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Post by The Witch King on Feb 1, 2003 7:53:48 GMT
Deep within the forests of Mirkwood something is taking place. It is the 1800 birthday of one of the Elf maidens and all of Mirkwood are gathered in a clearing to celebrate. The surrounding trees are lit with thousands of tiny lights and ribbons in various bright colours decorate the lower branches. The scene is illuminated by several large torches, stuck in the ground, they burn brightly against the night sky. A long table is laden with food and drink, displaying the finest goods from all over Middle Earth and the sound of lively music fills the woods as a band of Elven musicians begin to play.
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Post by Zulu on Feb 1, 2003 8:04:18 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo enters the clearing her eyes wide, her mouth in a small "o" of awe, her dark hair piled on her head, her soft white gown shimmering in the fire light, a slow smile falls on her lips as she stands in a happily stunned silence. [/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 1, 2003 8:04:30 GMT
*Drawn in by the smell of food The Witch King makes his way over to the feasting table and helps himself to a plate of chicken legs and a glass of red wine. The food is surprisingly good and he decides to stay and suffer the hideous Elven singing as he eats.*
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Post by Zulu on Feb 1, 2003 8:18:20 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo slips over to Witchy's table, leaning on the edge:: I thought being around Elves and our merriment made you ill.[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 1, 2003 8:35:05 GMT
*Looks up at the Elf and regards her for a moment before speaking.*
It does.
But I can tolerate it for short periods when the wine is this good.
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Post by Zulu on Feb 1, 2003 8:57:03 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Arching her eyebrow tilting her head:: So then you wont run if someone brings out the mistletoe?[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 1, 2003 9:21:43 GMT
*Chokes on his wine*
It's not Yule time anymore.
*Sets his drink down and glares at her, giving her a warning stare*
Mistletoe is out of season. So I do not consider myself in any danger.
Of course anyone foolish to try can expect a nasty case of frostbite... which can be most unpleasant.
*raises his glass to her*
Cheers anyway
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Post by Zulu on Feb 1, 2003 17:45:43 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo grins and tosses a bunch of the green and red plant at him:: I saved it just for you. [/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 1, 2003 18:32:50 GMT
*Catches it and flings it away as though it were red hot.*
Why are you tormenting me?
I'm sure there must be lots of rangers you could annoy instead.
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Post by Zulu on Feb 1, 2003 18:44:39 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::grins and wrinkles her nose:: Because silly. They aren't any fun. They enjoy my attention, well save one but hes a scary little troll. [/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 1, 2003 19:42:16 GMT
*Raises an eyebrow at her and helps himself to a handful of twiglets.*
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Post by Zulu on Feb 1, 2003 20:24:36 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo grins and takes the seat across from him:: See with other males Im in serious danger of running off my mouth and being thrown on my back and ravaged, you however dont have those urges. So Im safe.[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 1, 2003 23:03:42 GMT
*Gives her an icy stare*
You're safe in that respect, but in no other.
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Post by Zulu on Feb 1, 2003 23:09:34 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo gives him an innocent puppydog look:: But you should be nice to me, it is my birthday after all.[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 1, 2003 23:32:48 GMT
Fetch me some more wine and I'll think about it..
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