Morwen1 your here!

hey what about voices of the night i cant be in two topics at once!

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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

o/orp: well, that's not my fault is it?

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

Meluwien's face grew worried as Deawen found her secret. This was just what she didnt want to happen. She finished buttoning herself into the dress and covered her exposed elvish ear with her blonde hair. She went to Deawen and picked her up from her bowing state. "No one needs to know. I dont wish to be treated differently. Im just like you. Okay?" She wanted to convince that she was normal. She didnt like to be treated differently just because of her race.

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Deawen got up and glanced at the door she felt like a kid around the holidays. "i better go and help Morwen."

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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

Meluwien nodded. "Okay" She stood still, not knowing quite what to do now.

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Morwen was walking to the room, and ran straight into Deawen. "Wow, you are going to have problems serving tonight. Here..." Morwen grabbed Deawen's hand and took her into the kitchens. It was dim and hot, and smelt bad because of the many different dishes cooking at the same time. 'Now, grab an empty tray." Deawen looked quizzical, as if to say, "how will this help?" "Now, take the tray and walk around the kitchen once," commanded Morwen. Deawen started off, and after three steps, she had managed to trip on her skirt and drop the platter with a clatter. (Haha, it rhymes! ) "Did you enjoy your trip? Alright, I see what you are doing. Your strides are too long. Act like you are walking on the fenceposts back home. It will be much easier." Deawen started again, and made the entire way without one stumble. She came back beaming . "See," said Morwen, "there is always a different way of thinking about something that will make it easier. Excuse me, Beancytel," adressing the head cook, "when will supper be served?" "In nigh quarter aft," said the robust man through a thick accent. "Excellent. We had better get our assigned nobles?"

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

(hey, i'm just gonna kinda jump in. tehehe)

The cloaked strange ran through the streets, up to the palace of Edoras. Her breathing was a bit labored, but not insanely so. She looked at the sun dial, and swore.
"I'm going to be late!"
She quickly went into the room where she was staying, and looked through the closet. She pulled out a beautiful pale blue dress, and quickly put it on. She combed through her short black hair and made it presentable. Looking in the mirror, she grinned.
"I look like a lady... but one thats out of place... which is exactly what I am."
This was a rare ocasion that she wore a dress. She frowned at herself in the mirror, and gently ran a hand over the large scar that ran down her left eye. It deffinatly made her look more evil. She checked the time again, and sighed. She had a few minutes to get there. Estel walked with some trouble due to the dress towards the hall where the dinner was to be served. She took a deep breath, and entered. No one had taken a seat yet, and for that, Estel was glad.
"Good evening Lord Eomer." Estel greeted with a smile, shaking his hand. She had lived in Rohan for some time, and often served the royal family, so she was farmilar with them. Secretly, she had fallen in love with Eomer, but none knew that... except for Eowyn. Eowyn and Estel had been best of friends for awhile... until Estel dissapeared from Rohan for years. There friendship was never broken, but is not the same as it was.
"Estel, pleasure to see you again! I was not sure you if where going to be here... I heard you where off doing something."
Estel grinned.
"I ran back. I thought I was going to be late!"
"Almost... but not quite." Eomer smiled. Eowyn approached.
"Estel!" She exclaimed, and the two embraced.
"Long time no see." Estel said and Eowyn nodded.
"How are you doing?"
"Very well." Estel replied.
"Still not lonely?" Eowyn asked. "You could always live here with us."
Estel shook her head. "No, no. I couldn't do that. I like my life."
Just then, it was announced that dinner would begin soon. Estel took her seat. She had a good view of Eomer from here...

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
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<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

(( ElurinSingollo: Is your character an elf? ))

Meluwien walked out of her room, heading towards the dining area. She heard that dinner was annonced and wanted to head over there quickly. She moved swiftly and gracefully, even though she did not wear dresses often. Except for nice occations of course. She saw someone already seated. She had not met her yet. Meluwien sat next to her. She wanted to be friendly and introduce herself. "Hello. My name is Meluwien. I dont think we have met." She hoped she was friendly. Her appearences made her look a bit dark spirited, but you can never judge a book by its cover.

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( half elven)

Estel smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you. I am Morwen Vanwa Estel Singollo... but you can call me Estel."
She said, shaking the others hand. She could tell Meluwien wasnt comfortalbe in a dress either.

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
<p>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

Deawen almost dropped the platter she was carring at the sight of Estel she placed the platter on a table and almost rushed over there but she remembered her place so instead she grabed a wine pitcher and headed torwards the table she came up behind them and whispered "Quel re mellon"

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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

Estel spun around, and grinned.
"Hello Deawen."
She said casually.
"Fancing seeing you here."

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
<p>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

Morwen came in with a pitcher of wine for Eowyn, whom she was always in charge of serving. She set it down, then noticed Estel sitting next to Meluwien. Gaping for a moment, she finally said, "Min freond, Estel! Wes ðu hal!" She restrained herself from rushing over to embrace her, regained her composure, and said, her voice cracking slightly, "Welcome to Edoras." Eowyn laughed slightly at her servant as the door opened and King Theoden came in, leaning on an ornate cane of a dark, hard wood, and Grima. At the sight of the guests, he hissed quietly, and sent the two handmaidens back to the kitchen.

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

"Im gelir ceni ad lín Morwen!" Estel grinned. She winked at Eowyn. When Theoden entered, she stood, and bowed. By she glared at Grima. She had never liked him. Nobody did.

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<img src=http://www.efanguide.com/~lotr/dolls/merry_pippin.gif>
<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
<p>
Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
<p>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/memoriesofold/personalized/morwenvanwaestel.jpg>

Just before they left the hall, Morwen gave Estel a quizzical look. She had no idea what she had just said in Elvish. She only spoke Westron and Rohirric. Deawen pulled her arm to get her to hurry up. As they reached the kitchens Morwen said, "That was unexpected. By the way, what platter did you take in?"

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

"Uhh i think i don't know i didn't look" Deawen mumbled

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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

"Oh no! Beancytel, what tray did she take?" cried Morwen. "Yon tray mid sweetmeats." he said through his mustache. "Oh dear! I'll be right back! Deawen, don't look so upset, it is easily remedied."

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