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Post by The Witch King on Dec 18, 2002 7:49:01 GMT
That's cos you have no ears ;D
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Post by Jared on Dec 18, 2002 10:47:13 GMT
I suppose...
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Post by The Witch King on Jan 22, 2003 20:13:21 GMT
It's a wraith kettle - it doen't whistle it shrieks - like the voices of death..
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Post by Melian on Feb 6, 2003 14:47:30 GMT
*mel enters cairing a large tray of food*
here you are wk, you said u were having company so i brought over some of your favorit foods.
*a sad expression crosses her face*
do u mind if i stay here for a wile, im not quite as accepted in the elvin relm as i once was. . . *a tear trickles down her face* i guess im just too diffrent.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 6, 2003 15:00:40 GMT
*Snatches the tray off her, thinking it looked to good for his guests and starts helping himself to some chicken.*
Yes Elf, sit.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 2:10:12 GMT
Legolas walks cautiously into the kitchen chamber, a hand behind him as he finds his way to the Witch King's presence. He smiles at Mel and bows to the small company. As he straightens, he speaks calmly to the approaching figure that is WK.
Witch King, I was wondering if I might have a word...?
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 7, 2003 7:07:54 GMT
*Leaps up from the table and draws his sword in the blink of an eye. He slams the elf against the wall, holding his morgul blade against his throat, pressing the cold metal into the skin in no uncertain terms. He shrieks in rage, suddenly menacing and terrible.
It was not the first time an enemy had tried to gain access to him, concealing a weapon behind your back was the oldest trick in the book. He had not expected the Elf to show such naeivity.
One thing was certain the orcs on guard duty tonight were destined for winged beast food.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 7:13:22 GMT
Legolas swallows, the blade biting into his neck with the movement... and without. He looks evenly at the Witch King, not showing any sign of fear even as he is pinned between stone and steel. He brings his hand slowly out from behind him, holding a pair of large rabbits to his side. Thinking it would be further folly, he remains still so as not to provoke the Witch King even more.
I wished to bring you these for your promised rabbit stew, Witch King.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 7, 2003 7:28:04 GMT
*looks at the rabbits the Prince of Mirkwood is holding up.*
..Oh...
*let's the blade drop and awkwardly sheaths it.*
Well...
*There is a long pause as he struggles to find the right words. Unable to muster an apology he opts for blaming the Elf instead.*
You should know better then to creep around here.
This is no place for Elves...
*Takes the rabbits, stroking their soft pelts, noting how plump and juicy they are.*
Are they fresh?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 7:39:38 GMT
He smiles, noticing the Witch King's hesitation and groping for an apology. He bows his head apologetically instead, uncaring of the trail of blood trickling to the collar of his tunic.
I know. And I ask for you to forgive my rudeness; I only saw it necessary to deliver these as soon as I could so as not to leave your guests hungry. He glances at Mel and smiles, then looks back at the Witch King. And yes, they are fresh; I only caught them a half an hour ago. I came as quickly as I could.
He nods to the company. And if you'll excuse me, I've my own business to attend to tonight.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 7, 2003 7:57:11 GMT
Wait!
*Lunges at Legolas, grabbing him around the back of the neck, drags him by the hair down some steps off to the left. He pauses for a moment and calls back up the stairs.*
Melian!
Start cooking the rabbits!
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 8:03:31 GMT
The prince winces silently at the hand on his neck and in his hair. He manages to look at the Witch King even as he is being dragged down the stairs. He speaks to him in half curiosity and half alarm.
What?
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Post by Elidor on Feb 7, 2003 9:02:38 GMT
*Calls from the corridor outside the kitchen* Whatever that is smelling so nice, I want it all to myself!
*Sticks her head in and sensed the tension in the air* Erm...so what's up?
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Post by Jared on Feb 7, 2003 9:48:12 GMT
Do cooked elf princes taste good?
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Post by Elidor on Feb 7, 2003 12:30:32 GMT
Jared! I am shocked! How low of you to desire for such low-class food like elf meat!
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