Morwen grabbed her pack and saddlebag and followed Deawen silently. She'd heard a lot about the famous (or infamous, depending on who you talked to) Sen Starfire.

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

((ok yeah i'm so confused.....i'm out yall))

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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

Deawen's mind was racing a steady of pulse of flame coursed down her fingers she hid her hands in her cloak not wishing to startle Morwen with her Abnormalties. 'First my Dragon Tears, then my home, now what can fate bring me? 'Deawen thought to herself
in the courtyard Deawen stood by the fountain with her hands behind the smothering folds of her cloak.
Deawen turned to Morwen " I am glad you are here Morwen, when Eston told me you was here I thought you must be here to take me back to Rohan. but then I saw you in the handmaiden dress and i knew other wise... " Deawen laughed a small laugh " Funny how you say you were Honorably discharged from service.. " at this time the phantoms drifted outside this time carrying lances "just in case" they said Deawen knew she could not persuade them otherwise. " very soon i too might be Dissimissed from service but mine will not be honorable I wll fight for it i won't go passivly i won't turn in my sword or insignia...." a phantom sighed at her words " don't talk as such lady Deawen If phantom Argo wants a fight he will get one " he said Deawen gave a funny expression ignoring the phantom " I thought you had to turn your armor in when dismissed?"

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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

"Yes, well, I couldn't quite give up the insignia, as you put it." Morwen said sheepishly. "Besides, do you realize how expensive armour of this quality would be to actually purchase? No, Aelfred pulled a few strings. He still seems to regard me as his Commanding Officer." She smiled fondly at the thought of her protege/lackey. "As it were, that isn't the only reason I'm here," she said gravely. "I have been dismissed, yet I wish to continue fighting. Ithought you could, perhaps, help me in that regard."

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

Deawen laughed this time with a full laugh
" Let me Guess Grima couldn't handle a Tempest in the court? So he claimed to release you Dishonorably to hide the fact he feared you yes?" Deawen laughed some more " yes it is hard to come by such armor without lossing an arm or two." Deawen's spirits lifted she enjoyed Morwen company. " I don't think it's because Aelfred sees you as his commanding officer still, I think it's deeper.. " Deawen smiled the tom-boy exterior seemed to vanish leaving the masked girl unveiled exposed as she is. she grinned as Morwen blushed " admit it you like him!" Deawen proded " You two would make a cute couple" ( tribute to Kelsey, )
( I love Kely kel quotes!)

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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 must protest to that! He is a just a boy, and a rather foolish one at that. If he as any feelings of...that sort, I do not reciprocate them." She blushed even more, even though what she was saying was true. "Where are we going, might I ask?"

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

Deawen sat down at the Fountains lip. " Morwen you can use every fancy word you like to hide the fact you like him.. but deep down inside you like him" Deawen sighed " I have not a clue on where we are going but if Sen is on his way here at this time of night it must be Urgent. and Since it must be urgent It means he needs me to travel to the far ends of our world to get to somewhere!" Deawen explained exegerrated " but Im not complaining.." she reassurred herself " I own him my life on more than one occassion" Deawen said softly " it is the Price i pay for being Unwed, and outcast and wanted for crimes against more than one kingdom" Deawen Laughed again. " With him it is not a lonely road," she whispered " Knowing Sen he won't use the door 'too practical and assummed ' says Eston. Eston Hates the Storm no idea why though.' Deawen warned she glanced over at Eston who scowled and looked away.

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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 HAVE NO TASTES FOR YOUNGER MEN!" stormed Morwen. "I don't know why you won't believe me. Are we going to stop at the stables?" she asked frantically, her armor laden saddlebag cutting into her shoulder.

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

*Sen arrived at the gates of Minas Tirith, only stepping out of the shadows to give the guards a curteous greeting. Then he was back again, and rushed through the city, until he reached Deawen's house. Taking no time, he stepped out of the shadows in the entryway as his Retainers, dwarfing even him, stepped through the shadows after him. He saw the ladies there, along with Eston and a couple phantoms. He greeted them all quickly, and then gave his message.*
While in Osgiliath, I recieved a very strange letter. It summoned us, and all the forces that could be spared to a meeting in Lothlorien. Apparently Sauron has a plan up his thrice cursed sleeve. We must meet with the Lady of Light, Galadriel, and Gandalf, who sent us this letter. We must do this with great haste; a day wasted is a day more for Sauron to complete his plans. Will you go with me, or will I and the Storm go alone?
*He stood there, waiting for an answer.*

