only smiled and watched her leave. There was lots to think of but his priority was to get out of here. He disliked every minute he was caged as an animal. "I guess you better run with me.." he hissed "I don't think you like what they're going to do with you." He wanted her to come with him even when it was only to make life difficult for Deawen.

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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 left the Prison pulling her cloak tighter around her along the way she passed several guards who nodded they were her allies. she returned to her office locking the door behind her she paced for awhile in thought.Tarcil distracted her from her goal but that was ok she would work around it.

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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 wait to post until you guys get out of Minas-Tirith...))

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

Czarra saw a woman exit the jail though a door. She waited a minute, then went in. She walked past many cells, peering into them as she past. There were all sorts of people in them, most of them sleeping. Finaly, she came to the one she was looking for. "Lesao, is that you?" she wispered.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

"What the hell is going on here?" Tarcíl groaned as another stranger appeared. "Is this a family reunion or has the prison of Minas Tirith been opened for tourists?" He leaned against the bars of his cell and complained: "Can't a man have a private chat with his fellow inmate these days..?"

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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.