Deawen frowned in the saddle " you must have heard my scream when I was shot with that cursed bolt" she said with a wave of her hand
"there is not way she can hear me without the gift" she thought to herself

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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

*Gandalf looked around at the preparations, and leaned down to Sen.*
I think it is time for us to leave. The day grows near where we must be in place.
*Sen nodded, and turned to the Storm, encompasing the Phantoms as well.*
It is time to move out, friends and allies. We go Southwest; follow the banners.
*Three Storm, banners bearing the symbols of the Storm, of Athenar, and of Sen himself, ran to the front of the group of Storm, and they all began to move out, Gandalf falling into step beside Sen, who had mounted Flarenath.*

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

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Deawen signlaed for the phantoms to ride seventy banners dotted the colums. She sighed and rode next to Morwen. Drad and Eston rode behind after them was the horsemen. the herd followed stirring up the snow the catapults lagged behind.

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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

As they wrode, Morwen pursued the subject, "No, It was like I could hear what Argo was saying, and what you answered back." She thought back and tried to remember every detail: "The wind was in the northeast, a cloud was heading towards the moon, Breda was getting cold and shivering, and I was fingering the ring on my first finger..." She took off the ring and examined it. "It's the ring Galadriel gave me."

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

" hmm that is strange" Deawen said still doubious she looked at the ring carefuly " it looks like an ordinary elven ring to me" she said as Parmatur rode nearby " do you know how to work it? I mean does it seem to pick up conversations or thoughts?" she asked mulling it around her mind.

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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

"It was a strange combination of both. I could hear what Argo was saying, and what you were thinking, as well as what you were saying." She handed the ring to Parmatur. He looked first at the ring, then at Morwen, then at Deawen. "This is a noble gift. It senses the connection between people and, depending on its strength, can open a channel of communication," he explained, handing the ring back to Morwen. "It can latch on to anything inseperable from the other person. I think," he lifted Deawen's medallion, "This might be the peice."

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

Deawen didn't like Parmatur touching her medallion and being so close but she didn't say anything. " My medallion is my connection to Lord Sen, " she didn't say how it was made that she was told never to tell anyone. " Which means Sen can communicate with me and I to Morwen? Now my question is Can morwen Speak back to me?" Had Deawen been a normal girl she would have shied away from the ring.

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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

"This is a highly enchanted peice, is it not? I believe that this amount of magic attracted the connection to it, regardless what it is. Had you been wearing a very powerful ring, it would have connected to the ring instead," explained Parmatur. "I believe she could communicate back."

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

Deawen looked thoughtful almost alittle wary of the ring " I suggest this doesn't leave the three of us yes?" she asked " tidings like that would bring trouble " she sighed and looked ahead " I hate this dreaded cold, I am so tired I can't see straight" she commented

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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

"Yes, especially if I am already a marked target," said Morwen with a curt nod. "Too bad I'm not like Eohric. He can fall asleep in the saddle- and not fall off." She had not really though of him for several weeks, and thinking of him now brought a pang of worry and guilt to her stomach. She pulled her chosen standard from the ground where it had been resting and rested it on her foot. "This is the first time I will have fought under a banner that is not Rohirric."

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

Deawen laughed " don't feel bad I can't sleep in the saddle either I can sleep in a tree but not a saddle"
she pulled her cloak about her snuggling into the warmth she fell silent and concentrated on the crunch of the snow beneath her horses feet. he gaze wandered over the land of white she snorted with dislike
"What I would give to be crossing a desert right now" she remarked

(Hey sen why don't we just jump ahead to wear we plan to make our stand not quite the battle but the day before maybe?)

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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

(Sure... THREE DAYS LATER... (in a big announcer voice) Oh yes, and this is somewhere on the northern boundaries of Mordor.)

