may i join? i am going to be my charry Amoniel...

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(I'm in lol)

A hooded figure silently studied the large group from a distance.

Eleshna had heard of Deawen's gathered effort to eliminate orcs of the land, and she wanted to see for herself if these warriors were truly as great as rumored. From what she had seen in the battle, she was impressed. She watched, keeping her distance, her green eyes taking in every detail and every move. "should I offer my services?" she thought to herself, but still remained a bit aways, standing and watching.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

ha MORWEN the dragon tears are great!)

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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 did her part in the battle. Her fighting style was not at all influenced by the elves or the men of Numenor: it was the oldest of any of the races of Men. It was not fluid, nor was it terribly choppy. It had not the grace of a flowing stream, but of a wild Mearas frolicking in the wide grasses of Rohan. By the time the battle was done, she wished she could have still more. "Oh well, more will come," she thought to herself.

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

some of us have never seen a Meara Morwen...lol)

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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

(*smile* I shall remain clueless... lol. Oh, by the way, is this taking place in any particular type of area? woods? field?)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(I would imagine an open grassy area not far outside Minas Tirith.)

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

what mor said

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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 Mor now, am I!)

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

sorry geez Morwen
gosh it was faster...)

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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

(haha, thanks, I just realized... kind of hard for my character to stand in the middle of a field... kinda hoping a tree might be available... oh well... )

Eleshna keeps her distance, sitting in the grass wrapped tightly in her cloak. Though not a Lorien cloak, her cloak conceals her fairly well, as she is viewed as a mere shadow among the grasses. (tall grasses perhaps...)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

what no trees? tall grasses? openesssssss ahhhahah it's just like the farm!

the Drago tears were strangly quite that night no drink harldy any talk silence that could cut steel. Deawen sat with Morwen in her tent they talked about their adventures since they last parted.

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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

Eleshna crept close to the camp during the night, under the cover of the darkness, careful not to make a sound. She debated returning to the forest to find her horse then ride into camp to offer her services, but decided against it, unsure of how they would react to the sudden appearance of a stranger. They would most likely shoot me on sight... she thought to herself. then again... they might shoot me if they were to catch sight of me now on this thought, she took a few steps back, though rather too hastily, as something on the ground snapped beneath her step, ringing out in the silence. She froze, not sure of what would happen...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

a Phantom heard a noise near by he jumped to his feet if a captain found him not at his post he would be in sevear trouble. "who goes there?' he challenged.

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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

Eleshna remained silent for a moment, piecing together what she would say. "My name is Eleshna, an elf of the forest" she began quietly, "I wish to speak with the one called Deawen, for I hear she is gathering forces to fight remaining orc bands, and I wish to join."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

the Phantom peered throught the darkness he moved forward hand gripping his sword he found the voice "follow me"

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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