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Post by Zulu on Feb 4, 2003 8:11:50 GMT
Niv lets out a little whimper and holds her forehead I feel faint... glancing around the medow she shakes her head, her lips trembling in a pout His Lordship must have been out of his mind
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 4, 2003 8:19:55 GMT
Just...
*tries to keep the impatience from his voice*
Go and make some more tea..
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Post by Zulu on Feb 4, 2003 8:26:10 GMT
Niv's eyes snap as she looks up at him, her voice slipping into a ghetto "Oh no you didnt" speed and tone, her hands on her hips she stands in front of him waving her finger like a weapon Oh I know you did not just tell me to go make you more tea. Excuse you who the hell do you think you are talking to, you are the hired help and you will not be speaking to me like that thank you very much ummkaaaay. So you best just step off.
{{;D, you know... I used to talk like that}}
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 4, 2003 8:38:01 GMT
*Laughs loudly with embarassement at being spoken to by an elf in that manner, in front of his orc colleages. Looks around to see who's listening.*
Suddenly and without warning grabs the elf, clamping a hand over her mouth and drags her backwards towards the apple shed.*
Somebody pass me some rope!
*Struggles to hold onto her as she kicks and squeals*
And some tape!
I don't want to hear her blasted irritating Elf voice again!
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Post by Zulu on Feb 4, 2003 8:49:05 GMT
Niv squirms a way, trying to knock him over, stumbles and lands on top of him, biting his hand, when he pulls it away she spits and makes a face What a nasty flavor as he bellows at her to get off she sits on his chest and covers his mouth with her hand, noting that hes stopped squirming stop screaming or I will have 20 of the best marksmen you've ever seen out here in seconds, checking to be sure no one is comming she scowls down at him being tied up isn't fun, unless its in the right context, now when i move my hand you will tell everyone it was a flase alarm, unless you want me to get my brothers, cousins, Uncles and father out here faster then an Elf on bad berries, and tell them you are a fraud. Niv smiles sweetly down at him fluttering her eyelashes
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 4, 2003 14:25:17 GMT
*Alan yelped as he landed on a shovel someone had carelessly left lying around. The blasted elf was stronger then he had bargained for. In fact they were surprisingly strong for such feeble looking, simpering creatures.
As she talked and talked at him he could feel anger rising inside him. He was angry at this interfering troublesome Elf who was seriously threatening his chances of getting his hands on some serious cash.
He was also mad at the cowardice attitude of his fellow Orcs who did nothing to help him in his awkward prediciment.
He glared back at Nivea realising she needed to be got rid of. She was threatening to bring in Elven reinforcements, it would scupper their plans completely. He had planned to lock her in the shed until the work was finished. She would have a plentiful supply of apples and cider to keep her going until they were done but now, after her outburst, that seemed to good for her.
Alan grinned as an idea came to him. he had thought of the perfect place for her - under the patio they were about to lay.
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Post by Zulu on Feb 4, 2003 23:10:20 GMT
Niv looks down at him, his eyes cold and stoney, she wonders if maybe *possibly* shes pushed even her limit, chastising herself she quickly scans the area, no ones near, but theres no way she could out run him, not even to get to her horse, at the first sign of disturbance the orcs would have her by the throat, glacing down at him again, her heart thrundering in her ears as she notices his sneer
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 5, 2003 13:50:13 GMT
Huzgol spits at the petunias and stomps on them. She hated gardening! A complete waste of time...
Huzgol looks at the elf talking to Alan. Stupid flirting! Orcs don't need romance! she thinks to herself, continuing to spit and stomp on the petunias...
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 5, 2003 14:04:09 GMT
IN THE NAME OF SAURON SOMEONE BRING ME SOME ROPE!!  *Alan bawled across the orchard to the other orcs who seemed to have nothing better to do then snigger. Now he'd really lost his temper and if the other orcs didn't hurry up and help him they'd be joining the elf under the patio.* |
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 5, 2003 14:56:49 GMT
"Rope! I'll get you rope if it's the last thing I do. Gimbathul!" Huzgol swears to herself, and goes into the orc wagon to pull out the rope.
She rumages through the mess (orcs don't get room service from Sauron's local accomodation) and finds the rope.
Now how do I make this more interesting... She thinks to herself. That's it! She snaps her bony fingers with broken nails and grabs the bottle of oil fuel next to her. She soaks the roap in it, then goes outside and hands it to Alan.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 5, 2003 16:56:10 GMT
Thanks Huz
*Flips Nivea onto her back and starts wrapping the rope around her wrists. He realises his hands are covered in oil so he wipes them on the elf's dress.*
Did you want to set fire to her as well Huz?
What a good idea. I wish I'd thought of that.
We could have a nice Elf barbecue to celebrate the completion of the garden.
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 5, 2003 18:28:22 GMT
*Over at the rose garden.... Wipes his forehead and looks around. Of course none of his colleagues were to be seen when he needed them. Hopefully Goaty wasn't stuffed already. On his way to the greenhouse he sees some of his comrades playing with an elf. Smells the oil and steps closer* Hey, this looks like fun!
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Post by Zulu on Feb 5, 2003 18:31:25 GMT
Niv glares, kicking Alan in the stomach, rolling on to her back she looks up at him You wont get away with this. They will come looking for me, and what's more sespsious then Ocrs in Rivendell, Lord Elfears wont be pleased youve maimed his kin. She holds her head high not caring about either of their reactions They'll know its you and my murder wont go unavenged. she levels her gaze with his, a sneer in her voice and dont think I wont haunt you for the rest of eternity. Elven ghosts are impossible to get rid of
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 5, 2003 19:00:02 GMT
*Alan stops in his tracks. A cold shiver running down his spine at the thought of an Elf following him around forever. he finishes tying her hands and sits up, scratching his head.*
What are we going to do with her lads?
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 6, 2003 9:21:01 GMT
Huzgol smiles evily, showing rotting pointy teeth which badly need braces. She begins to clap her hands and stomp her feet, screaming, "LUNCHTIME! LUNCHTIME! LUNCHTIME!" Obviously encouraging all of the other orcs to join in.
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