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Post by The Witch King on Apr 9, 2003 8:18:46 GMT
*The doors of the pony are flung open with terrific force making everyone in the inn jump. A rather bedraggled Witch King stands in the entrance, rain and wind howling in after him. He strides across the room with purpose, causing the barman to sink below the counter in fear. He recognised the signs that trouble was afoot and it wouldn't be the first time the wraiths had smashed up the place.
The Witch King made straight for an unsuspecting Grubby. He grabbed her collar and dragged her forcefully to her feet, shaking her awake.
You bring shame on your fellow orcs you dispicable creature!
*He glared at her, eyes bright with fury, his voice barely above a growl.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Apr 9, 2003 8:34:15 GMT
Legolas looks over at the door, standing to meet the Witch King and then utterly shocked at his purpose: dragging a sleeping Grubby to her feet and insulting her for no reason. He lets out a growl of sheer anger, surprising even himself when he takes a step forward and wrentches his hand--his friend's hand--from Grubby's collar. He holds his wrist firmly and looks WK in the eye, a confused and painful emotion staining his words.
Calm yourself! Why do you do this??
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 9, 2003 8:49:56 GMT
Do not question me!
*He'd dragged the orc so that she was now standing behind him.*
She's an orc, a minion of Sauron. She has a duty to her lord and work to finish!
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Apr 9, 2003 9:05:15 GMT
His eyes flash to Grubby, in question of her safety behind his friend... or who he had thought to be his friend.
Cleary furious, his voice drops dangerously low.
I do not think that there is any reason for even a "minion of sauron" to be deprived of rest and well-being. I do not know what work it is you speak of, but if you try and take her from here I swear Witch King that you will not make it to the door... or I will die defending it.
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 9, 2003 9:09:20 GMT
*The witch King gave a short laugh, highly amused by the elfs words.*
She's an orc!
You would risk your life for an orc?
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 9, 2003 9:17:40 GMT
*Looks up* Easy, boys. This has been such a nice and relaxing evening so far...
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Apr 9, 2003 9:21:41 GMT
The prince keeps the Witch King's wrist tightly held and his gaze firm; his answer escapes his lips with deliberate slowness.
Because she is a friend... as you once were.
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 9, 2003 9:32:36 GMT
*The Witch King wrenched his arm free and laughed bitterly in the face of the elf, aware the entire inn was now listening.*
Friends?..
*He said the word slowly through a sneer.*
I have no friends. I have never needed any friends. I learnt long ago to trust no one.
*He looked at legolas with disdain.*
And I would have thought you had more intelligence then to trust an orc.
*He shook Grubby again as though to reinforce his words.*
This twisted, grotesque creature is the lowest form of life on Middle Earth. She will lie and cheat to get her own way. The most you can expect from her is a cut throat!
*He began to move towards the doors, dragging the orc with him.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Apr 9, 2003 10:00:26 GMT
Hurt at his words, Legolas steps forward deliberately and draws his bow with almost inperceptible speed, swallowing hard.
Witch King. Release her now. I will shoot and I will stay true to my word. Heaven help me I will...
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 9, 2003 10:09:48 GMT
*The Witch King backs away to the door, grinning, daring the elf to try.*
Come on then, give it your best shot!
*He pulls Grubby in front of him as a shield.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Apr 9, 2003 10:22:45 GMT
The elven prince's eye narrow, disgusted that he would even try such a thing as using Grubby for a shield. Missing was not an option. He pulls back tightly, his bowstring taut and ready, a bitter grin twisting from within. He speaks slowly but clearly, controlled even in his panic... his fear of what might happen to the orc. His attempt to make Witch King release her is desperate but necessary.
Even now you fail to understand, Witch King, that I do not miss.
With that, he shoots with deadly accuracy, hitting the only exposed part of WK's torso: the left side of his chest and shoulder. He watches as his arrow meets its target, making the Witch King stagger back, if not from pain from the sheer strength of the blow.
Legolas runs forward to take Grubby.
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 9, 2003 10:24:31 GMT
*Gets up* Must be full moon tonight... This is between the two of you so let Grubby go and have your little duel on the other side of the door.
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 9, 2003 15:22:10 GMT
*Before everyone in the room the arrow shivelled and turned to dust leaving no mark, no trace of it's existence. The Witch King stood silently staring at legolas for what seemed like an age before nodding slowly to himself.*
Your arrows cannot hurt me elf, but the damage you have wrought today is grave and terrible.
*His voice was low and barely audible, shaken with anger and maybe something else.*
I suggest you leave while you still have time..
My other orcs are not so comprimising as this one.
*He put his back to the door opening it and dragged the orc outside.*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Apr 9, 2003 20:38:02 GMT
aulus looked up and saw the orc being draged out by the whitch king, he looked at legolas and wondered why he cared so mutch for her but chose to read his book.
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Post by Grubhosh on Apr 9, 2003 21:25:23 GMT
Grubby had been having a pleasant dream 'till she felt herself being pulled roughly to her feet and shaken. When she opened her eyes, to see the witch King staring at her, a paniced squeak rose unbidden to the back of her throat. She was still too groggy and frightened to make much sense of what was happening and why the witch king was shaking her like a rag doll. Legolas' voice brought her back to reality with a thud. Fully awake and glaring she tried to break free of the wraiths' grasp, but his hands gripped her like a vice, His every word stung her all the more so because they were true. Not for the first time she wished she'd never left the mountains.She saw Legolas shoot the witch King and the arrow disintergrate any colour that remained in her face vanished. The elfs' courage was admarable Grubby probalaly wouldn't have done the some for him. She finialy got over her terror and found her tounge as the Witch King dragged her out the door.
M'lord, what have I done?!
She cired over the sound of the wind and the stinging wind. There was no further use in struggling even if she had not left her knife in the pub it would have done no good.
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