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Post by The Witch King on Dec 26, 2002 21:30:52 GMT
*A slow smile spreads across his face as he takes in Grubby's words. He starts to chuckle and chokes on a twiglet, grabbing a glass of mulled wine and downing it. Looks at Grubby again and bursts out laughing, descending into uncontrollable fits of laughter that leave him doubled up and gasping for air. Holds on to a chair for support, trying to catch his breath, shaking his head.*
Oh Grubby, you really are hilarious!
*wipes his eyes*
That's the funniest thing I've heard all night.
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Post by Imrel on Dec 27, 2002 0:19:34 GMT
*Smiles a little into her goblet of mulled wine.*
Good on you, Grubby...
*Puts down her drink and gets up.*
I hope we're all in a better mood now... 'Scuse me, I'm going to see if the cooks need any help with the pudding.
*Pushes in her chair then disappears into the kitchen.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 27, 2002 12:23:13 GMT
Éowyn overhears Grubby's comment and can't help but agree.
She gets up and goes to Grubby, than whispers, "Try washing the dishes for him on New Year's, he may give you a monthly raise for it."
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Post by Grubhosh on Dec 27, 2002 15:13:36 GMT
Grubby sighed. It was at least worth a try
M'lord isn't it time for that soap ya like the one with all the elves?
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Post by Aamaal on Dec 27, 2002 20:18:22 GMT
*A heavy knocking comes from the large door as Áre stands behind the door waiting to be let it. She starts to open it but remebers this is not her home and not wanting to be rude she calmly bundles her hood around her ears a little more and waits in the snow which seems to be getting worse.*
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 27, 2002 22:01:33 GMT
*Is chomping on a chicken leg when he hears a knocking and looks up*
Someone get the door..
And if it's anyone selling stuff tell them I'm not in.
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Post by Shale on Dec 27, 2002 23:18:40 GMT
*Eyes the Elf as he passes her in the blizzard and pushes open the door...*
Seeing that it's snowing so hard, you might as well come in with me. The worst that could happen is that you'll get blasted unconscious by the Ringwraiths.
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Post by Aamaal on Dec 28, 2002 5:23:57 GMT
*Giggles a little.*
Umm.. Your kidding right?
*Walks in the door way a little and looks around slightly worried*
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Elessar
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Post by Elessar on Dec 28, 2002 9:28:21 GMT
*See's the distant glow of lights through the snow and catches the faint sound of laughter and merriment on the wind. Ahead of him is a mysterious dark skinned figure, cloaked in black. Their face partially obscured. And with them an Elf maiden.
Elessar follows them through the door to the Mirkwood Hall, to join in the festive celebrations.*
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Post by Shale on Dec 28, 2002 11:55:56 GMT
Of course I'm not. What makes you think I am?
*Walks in, keeping his head low.*
There's no reason to be standing outside in the freezing cold when there's a perfectly good shelter.
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 28, 2002 12:31:33 GMT
*Turns around to see the new arrivals*
It must be closing time at the Prancing Pony..
*Pulls the large plate of turkey nearer and moves two bottles of mulled wine next to his plate.*
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Post by Aamaal on Dec 28, 2002 14:08:00 GMT
*Enters the hall all the way looking around at everyone all the food. She Looks from her
left to her right and back to the center. Then she Looks to Shale.*
I just meant that well.. Since this is MirkWood that well... The Wraiths wouldn’t hurt any
one here... Would they??
*Glances to the Witch King trying not to look too scared or be so obvious. *
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 28, 2002 15:20:17 GMT
Eowyn notices that company is coming and she stands up, pushes her chair in and goes to meet them.
"Greetings," she says, motioning for them to sit down. Eowyn then realises that she has never met either Aamaal or Shale, though she has met Elessar previously.
Eowyn pases the bottle of wine around and says, "I'm Eowyn, daughter of Eomund," hoping that she would find out more about the new companions...
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Post by Imrel on Dec 28, 2002 20:48:46 GMT
*Imrel reemerges from the kitchen, her hair now tied back in a lopsided bun, dusting off her hands.*
Well, the dessert will be a while yet, so-
*Turns around properly and sees the Elf maiden, the Haradrim and Elessar. Goes over to join them and Eowyn.*
Good evening.
*Smiles politely and nods to Elessar before turning to the two she doesn't recognize.*
My name is Imrel... May I ask what yours are?
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Post by Aamaal on Dec 28, 2002 22:12:23 GMT
*Bows her head in a quiet hello then smiles.*
Hello, I am Aamaal, Elve of Lothlorien. Nice to meet you Éowyn, Daughter of Eomund and Imrel. How are the two of you on this snowy evening?
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