Arenel started to stalk somthing Deawen looked at what she was stalking it was another Rabbit Arenel bolted with lightnig speed she got it. Deawen praised her while taking the rabbit from her Arenel wagged her tail the n trotted off. " i think we have enough." Deawen Said looking at hr companoin for the first time she looked directly at his eyes and there she found years of solitude she felt pity but she hid it and locked it up in her mind. Deawen lead Bredol and arenel back to camp where she was greeted with the smell of cooked fish "yuck fish!" Deawen scoffed "picky" Morwen replied.

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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

we returned to camp with 6 freshly killed rabbits, i was now confroted with all three girls at once and i had no way of adressing them, i would have to find a way to tell them apart, well there was the girl who took me into battle, the one who cooked and the one who hunted but i doubted that they would like to be refierd to in that way, i decied to just listen to their conversation and see if i could find out what their names were.

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

Snow flakes fell from the sky slowly at first then i grew in speed. Deawen kept her self busy by practicing with her dagger she felt she may not be the best but she knew enough to survive. Deawen stopped when the snow started to collect then she pulled out her harp tuned it then played a childhood song. Bredol and Breda nicked at the fimilar song. it was now evening Estel had joined in in the singing as well as Arenel who howled a melencholy note. " Deawen do you still have the leather mats?" Morwen asked " i should i'll check." Deawen answered getting up to check her saddle bags " yes four" "good"

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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

The snow begain to fall and we were still out in the open, this did not sit well with me i wanted to sugest that we move to higher ground but the night was comming fast and i thought it best not to travel after dark so i contninued sitting there and observing the others

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

Deawen gave each of them a leather mat since they were water proof they were great in snow. Deawen watched her companoins unroll blankets and furs Deawen had already unrolled her stuff so she watched the rest. Arenel watched too from under Deawen's arm. Deawen stared into the fire thinking about today's events questions popped into her head "why was HE here? why when he touched me i felt cold? How did he kill thoses rabbits?" "Deawen Ask Him the more you keep locked up the more it troubles you!" the voice whispered " I would if i knew how!' Deawen thought "you're still afraid of him You..." " I'm not afraid of him i Just don't understand Him" Deawen thought " see but You Don't even know His Name nor does he know yours" Deawen pondered this it was right but how could she ask?

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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 was almost finished. She had gotten some wierd looks from Deawen when Deawen saw her bringing back armfuls of flexible reeds. She had woven 5 sort of basket-walls. She knew the leather mats would be good to cover the ground and sleep on. "Done!" she sighed, rubbing her sore neck. It had taken hours to do this. "What exactly are you doing, Morwen?" asked Deawen. "These," she said, indicating to the domed woven structures, "can be our shelter. You find a depression, or dig a shallow hole, lay on the leather mat, and put the dome over you. You can stay warm, and dry. Plus," she said, sitting down on the dome, "They are really strong. Unfortunately, there don't seem to be many depressions here, so if you want one, you'll have to dig a hole." She got up and took her travel hatchet from her saddle and began hacking at the ground to soften it up. "Oh, and the duck is done. You can have that, or fish, and I better get the smoked meat off before it is ruined."

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

Deawen looked after the horses. Deawen noticed a sore on Bredols leg she examined the sore gingerly it was a small cut that was inflamed she figured it was caused when Bredol ran off, what ever the cause Deawen was concerened infection was a risk Deawen mentaly scolded her self for not checking sooner. Deawen went back for her saddle bag inside the bag was a small pouch of herbs and bandages and a tiny bowl she also took a small flask of water to Bredol. Deawen didnt' notice Estel and Shadow's Curiouse looks as she left agian. Deawen sat in the snow next Bredol she was mixing some herbs together in the bowl she sang softly trying to ignor the cold her fingers were numb her eyes watered from the wind. when the mixture was ready she placed some on a piece of bandge then wrapped it around the Sore Bredol nickered " shhh" Deawen whispered Deawen stroked his powerful legs then she went back to the camp grabbed her blankets and a woven structure. She set up her shelter next to the horses then crawled inside. she fell asleep shortly after setting up she knew Morwen wondered why she moved but there was several reasons she suddenly relised it wasn't just to make sure Bredol was okay but she relised Shadow also made her nervouse last night he was unconsiose but not tonight she felt a little more secure near her horse.

the snow contuined to fall well into the night covering Deawen's world in a thick blanket of white crisp snow.

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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 had been given a leather mat but i had no need of it, after the girl who hunted with me had gone to bed with the girl who had gone in got battle with me woven cover i decided it was time to go to sleep as well, i changed forms and sleep under the leaves of the above tree, the cold did not bother me but the snow did, here i should be protected well enouf, i fell into a deep sleep

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

bored bored bored sundays no sun no day! i need a good Battle and and Lurtz(aka Josh) won't play! and sam and allie signed a peace treaty! Bored...........
i don't have much to say right now but tonight 8:00pm i will be on agian just to let you know so Morwen1 what say you? Shadow you too okay?!

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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 would like to be on at that time too but we will see what happens

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

Deawen woke up before the sun was up. she peered out into the crisp new morning Deawen streched then tended Bredol. the sore was gone the only thing that remained was a scab "good" she whispered patting his neck Deawen set all the horses to roam.then she walked to the others. Deawen stoked the fire then she took down her own little shelter. she sat next to the fire the others were still asleep though she could not find Shadow she walked around the base of the tree.

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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 guess no one is posting

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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

EEK!!! i leave and i come back to find 13 pages!! i need to go read it all... bleh. my computer died... so i'll post whenever i get a chance.

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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>

(i didnt read whole posts, but skimmed the basics of them. sorry for not responding!)

Estel moaned softly, her hand flying to her head before anything else moved. Her eyelids fluttered, than opened.
"where... where am i..." she muttered, not remembering anything. She squinted, and slowly sat up, groaning as her head began to spin.
"what happened?" she asked, looking around at them.
"who are you?"
she cocked her head at the dog, but said nothing. She couldnt remember a thing... except fleeing the Easterlings... and someone yelling for her to duck. Beyond that... nothing. It was like a wall had gone up in the back of her mind. She tried to push it away, but couldnt. She groaned again, closing her eyes to stop the world from spinning. she layed back down, but kept her eyes open. Again, she tried to remember things, but it only made her head ache worse. She let out a frustrated sigh, and a tear slid down her cheek.
"I cant remember." she said quietly. She hardly reconigzed anyone... and couldnt even remember her own name.

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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>

I was awaken by the early morning sun, the world was coved in a blanket of white, others were up i saw thier foot prints in the snow, the girl that had ridden into battle with me was awake but not moving i looked at her for a moment, and then scouled at the snow, it made me so much more visable it was in my nature to dislike that, but regardless i brougt myself into form and made my way over to her, she looked fightend, the hunter was away from camp and the other was still asleep, the one on the ground did not seem to be hurt but she seemed unconfortable but i could not tell why

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

Deawen stopped searching for Shadow instead picked up some snow letting it to melt in her hand then she saw Estel she looked strange or more like acted strange. Deawen walked towards her she heard Estel say somthing like "where am i" Deawen backed up her mind turning clogs and weels could not understand what could be wrong " uh...Shapeshifter...sir" Deawen called softly she waited

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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