*Sen held up his hand to halt the column of troops. The others riding with watched, as he pointed to a gap in the ridge that they had been following for the last day.*
There is where we shall make our stand. It will take weeks for Maleon to go around when it would take merely days for him to move through this pass. Deawen, have the Phantoms set up their camp in the shadow of the mountains, if you please; the Storm will do the same. I do not want Maleon to see our camp and be warned, before the time comes where it is too late.
*Sen looked up at the cliffs, imposing and impenetrable save for the small opening leading through the ridge of mountains. He could only hope that Sauron had not detected them; they would have a hard enough fight without being charged in the rear.*

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

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(hahaha 300 copy cat!)
The Journey For Deawen wasn't pleasant se continued to cough up a bloody mixture from her lung puncture. she didn't show any signs of being ill or sick but she felt a opposing sense of dread. upon arriving to their destination she felt alittle better though she constantly had a fear of being followed.
Deawen nodded and rode off with the Phantoms to the shadow of a mountain. no fires were lit not even Braziers. it was a dreary day, Deawen hardly left her tent the Phantoms still were cheery but they sensed the urgency of silence.
Deawen paced her tent bored and cold, Eston sat in chair napping as Drad sat relaxed watching Deawen pace a rutt into the dirt " if you are not careful Deawen you'll cut a rut all the way to the fires below" he commented Deawen threw him a glare " atleast it will be warmer" she growled. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched and followed...Aernel sat in a nest of furs watching her mistress, Deawen glanced down at the dog as she wagged her tail in responce. A shout near the edge of the tent Made Deawen and Aernel jump Aernel hackles stood on end making her seem twice as big. Drad and Eston looked outside the tent, they stiffened and went outside in a hurry curiousity won over Deawen she followed them and stopped Dead in her tracks... Before her stood three men all with sandy hair and green eyes, they were not cloaked and seemed to care little of the cold. Drad was the first to speak " who are you?" he asked Eston instinctivly moved in Front of Deawen. Deawen was speakless she couldn't move, the tallest of the men looked at Drad with a kind smile and glance " I am Laim, a shang Dragon, we are here to Defend the Elsent in the coming Battle " he answered his voice was deep but light. Deawen Knew the Shang Dragons the personal body guard of the Elsents bound by blood and oath it could never be broken. All Deawen could do was turn around and go back into the tent. Drad and Eston stood for a moment watching the shang Dragons closely but felt no threat and followed Deawen.

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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 rode with Deawen, holding her banner lightly. The day was completely still, just like the spirits of the men around her. When they arrived in the shadow of the mountain and set up camp, she decided to dig a hole inside her tent. Surely, if Mordor housed the mountain of fire, the ground could offer some heat. She dug carefully, not sure of what the soil might yeild. She found a few rusty chunks of ore before she found the jackpot: a steam vent. She set a blanket over the hole to try and keep some of the water out of her tent, and sat in her lambskin coat, shivering, until the tent was warm. She decided to go invite some of the commanders to her tent to warm themselves.

She arrived in Deawen's tent to find three strange men, along with Deawen, Eston, and Drad. Giving her a confused look, she simply said, "I found something warm."

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I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

"do you know them?" Drad asked Deawen in a whisper. Deawen nodded she hadn't really taken her eyes off the Shang Dragons " I know it's pointless to try and refuse your help for two reason your bond and our need of help, so you are welcome to stay "
Liam bowed deeply " you are wise even if you are young and foolish" He said teasingly
Deawen looked up as Morwen entered, " I would love to join you Morwen I really would but...reports are waiting and I think i have put them off long enough, I am sure some fo teh otherofficers would gladly join you"
Deawen made an excuse for the reall reason she would not go near the vents...steam is water.

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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

*Sen was busy with the Storm, giving orders and arranging the formations for when the battle was to be joined. After Raelun had handed him the roster and movement plans, he set off to go find Deawen, and synchronize their movements. He had seen Deawen's catapults, and they would be very useful placed up on the ridges. As he drew into her camp, he saw three strange men, all speaking with Deawen and the others. He stood quietly by, as he waited for them to finish.*

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

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