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Post by The Witch King on Feb 11, 2003 10:04:44 GMT
*Rolls his eyes and groans*
Not another wannabe princess..
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Post by Elidor on Feb 11, 2003 10:18:25 GMT
Hey! What kind of remark is that. It is a fact that I am a princess, except that now there's a word 'dead' added in front in my card.
j/k
Anyway, the dead should be immortal. The stupid card maker went and changed the word immortal to dead in my form.
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Post by Melian on Feb 11, 2003 14:37:54 GMT
what do u meen by that. i am/was a princess, till i was kidnaped. and to tell u the truth i prefer mordor to having to rule.
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Post by Shale on Feb 11, 2003 14:43:11 GMT
Your Grace, m'ladies.
Bowing curtly to the strange group, the Haradrim lowers his hood.
I offer apologies on behalf of the council. They are... held up with some last-minute work. A few Mumakil seem to have been taken ill.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 11, 2003 18:10:54 GMT
Ahh...welcome.
*Gets up from the table and crosses to the new arrival shaking hands firmly. He listens to the apology from the Haradrim studying him carefully.*
Good, good.....more food for the rest of us.
*he gestures towards the table*
Take a seat. Dinner will be served shortly.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 11, 2003 22:16:33 GMT
Legolas re-enters the kitchen, still weary but hardly showing it. He bows his head to the Witch King and the others, a twitch in his lip the only sign of discomfort. The prince smiles at the company and faces WK again.
Good evening Witch King. Please forgive me on my late arrival, I was distracted...
He trails off, and remains silent in the doorway, figuring that screaming in the dungeon is probably nothing to be alarmed about and instead shrugs it off, nodding again.
...and i apologize.
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Post by Elidor on Feb 12, 2003 4:22:02 GMT
*pleased to see that the wk has invited such a sensible elf with nice manners*
Yes...welcome
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 12, 2003 6:57:24 GMT
Be seated Legolas
The rabbit is getting cold.
*Takes his seat at the head of the table and pours out a goblet of wine from a large black jug. Places it in the centre of the table for the others to help themselves.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 12, 2003 7:13:13 GMT
Legolas smiles and nods to Elidor and WK. He heads toward the table and scans the available seats. He is careful not to sit at the head: a position of honor. The prince bows his head slightly as he passes and takes a seat silently.
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Post by Shale on Feb 12, 2003 10:38:00 GMT
His eyebrows narrow upon the sight of the Elf prince, but he says nothing. Sullenly, he takes a seat across the table.
Rabbit. Interesting.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 12, 2003 11:16:24 GMT
I shot them myself this morning *coughs*
*glances up at Legolas then back to his plate, cutting the rabbit into strips.*
We prefer to catch our own food here rather then waste good money buying it in.
*He looksa round the room nervously hoping he hasn't left any reciepts lying around.*
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Post by Melian on Feb 12, 2003 14:19:39 GMT
*mel poors 2 more bowls of stew, sets one in front of shale and one infront of legolas with a smal curtsy*
here u are. would anyone like more stew?
*mel asks as she walks tward the stove agen*
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Post by Shale on Feb 12, 2003 18:46:21 GMT
Nice serving-girl you've got. Very... automatic.
Well, the rabbits look... cooked. And what's that swimming in the stew?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 12, 2003 19:56:49 GMT
The prince notices Shale's look but chooses to ignore it. The corners of his lips turn into a small grin at WK's claim and he nods earnestly at his comment.
It is rather a waste to purchase food when it wanders so freely about.
Legolas thanks Mel for the stew and eats quietly, uncaring of the eyes glaring at him from across the table. Since Witch King looks unwilling or unable to try and answer Shale's question, he takes it upon himself to explain.
They are vegetables to make the soup more hearty a meal.
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Post by Shale on Feb 12, 2003 20:25:38 GMT
A look of disgust passes his features quickly, but he manages to keep his mouth shut on the matter.
That's very enlightening, thank you very much. We don't have much vegetables where I come from.
Satisfied with his own polite but not over-friendly reply, he looks down and starts sloshing the stew around, smiling slightly to himself. In usual cases, this little expression would have caused some disorientation, but he was sure that Elves and Ringwraiths were different from cowardly Orcs and silly Hobbits.
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