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Post by Mahtan Anwamanë on Dec 8, 2003 3:19:24 GMT
[glow=yellow,2,300]*walks outside behind the crowd of people.*[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 8, 2003 7:49:44 GMT
As if!
*He gave her a disconcerted look and jabbed her in the ribs with his finger, uncomfortable at how close to the truth she was*
I shall have to invite you over for dinner one night if I have to prove myself to you.
*A faint smile twisted the corner of his mouth.*
Ah look a new arrival..
*Witchy saw they had a visitor and picked up a glass of Mordor wine, offering it to the elf.*
Greetings elf, would you care for some wine?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 8, 2003 19:32:54 GMT
*Walking up behind the Witch King, Legolas smiles mischieviously. His duties and travels had taken him far from his home yet again and he was excited to see his friends once more.
Gently tapping the being's shoulder, Legolas leans over slightly with a broad smile.*
Boo.
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 8, 2003 19:55:05 GMT
*Witchy spun round ready to yell at whoever was bothering him. His face lit up at the sight of the elf.*
Why! If it isn't the Prince of Mirkwood himself!
How is life treating you stranger?
*He clasped the elf to him and slapped him heartily on the back.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 8, 2003 20:05:35 GMT
*Laughing joyfully, he returns the embrace warmly, his pack almost weightless now in the reunion.*
It has been too long, my friend. I trust you have been behaving yourself in my absence... or was it misbehaving?
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Post by Aulus corthale on Dec 8, 2003 20:14:56 GMT
High in the three tops lurks a shadow. steelish blue eyes lurked down on the feast. a deep booming voiche yelled. "good evening your uglyness." down at the witch king he jumped to another three and laughed.
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Post by Luthien on Dec 8, 2003 20:24:41 GMT
*Luthien hurried into the clearing. She had caught the best of the fireworks from a high viewpoint on the hills but the night air was chill and she was looking forward to a warming glass of mulled wine. She smiled at the other guests as she walked towards the feasting tables. Her hair sparkled with jewels and her dark blue gown of finest velvet matched the colour of her eyes. Her step faltered as she witnessed the Lord of the Nazgul and the Prince of Mirkwood embracing each other. She smiled serenly and bowed her head to them in greeting.*
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 8, 2003 20:39:32 GMT
You know me Legolas! always a troublemaker!
*Witchy suddenly scowled, the laughter dropped from his face and he looked to the trees believing he heard a rude comment. With a flick of his finger he turned the tree to ice and turned nonchalently back to his guests.*
Please help yourself to some wine..
*He gestured to Legolas and Luthien.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 8, 2003 20:43:09 GMT
*Legolas chuckles and bows his head to Luthien, taking a seat next to the Witch King. He glances up at the tree with an inquisitive eyebrow, but says nothing of the Wraith's actions.*
Indeed, it is good to finally be back again. Tell me, what news of Middle Earth has escaped my ears during my journey?
*He pours a glass of wine as he speaks, handing it to Witch King and another to Luthien before pouring himself a glass.*
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 8, 2003 21:06:25 GMT
*Witchy took a seat and made a space for Elvenstar to join him. He took a large gulp of wine before answering.*
It's been strangely quiet here my friend.
No public orc beatings or hobbit bashing worth mentioning. We suspect the enemy may be massing an army or something...but perhaps we shouldn't speak of such things.
*He forced a smile and helped himself to a hot dog.*
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Post by Elven Star on Dec 8, 2003 21:18:18 GMT
*Elv took a seat beside Witch and frowned at him*
No, we surely should not speak of such things!
It is a celebration... only speak of happy things!
*She poked him in his side and smiled at him.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 9, 2003 6:39:14 GMT
*Legolas smiles and tries to reassure the party.*
I have not heard anything of the sort in my travels. I suspect we are in no immediate danger here. Tell me, what are these?
*He pokes at one of the hot dogs, half-expecting it to twitch.*
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 9, 2003 20:36:27 GMT
*He took hold of Elvenstar's hand and held it firmly, in an attempt to stop her from poking him again.*
They are hotdogs Legolas.
I would have thought one as well travelled as yourself would have encountered this fine dish before. Maybe they are a too much for the delicate stomach of an elf.
*He gave a rueful laugh, pushing the plate nearer to the prince.*
Try one and tell me what you think
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 10, 2003 0:07:50 GMT
*He nods, dtudying the items on the plate carefully.*
I admit I have never come across something quite like this before.
*He takes one from the plat and tries to decide how best to eat it. Biting off the end, he chews thoughtfully, swallowing with a grin.*
Why, Witch King! It is positively delightful! Whoeever would have thought of making such a thing?
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 10, 2003 0:40:44 GMT
*The Witch King returns with glasses of mulled Mordor red wine, balanced precariously on a tray. He moves slowly through the guests who are still admiring the fireworks and puts the tray down carefully on the solid oak trestle table that the orcs had dragged outside earlier. He sampled a glass himself and gave a satisfactory nod.* Come people, there is hot wine to be had! *Watches the last sparks die in the sky, then turns around to take a glass* Cheers, everybody! |
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