Halana smiled and walked back to the stables to get her horse again. she patted the horse softly and talked to him about the many adventures they would soon be having together.

Halana was significently youner then most of the elves she talked to. but she thought that it would good for herself. maybe she could ride with them on some of their adventures. she smiled at that thought.

she quickly saddled her horse and then headed for the main gate to the city. there she waited for Tahlavain.

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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

Tahlavain, vaguely startled, turned swiftly to regard the stranger with a curious gaze of her crystalline eyes. “I am merely a little out of practice, Milord, I shall relax as I warm to the bow again” she stammered in response, blushing as she recognized her error of stiffness during her aim. Realizing how rude she must have sounded, she quickly added, “I apologize Milord, your suggestion is wholly in the right!”

With that said, she stood with a more relaxed form, waiting for the right moment at which to release the string, the arrow flying even truer to the mark than it had previously. With an almost proud sort of smirk poorly hidden escaping her serious expression, she turned her glance again to the stranger beside her. “I thank you, Milord, for bringing forth the notice of my error,” Tahlavain said respectfully with a short bow.

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

"nu niþer þider ' (now, down yonder) she answered pointing to the training grounds. "þu cann beran Armour " (you can wear armor)
Deawen said standing up " I'll go get my sword" she said bounding up the stairs to more stairs finaly to her room. her sword was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship it was fairly straight except the tip with was curved it was made for fighting on horseback. Flames and a Dragon wraped around the blade. the hilt was two dragons and the pommel a red gem shaped as an egg. Deawen grabbed her round shield and dashed down the stairs back to the place she left 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

At his bidding, Tahlavain relaxed, regarding the stranger questioningly for a moment before answering. “I know not where I gained my basic skill, yet it was refined by the highly skilled elves here in Imladris. I am indebted to them for my very life and for the skills I now possess.”

As she walked forward to retrieve her arrows, she cast a glance over her shoulder, “Pray tell, Milord, what might your name be and from where have you come?”

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

Morwen jogged to her room, quickly changed into her armour: first the woolen dress, then the cainmail, then the cuirass. She pulled on boots, grabbed her shield and sword and ran back out, a few pounds heavier. By the time she arrived at the point Deawen had specified, she was rather out of breath. She thought to herself, Maybe I should start practiing with armour.

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

Deawen jogged to the training grounds smiling at morwen " Morwen you look flushed" she laughed " shall we?" Deawen asked drawing her sowrd and taking her stance left foot turned out knee bent slightly right foot just in front straight knee bent pefectly balanced. her sword held out infront.

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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 backed away three paces and assumed her form: weight on her bent right leg, left foot forward, shield in front, sword ready. She was determined not to take the first move.

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

Deawen lunged forward using a forward thrust.
" your move 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

(One-liner alert *shifty eyes*)

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

(( lol))

Halana sat by the gate she sighed. she stood up and looked around. " where could she be." she said softly to herself.
she paced around for a while.

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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

Morwen smiled. "Fine, I will move first this time!" She began her first attack before she finished the word 'time'. She swung hard at Deawen's legs, anticipating that she would jump, and used the momentum of the blade to turn back around. "Your move, Deawen." She began to pace slowly to the left.

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

Hathru had followed Tahlavain out to the shooting range. He hadn't stopped to get his own bow, so he stood in the background, watching and listening to her talking with Elegost.

Deawen jumped back and parried the blow. all her weight shifted to her back foot readyto advance she smiled and lunged forward again this time though she faked and spun right aiming straight for morwen's neck.

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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 jumped back and parried the blow. all her weight shifted to her back foot readyto advance she smiled and lunged forward again this time though she faked and spun right aiming straight for morwen's neck.

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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

Awe struck Tahlavain’s expression for a moment as she realized she was indeed in the presence of one of the few remaining Dûnedain, of which she had heard so much, and since she was still young in years, she had barely chance to speak with one. “Milord Elegost, I am honored, and indeed you are correct in presuming I am not of full elven blood.”

Though her curiosity strove to discover what the “certain matters” might entail, she kept the question to herself while she answered his query of her name. “I am Tahlavain, and I fear I have no proper title with which to present myself.” She briefly bit her lip, truly ashamed of knowing nothing of her lineage, though she hid this emotion of regret from her general expression.

Tahlavain’s glance strayed to where Hathru stood, and she smiled in an apologetic manner. “Ah, milord Hathru, I fear I have left you behind. Please do join us, that is if Lord Elegost does not mind?” With this she cast her eyes in Elegost’s direction.

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

Morwen ducked the blow at her neck and popped back up to hit Deawen's blade, forcing it faster in Deawen's direction. "What are you trying to do, decapitate me??" She twirled her sword and waited for Deawen to swing again.

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