Deawen Braced from the touch " You hold no ones ear For you Are beneath Me I don't bow down to scum " Deawen growled raising her hand to the Creatures neck all it took was release, Deawen was mortal but with a curse she still felt fear hate anger all save love. She fought a rising panick bitterly " kill me and you lose your cozy position " she challenged, a jolt of fire passed from her hand to Rhavaniel " You lose your temper easily A weakness for such a powerful being but you are not immortal "

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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

Aryth Stormmoon rode her horse Midnight behind the group, her silver-grey eyes hiding behind her long black hair. She was heavily armed and a long, recently recieved red scar going down her left cheek showed her to be the type not to be messed with...but to be feared.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Saerwen gave a wry little giggle, just out of reach of Rhavaniel. "Hm-hm. Yes, order. I can see it forming now." She shook her head and said, "My dark...friend, in Rohan we have names for people like you. But here, who is this in the back who we have not yet met?"

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

"And are you sure of that?"
Rhavaniel's fingers tightend around her neck slowly, but surely as she smirked.
She knew it was risky, she didnt know if she was immortal, or if the same rules that applied to elves, applied to her. She only knew that fire burnt her skin, and damaged her further than a wound from a knife or an arrow.
She let go of the human, disgusted at her attempt to persuade her to change her mind.
"I bow my head to no one. Learn your place A'maelamin, never challange me."
Rhavaniel watched as beads of blood slid down the humans throaght.
She turned to Saerwen "And, what name would that be?"

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Deawen made a hissing noise as Rhavaniel tightened her grip around her neck but showed no fear or sign of backing down. When RHavaniel let go Defiance glared from Deawen's eyes but she said nothing only wiped away the blood from her neck. Social order had been formed Though Deawen would never admit she had been bested.

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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

Xoroku smiled to herself as she caught fragment's of Deawen and Rhavaniel's argument. It was somewhat amusing..

Being the first to reach the Black Gate, she stopped her horse and allowed the others to catch up.

Deawen spun her horse around in a fury but was gentle on the riens, she galloped to the gate where she stopped and seemed to gaze out in the distance " Aerenel " she whispered. presently a black dog ran down their path as if called. Deawen smiled a rare warm smile "gode hund Aerenel "she said the dog wagged it's tail side to side, Aerenel wore a studded collar bearing Deawen's ensignia a dragon circling a ruby admist the setting sun. she was black as ebony with a glossy thick coat, her eyes were brown and like it's owner had the peirceing look that seemed to search one's soul with a glance. Bredol and Aerenel were Deawen's only joy in life she never hit or kicked them or let others even think about hurting them.

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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

Rhavaniel rode up, close second, her eyes blazing an unusual fiery red, as she pulled the reins somewhat harshly.
Her steed feared her, and she did not trust it. She put her trust into nothing except her own mind and soul. She rode only for appearances sake, being able to keep pace with a horse kept her in shape.
The creature shifted uneasily, shing from the cold touch of its mistress. Born and bred in Mordor, it had been ridden by men and orks alike- But it could not stay calm under something that it could not connect with.

"Home sweet home..."
She muttered the words grudgingly.
As soon as she had reached adulthood, she had been put out into the heart of Middlearth, learning its customs and ways, and aquireing high standards and an unique taste on the side.
She found Mordor intruiging in many a way, but the elf in her still loved the green of the woods. And so she returned only when called for.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

As they approached the gate, Saerwen smiled sweetly and asked, "There are several. Which would you prefer?" She slowed a bit and scratched her eyebrow gingerly. "I would continue, but it seems we have more important matters at hand than a mere personal rivalry." Not that she would ever admit it, but she was uneasy about the gate. She did not like walls in general, but the spiky black facade did nothing to mitigate her fear. There was also an unsleeping evil that she could never get used to, regardless of her time in Mordor.

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

((I'm really sorry, but I have to leave this RPG. School's taking too much time at the moment Sorry...))

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Aryth listened to the others as they agrued and bickered, and didn't even bother her. Not that she minded herself, for she thought half of this group was a bunch of arragant fools that she was forced to work with. She looked up at the Black Gate through her hair, grinning. It was a good sight indeed. She couldn't wait to be put to work and let the mortal weak humans feel her wrath...her torture...her pain.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

((I'm sorry to hear that, ElenyaAr-Feiniel.. *curses evil school*))

Xoroku pressed harder against her horse, urging it forward to where Orcs were scattering about, finishing the makeshift rafts. At the head stood Gothmog, surveying the Orcs' progress. A look resembling a smile passed over his face as the group approached. "The Boats are ready."

"Excellent," replied Xoroku as they began to board.

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Soon the shining stone towers of Osgiliath came into view, sparkling in the moonlight. Everything was dead silent, except for the two Gondorian sentries conversing, slacking on the job. Xoroku turned to Rhavaniel and smiled. "My friend, I believe this is a job for your fine archery skills."

Deawen stayed on her horse while on the raft, Bredol and Aernel had no trouble boarding it was Deawen who figited and was nervous about the deep running water. SHe hated water a fear that was hard to control as they passed over the water silently she had her eyes shut most of the time waiting for something to happen so she could turn her attention to that and not her fear of the water. She kept her hands under her cloak because they shook like leaves in the wind she cursed her fear and tried to calm herself by thinking of all the past victories for her.

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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

Rhavaniel smirked, and strung a long black arrow to her bow.
The wood was warm to the touch, and thin. The feathers were dark green and black, and made no sound as they kept the arrow level as it soared straight through the first guards neck.
It lodged deeply, and blood began to seep out of the wound as he slumped to the floor, eyes upturned. The arrows metall head glinted dimly.
His partner fell seconds later, having taken its twin through the heart.
They lay there silently while the boats neared.
Rhavaniel stood at the helm, her body as taught as her bowstring had been moments before. Her mind longed for the hot beverage that wasted away intothe soil and the cracks in the old paving of Osgiliaths road/dock.
She leant forward animal like, waiting for that freeing moment when the boats ran aground, and she could leap off and catch her meal.
When she turned backwards, she caught sight of Deawen, shivering as if it was midwinter.
Xoroku stood close by her. They all stood close on the raft, sharing the adrenaline that ran through their veins.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Deawen perked up at the first arrow she opened her eyes and focused in the dark night on the land her heart leaped and no longer did she shake in fact she was almost clawing her saddle with anxiety. Bredol tossed his head and Aernel licked her lips in intisapation.

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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

Saerwen left her mount on the other side of the river. What need was there in a world of stone for a beast as fine as hers? In addition, she felt that any sort of animal would greatly increase the chance for being given away. She was greatly annoyed that Deawen would risk it. She pushed her cloak behind her shoulders and rested one hand on her sword, the other on her dagger. She savored the sound of the arrow into the sentry. It was a conflicting thought she would soon be fighting the allies of her own people. She had to remind herself of her alienation and banishment, kindling a flame of revenge.

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