[Rose Cotton]

ooc::HI EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You think you made the story long enough. It took me all day to read it. Pio!!! How could you go and die like that! Other then that I think you've all composed a really cool story. And I thought Frodo and Sam had it bad. I've skimmed over alot so if I get anything wrong tell me.::

Rose woke up from a troubled sleep. She rolled over in her less then satisfactory bed and stared at the dark celing. She was thinking about her dream. It had been one she had had before. People sitting in a circle. They all stared at somthing small and golden...that was all she could remember. Rose knew it was one of the memories she had loss the night of Child's dream. When Rose had first told Child about the dreams her friend had been very worried. Even if they were just in dreams, memories of the future could endanger them. However, Rose did nothing to hinder the dreams. She could stand the risk for glimpses of parts of herself. Child didn't know but Rose hated the loss of her memory and it along with the death of Pio had changed her alot. She made a solom promise to herself that she would hold onto what ever memories she had. Everyday whether she was working in the fields or carring for toddlers that she went over everything she remembered. Examined in her mind each of her friends faces and lisened to the echos of thier words. Dispite this she felt like she was always missing somthing. Somtimes at night she would wake up and start to franticly search her suroundings before relizing she wasn't going to find her lost part that way. During the day she usually took her wrath out on those around her especially Lindo.
For some reason she had decided to critizise the hobbit at any possible moment. Though one day Rose found that she enjoyed Lindo's company alot and her critisisms was her strange way of being his friend.
She had even more trouble with her adopted name. Most of the time she had trouble responding to it and when she did a feeling of anger welled up inside her. It wasn't that she didn't like the name Azra it was just that she felt the loss of her true name was another attempt to stript her of what little she had. Her lost memory also had effect on the children she was in charge of. She would force those who could to remember the good days of thier city and to tell those that could not remember. Her children nomally cried in thier sleep more then the others because of this. But Rose new that they had to remember.

After a few months her old spirit started to take for once again. She wanted to do somthing. Take action. Get alittle mischief into a place where no one dared toe the line more then nessisary. So she was often tucked away in a room writing down plans of escape even if they were totally impossible and imediatly destroying them so the orcs would not find out. She hoped this way she'd find a plan that would work. And then she could make better use of herself.