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Post by Zulu on Jan 29, 2003 20:21:27 GMT
giving him a distasteful look, feeling slightly uncomfortable under his gaze, knowing that look all to well, mutters softly "in your dreams buddy" That depends. Tell me what youre doing here and Ill see what I can do.
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Post by The Witch King on Jan 29, 2003 20:30:54 GMT
We have been sent here at the request of Lord Elfears to give Lord Elronds gardens a make over.
*moves towards her and pats her horse gingerly on it's neck. It immediatly starts to back away.*
But you can't tell anyone...
*Gives her an ominous look*
It's a surprise you see..
*His expresion lightens and he gives her a wink*
Now, about that tea..
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Post by Zulu on Jan 29, 2003 20:34:42 GMT
Watching her horse back away from him she fights a snicker, though her stomach flips as he moves closer to her Well I supose since you're being so helpful, I could go find... something. Niviel winces as a handful of orcs start cutting down the tall shubs
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Post by Imrel on Jan 30, 2003 0:09:27 GMT
*Finally finding his pitchfork, Zag goes over to help Huzgol "rearrange" the flower bed. He manages to lose his tool in among the heap of soil and tattered petals within a matter of seconds, and sets about rooting through the mess, trying to locate it.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Jan 30, 2003 13:15:06 GMT
Huzgol gives Niviel the elf a very nasty stare. What is she doing here, messing up my Lord's orders? the orc thinks, noticing that Zag has come over and lost his pitchfork.
"What's your problem?" she growls at the 'blind' orc, then pulls out one of the petunias. Getting poor food ratios from Sauron all year long, Huzgol takes a bite of the plant, then gags; starting to choke. THOSE FLOWERS WERE DISGUSTING!
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 30, 2003 16:05:02 GMT
*Dûlgburz gives the rose garden a long and thoughtful look although the pink colors hurt his eyes. Feels inspiration coming* Yeah, a large area of nice black earth, a pavillion with poison ivy and grey ash to mark paths, stones from Mount Doom to....*Takes his spade and starts working*
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Post by Grubhosh on Jan 30, 2003 21:27:37 GMT
rolls her eyes at Huz didn't she know not to try and eat strange plants? maybe if they went home via goblin town Grubby could find some nice tasty mushrooms for her to eat
I don't think the elves grow 'em for eating
Grubhosh observed solemly leaning on her pickaxe, though she was unsure why the petunias were there
so what look are we going for here? have any of you been to isengard? you should see what Saruman's done to the place, we could take our inspiration from that...
she looked over at Alan and quickly added
.. of course I haven't been there myself, and Isengard's just and imitation of Lugburz now.
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Post by Imrel on Jan 30, 2003 22:01:42 GMT
Beats me what we're gonna do with this mess... I guess we was gonna get all these frilly pansies moved out first.
*Straightens up from his search, pondering.*
I en't been to Isengard meself, but it's meant to have a dramatic tall-towers-with-pointy-rooves theme, innit? Mebbe we could flatten all this patch out and cover it over with stone slabs or summing... Or a pointy topped gazebo.
*Snickers and sits down on the soil heap. Lets out a yelp of pain and leaps up again, finally discovering where his pitchfork got to.*
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Post by Grubhosh on Jan 30, 2003 22:26:53 GMT
Grubby bursts out laughing at the annoyed orc rubbing his backside and cursing. He's squealed like a stuck pig. She finialy manages to compose herself
Pointy topped gazebo sounds nice..
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Jan 31, 2003 17:16:32 GMT
Huzgol thinks over the ideas of her fellow orcs, then decides that they are right.
"Of course! Isengard is the heart of architectural fashion!" she says, always being up to the latest on the International Orc Fashion Society (I.O.F.S.). "The towers, the pure dirt streaked with poisonous fumes, it's just amazing!"
She picks up a petunia and spits at it, simply disgusted. "Elves have no idea about the diets of Orcs either!" she grumbles...
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 1, 2003 9:12:50 GMT
*Unable to find a large axe goes off in search of one. Finds a small outbuilding not far from the orchard. Inside is a hoard of apples. Picks one up and bites into it finding it sweet and crisp and shoves some more in his pockets for later. Turning around he notices crate upon crate of bottles. I closer examination reveals they're full of cider. A slow grin spreads across his face.*
Elrond will never drink all this..
*Picks up a crate and carries it out.*
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Post by Elidor on Feb 3, 2003 10:02:16 GMT
*hears a clashing sound of iron coming from the distance*
That must be them. Hurry up weaklings! The Witch King is expecting all these tools. *Swung a long metal pole at an orc who is busy talking away* Stop jabbering and walk before I have you chopped up and fed to the Witch King's Winged Beast.
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 3, 2003 21:03:20 GMT
Grubby sucks her teeth thoughtfully.
So we'll get all this turf up and put a gazebo over there
she waves a scrawny arm in the direction of a rose bush
That way you get a nice view down the valley
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Post by Zulu on Feb 3, 2003 21:15:46 GMT
Niviel lets out a horrified gasp as she makes her way back to Alan, carrying a large tray of tea, her eyes move over the landscape, a look of horror on her delicate features, she loses her grip on the tray sending it crashing to the ground what have you done?
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 4, 2003 7:19:28 GMT
*Rolls his eyes at her and bites back a cutting remark.*
It's not finished yet.
Obviously it's going to look a little...er.. messy to start with.
*Winces as Grubby rips up the turf and hastily moves to stand in front of the Elf blocking her view of proceedings.*
Don't worry. By the time we're finished you won't recognise the place.
*Gives her a big smile. The sweetest most innocent one he could muster.*
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