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Post by The Witch King on Feb 5, 2003 19:12:12 GMT
Hello Rhiannon.
Please do.
I am surrounded by elves and it grows exceedingly tiresome.
*Finishes off his drink*
I'm hoping to completely drain the Elf kings cellars
*grins mischeiviously*
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Post by Zulu on Feb 5, 2003 19:23:22 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo looks up at him and laughs:: You cant hold your liquor well enough to do that Witchy. Remember what happend the last time you over did it.[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 5, 2003 19:36:37 GMT
No.
Obviously I don't remember.
*Eats the last strawberry*
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Post by Zulu on Feb 5, 2003 19:39:32 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Smirks at him and rests her chin in her hand, wiggling her nose at him:: You confessed your undying love for my cute and perfect nose.[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 5, 2003 19:41:45 GMT
*Looks at her puzzled*
I think you're confusing me with some other drunken wraith you know.
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Post by Zulu on Feb 5, 2003 19:48:35 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo smiles and looks down at her wine:: I dont know any other drunken Wraiths. I rather liked the idea of you thinking my nose was perfect.[/glow]
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Fox Birch
Pizbur (Sergeant)
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Post by Fox Birch on Feb 5, 2003 21:21:44 GMT
[glow=darkgreen,2,300]*she blushes furiously and kisses legolas' cheek* the pleasure was all mine... *she smiles and hops over to the table, taking the last strawberry and popping it in her mouth, unnoticing of the wk's gropped jaw; she sits near them and smiles contentedly as she arranges a plate for herself*[/glow]
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 6, 2003 4:30:04 GMT
Legolas brings a bottle of wine and two glasses and sits across from Fox, smiling.
Care for a drink?
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 6, 2003 7:36:21 GMT
*Wk bit his tongue and counted slowly from Ash to Gal. His mood ever darkening. He had been about to yell at the thieving Elf maiden, but the presence of Legolas stopped him. He knew better then to pick a fight with one of the best archers in Middle Earth. Instead he picked up a handful of twiglets and crunched them angrily.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 6, 2003 17:36:13 GMT
I'm hoping to completely drain the Elf kings cellars *grins mischeiviously* I'd gladly offer my help for the success of this mission ;D *Selects a bottle and fills her glass* Cheers, noble King of Angmar |
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 6, 2003 19:08:39 GMT
*Raises his glass to the ranger*
Cheers Rhiannon.
*he smiled to himself in a smug, self satisfied way as he realised that Rhia had picked up a bottle of the cheaper and vastly inferior 'Mirkwood mist', leaving him the splendid 'Thranduils finest'.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 6, 2003 21:52:11 GMT
*Savours the first sip, then swallows with a wrinkled nose. Somehow she remembered 'Thranduils Finest' to have a much more pleasent taste. Takes a closer look at the labels. They look wrong, somehow. Probes a little with a fingernail. They seem to come off far too easily. As if someone had...? Casually takes a bottle with a ripped label saying 'Mirkwood Mist' and another glass. Tastes the wine and grins widely. This was far better....* Cheers again, my friend ;D
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Fox Birch
Pizbur (Sergeant)
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Post by Fox Birch on Feb 7, 2003 6:20:33 GMT
Legolas brings a bottle of wine and two glasses and sits across from Fox, smiling.Care for a drink? [glow=darkgreen,2,300]*fox smiles warmly and nods* thank you dear prince... i am most grateful.. would you care for some food?[/glow] |
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 7, 2003 7:13:11 GMT
*Forces a smile. clearly disappointed*
Cheers..
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 7:21:13 GMT
Legolas smiles warmly and nods.
Very much, thank you Fox.
He pours the wine, glancing at Fox as she sets the plate between them to share. He smiles as she tosses a stray lock of blond hair from her face, leaning back elegantly... taking a glass, she smiles sweetly at him, causing his cheeks to flush ever-so-slightly.
He clears his throat and pours his own wine. The prince raises his glass, thinking of a good toast.
To...
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