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

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as soon as Sen and the Retainers stepped through the shadows the phantoms out of defensive habit lowered lance tips towards the intruders Deawen held a hand out to the phantoms in reassurance. Deawen stood up it was a tense moment for both her and the phantoms. She looked at sen and smiled " As Elsent of the Dragon Tears and Dragoness of the Phantoms the Phatoms will answer the call" Deawen said so all could hear. then the ceremonial Air vanished " I will need till Dawn My lord to Muster 100 Phatoms with Provisions,it's the dead of winter My lord Provisions won't be easy to come by No army of significance has ever marched in winter " Deawen said " Eston" " My lady" he answered " send these fine men with the tidings of a exodus I want every Phantom outside the gates of Minas Tirith by dawn ready for a long march," the Phantoms jumped at the command and dashed back down the hole in the courtyard. Eston still awaited his orders " Eston Have my horses ready as well as Morwen's sometime between now and Dawn," Deawen Looked at Sen " Only five percent will have horses out of 100 here I have two hundred in Rohan and others here and there. I dare not ask The Dragon tears to accompany me to Lothlorien." Eston went back to the stables for awhile then came back with a pigeon Deawen took the dove with distaste she took the message and handed the bird back to eston
All four hundred horses moved to the edge of the white mountains, WEstfolde Attacked your home there is destroyed but is being rebuilt" ~Drad
" well this is good tidings I still have the largest Horse herd in Rohan " Deawen said ' so there solves my horse issues " now the Provisions" Deawen said Pacing her 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

*Sen nodded in agreement.*
The Storm are camped at the gates; five hundred men, and fifty of them are Retainers. I hope we have enough for whatever Sauron is planning. If it is fine with you, we leave in the morning.
*Sen sighed, and looked out the window for a second, before continuing.*
I just wish that when we meet, there isn't always a quest to prepare for, or a battle to fight. I just wish, for once, there would be peace.
*With a chuckle, he continued.*
But then, there would not be a place for me, I guess.

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

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" then i would be out of work...I would have to marry some do-gooder just to keep my lands..." Deawen grined "oh speaking of Do-gooders I don't believe you have met Morwen of the westfolde my Best Friend in the whole westfolde!" Deawen introduced the two.
" five hundred.. I thought you had more.. though i can't boast for having the largest Elite force.. well I have not Fought Saurons forces Directly I have fought under his banner once or twice..." Deawen went inside a room momentarly she brought out a flask of a black bitter tasting liquid.(coffee)
she offered it to them she brought along earthern cups and poured each a cup, it was cold when she poured it but when they recived it it was scalding hot. " now before any of you go " gasp!" because i served under His banner once or twice I was doing that so i could learn, this is what i found Sauron likes to overwhelm his opponet with large numbers, Also he attacks like a hammer just hammering away until you break. captures your leader holds them prisoner offers a ransom you pay it whatever the terms then kills his prisoner." ( like Pizzoro in peru) a bell tolled in the distance announcing it was now two in the morning. Eston went to and from from the stables soon he had seven horses saddled not including Deawen's stallion or Morwens. Eston Scowled at the Storm then in thought and habit he stroaked his short ponytail. Deawen rolled her eyes ( think of Eston as Sakka) " maybe in lothlorien we shall have a day or so to rest no thought of war or grief" Deawen said in earnest senserity she avoided his glace though. soon a phantom crawled out of the hole next to the fountain he went straight to Eston reported and went back down the hole. Eston went over to to Deawen " 166 phantoms have already assembled at the gate with provisions and some with horses. " Eston then went back to the horses Deawen sighed atleast they are ready. Deawen turned her attention to the horses again " Morwen I forgot you see that white mare over there I have been meaning to give that to you for a year now. It all yours one of the finest mares of my stock. " Deawen announced with Pride. Deawen was Proud o her fighting skills her gift and her phantoms but she was most proud of her Horses. her family had been horse breeders for a hundred years. Her herd produced some of the finest Horses for her phantoms they were diffirent from regular horses walk and trot these horses were smaller hoof and build with an amazing smoot walk and trot you glide on the air. though they tend to be small they were hearty and strong wonderful stanima and grace.

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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...I don't know exactly what to say. I've never owned such a fine animal. But what about Breda?" she asked, going to pet the white mare.

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I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

"well what about him?" Deawen asked no understaning the question " Breda is coming too along with my horses... Judging by the urgency of our mission we will have to travle hard and fast, in times like this i like to keep fresh horses. Even Noble Bredol needs to rest at time, " Deawen said getting up to stroak her Stallions nose " My lord Sen?" Deawen asked suddenly " If you need any horses just let me know and they are yours. " Deawen said with a slight curtsy. then she swung up on the back of the white mare " let me show you the grace of my horses!" Deawen said nudging the horse into a walk a few steps then into a what seemed to be a trot but Deawen never bounced from the back of the horse. It was a called a Gait the horses look like they are about to trot but the rider never bounced in the saddle. Deawen rode around the courtyard several times displaying the horses natural gait. " this breed can go for hours in this gait without rest. I think even the Meras would have to envy this gait!" Deawen said laughing " And! these horses may be small but they are wonderful war horses." Bredol Snorted and tossed his head in agreement.

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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

"Alright. Thank you so much. What is his name?" She went and took the reins and walked the horse around in a circle, admiring its beatiful form. "I've never had such a fine gift before."

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

*Sen nodded in thanks, as he followed them out into the courtyard.*
Thank you, Deawen, but the Storm run in the shadows. Many horses would spook at what we do, and most of the Storm prefer to have their feet on the ground when they fight. Flarenath is enough for me.
*With a loud whistle that seemed to go on past the walls, Sen called for Flarenath. Soon enough, a large black warhorse came with impossible speed up the road, and stopped in the courtyard next to Sen. He rubbed its nose, and smiled.*
Tonight we shall rest easy, at least.

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

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