" I call her Cam-Ria " Deawen said thinking
Deawen shruged " for you maybe but once I am outside the gates of Minas Tirith Im fair game....I never saw it this way but I am like a fox..."
" you foxy lady." Eston cut it " You stay out of this.. " Deawen warned with a pointed finger.
Deawen didnt' finish her statement now embarassed.

Hours passed and soon light in the East became apprent. Eston had the horses ready, he gathered Deawen's Important possesions. Deawen had Chaged back into her Black Riding dress she wore a silver circlet on her brow. Her Hair was Up In Braids again ready for a Hard Ride. Her cloak was not heavy it was light and billowy. Eston Wore a black surcoat with a silver dragon on the Front his cloak was diffirent It had a Front and and a Back ( three musketteers style) and he Wore a full facial mask made of hard leather. " i Plan to make Denethor have a heartattack when he sees how many phantoms just left the city..." Deawen said with a smirk. " Time to go" Deawen announced She swung into the saddle and waited for the others.
soon Eston had the house locked and was unravling a banner the size of a horse it was black with a silver dragon like the one he wore. Deawen Put on her Mask as they rode down the streets. the early birds drawn by the sounds of horse hooves stood in silence as they passed.

At the Main gate Two Hundred Phantoms assembled in the same garb as Eston. Many carried banners and standards like Estons some were blue others black, Deawen addressed them and kept them posted on the details of the mission when she finished the Phantom war cry roared in reply. Deawen dismounted and Walked over to Sen she whispered something to him " may the valar give speed to you and your men and keep you from harm..If you need to reach me you know how to " Deawen said Placing her hand right below her neck where her medallion was placed She bowed to him as she finished silently

Together we can defeat any enemy that opposes us..

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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 pulled on her green cloak over her armour, finishing with her crested helmet. She decided to give Breda a rest and ride Cam-Ria. Deawen was right, the gate was just as smoothe as a walk. She rode as close as she could to Deawen, still not sure of what the other Phantoms thought of her. Just in case, she wore her sword close and loose. As a final touch, she carried her shield (also 'stolen' for her after her removal) on her back in Rohirric style and carried a small banner, to show that the soldiers of Rohan supported her where ever she went.

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

*Sen swung his leg over Flarenath, as he saw the others getting ready to leave. He turned to his Retainers, and spoke quickly to them.*
Go and tell Raelun to give the order to break camp. We move for Lothlorien, and we shall not be going alone.
*One of the Retainers looked at the Phantoms, and spoke quietly to Sen.*
Captain, are you sure that the Phantoms are trustworthy? They look no more than mercenaries.
*Sen sighed, and nodded.*
They are. I trust them, and their commander. No go quickly; the sun rises, and we need to be away.
*The Retainers nodded, and were gone, moving through the shadows far faster than the procession was moving through the city. Sen followed the others, and caught up to Deawen and Morwen.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Seeing a group of soilders up ahead the path Pyrgus desides to try to sneek in. Looking at everyone else they look alot older than Pyrgus. Looking farther up he sees people on horses he desides to go talk to one. when he gets up close enough he sees the one he is going to talk to is a woman (Deawen).
To Deawen " Hello I am Pyrgus Malvae here to join the fight."

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The fight is never over; it only ends in your mind.

now esembled in ranks many on horse back the phantom awaited Deawen orders. Deawen nodded to the head of the rank and a lone horn sounded and the Phantoms filed out of the great city in colums of two.Their Horses Pranced In their smooth gait the Phantoms Banners billiowing and tilted forward it was a magnificent site.
Deawen Startled by an unfamilar voice looked down at the new voice Behind the mask she raised an Eyebrow
" To Join the Fight?" Eston asked before Deawen could react
" At the current moment we are not going to war, So if you are looking for a fight I am sure one of my phantoms could oblige you?" Deawen said
with a laugh " You may join if you wish, But when we camp next we shall test your skills for now I have no time file into the ranks of the last unit I'll send for you at the next camp, Now if you excuse me" Deawen said turning her stallion towards the Phantoms in her own way of dismissing people. Deawen waited until the last Phantom filed out of the city. Before turning to Sen and Morwen " lets have a Race!" Deawen announced for Bredol began to stomp and chomp at his bit for being left by the other horses in the columms. Bredol Pranced in place as Deawen held him back but it was too much for him he turned in circles. " Better Yet a childhood game In honor Of Morwen!" Deawen reached out and touched Sen's shoulder " tag!" she said and bolted off in a copper blurr through the gates.

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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 held Cam-Ria from bolting after Deawen and said, with a slight smile, to the soldier on foot, "Have you a horse, Pyrgus Malvae?"

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

"No, I dont have a horse yet" replys Pygrus. Not knowing what lies ahead he follows with his sword at his side.
Further up the path he sees the woman whom talked to him earlier he rushes to talk to her.
"Hello I didnt catch your name." Pygrus says
"Morwen" says the person.
"Do you know were i could get a horse then?" Pygrus asks.

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The fight is never over; it only ends in your mind.

"Here, take Breda. If he acts up, just give the reins a shake and he'll be as complacent as a drunken cow. If you'll excuse me..." She spurred Cam-Ria and sprang off in the direction of Deawen's dust cloud.

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

*Sen sat there for a few seconds, then began to laugh. He whispered in Flarenath's ear, and he took off like a shot, chasing after Deawen. As they left the city, he caught a fleeting glance of the Storm just finishing packing up, before he was past them, ever gaining on Deawen until they were just within arm's reach.*
Tag!
*He shouted, and touched her. As he did, he reigned in Flarenath, and immediately changed direction, peeling back towards the way they came from.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen's Excitement swelled up inside her she felt like she could fly any moment! As Sen Tagged Her again and tore off in a new Direction Deawen pulled Bredol to a halt and turned him back Heading Straight for Morwen. Deawen rode past Morwen and tagged her. " tag!" she shouted and tore off after Sen. The Phantoms Cheered as she flew past them in a copper blurr. Even though Deawen wasn't 'it" she wanted to prove Sen wasn't invinicble. Deawen slacked her Reins giving Bredol his head Deawen leaned in the saddle so that she was almost flat against Bredols Neck. Deawen Knew no natural horse could keep up with Flarenath, But Deawen had a trick up her sleeve she placed her hands palm down on Bredols withers. Deawen's hair went a vibrant copper Bredol went into full gallop going as fast as his legs could carry him. But it wasn't enough to gain on Sen. Deawen's cloak billowed out behind her like sable wings. Suddenly Bredol went faster and longer his Breath came out in harsh clouds of steam Deawen was gaining on Sen faster than ever. Soon she was neck and Neck with him! Deawen took the reins in one hand and reached out to Sen she touched his hand a spark of fire flew
" I am learning but I have learned''
Deawen's voice was clear in his mind. Deawen Removed her mask and smiled At Sen still going at the dangerous speed she put her hands back on Bredols withers and Bredoll went Faster Deawen cut off Sen and turned Bredol towards her Phantoms back towards Morwen.
when she reached Morwen Bredol was practicaly Spent Deawen even looked worn " I am sorry morwen I had to prove Sen was not Invincible in the game of Tag" Deawen smiled and rode Side by side next to 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

"That's fine. I suppose I'm a bit of a disadvantage because I'm not used to Cam-Ria. I've never been on such a swift horse!" She patted the horse's neck. "But if we're still playing," she tapped Deawen's shoulder, "You're it again!" She backed Cam-Ria up and started away.

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

Deawen sat stunned " I can't believe i fell for it" Deawen sighed Bredol pinned his ears back at Deawen in warning not to make him go anyfaster than a swift gait ( also known as the quarto)
" morwen I admit defeat you and Sen win " Deawen said putting her hands up then Making Bredol go alittle faster to get to the head of the columm. once up at the head Eston rolled his eyes at Deawen's game Deawen just laughed. Deawen looked at the clouds moving in from the north " I have a bad feeling about this"

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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

Deawen watched the clouds then her gaze fell to the distant forest of Ithilien. Beyond that forest was the tip of the white mountains and farther north was Rohan. It never really sank in that she was the only one of her family alive. She began to think of the Duel " it would be a waste to die in a duel '' Deawen concluded but Sen wanted to fight in her stead but Deawen felt that he should not. Deawen looked over At Sen " my Lord?
Do you think it wise to fight in my stead in the duel?" She asked
Deawen had many questions for him but only one of them mattered " If you fight for me it makes me look weak that 'I A woman " cannot fight my own battles that I let my own honor fall I Killed my Brother and cannot face justice as it is....Are you prepared for the phantoms chosing you as their leader and Rejecting me? Because if that happens I will not fight it i will relinquish my station my insignia and my Soldiers for the greater good" Deawen said this with her head bowed and eyes dropped.
it is said that a lady knows when it is time to step down, and even Deawen knew her time would have to end, even though it hurt her to admitt 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

Morwen raised her standard in triumph, laughing as she turned Cam-Ria to look back at Deawen. As she started to head back towards Deawen, a Phantom jostled her, almost knocking her spear from her hand. She looked at the man, who looked like he was straight from the broods of Wildmen occupying Rohan. They stared at each other for a moment, sizing each other up, before she icily said, "Pardon." She spurred Cam-Ria into his particular gate and headed to the front of the column.

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

Deawen didn't see The phantom that Jostled Morwen ( what does Jostled mean? Im too lazy to look it up) she was busy interogating Sen, But Eston Saw between Him and Drad they knew everything that was going on in the phantoms. It was the reason Deawen was so fond of Eston and Drad.
Eston waited for Morwen to join the Columm before addressing the matter, "I see you have met Garnath the spy of Argo..." Eston Said with a slight kirk to his voice " Do not let him get to you he is Fargth " Eston Said Slipping into his home language " To him you are nothing but a Spy of The Forgoil and a Kaithal" Eston Said with a slight laugh
" Garnath in my...I mean the speech of the wildmen means Wolferkin, for he comes from a band of wildmen close to the mountains, horrid band they take captives from the Forgoil's villages and keep them like slaves... Deawen doesn't believe in killing for no reason and so far Garnath has done no harm to her or her cause but watch out you never know for sure.." Eston explained.

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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

"Well, as long as he stays away from me, there will be no problems," snarled Morwen. She muttered under her breath, "Awiergan der cynn..." Eston guffawed. "And what does that mean?" he asked. "It's not important, min freond," she said, dismissing his question with a wave of her hand. "Just keep him away from me." She rode over to Deawen. "I met our friend Garnath. He seems friendl," Morwen said sarcastically.

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