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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 8:08:25 GMT
The young prince stands, unsure of what is to come but certainly not in the position to object. He sits in the fourth chair awkwardly, only now touching the long cut on his neck. He frowns inwardly and decides it is nothing to worry about at the moment; instead, he focuses his keen sight on the figure before him, who seems to be looking for something. He raises an eyebrow and asks cooly,
Are you in need of assistance?
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 7, 2003 8:17:28 GMT
No!
Keep still!
*He snapped back, not turning round. His posture tense and agitated as he rummages through old scripts.*
I didn't...intend...to cut you..you know.
*He spits the words out, barely able to form them.
Finding what he was looking for he begins mixing powders together.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 8:27:14 GMT
He finds his lip twitching almost nervously at his tone when a sharp pain begins to sear through his neck and across his body. His hand goes instinctively over his neck and he presses against the cut tightly, his fingers curling against the burning sensation spreading to his chest. The prince lets out a low groan and slumps forward in his chair, his forehead meeting the cold arm of the chair in a high contrast of temperature, but hardly noticed for the agony tearing through his being.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 7, 2003 21:53:36 GMT
*Witch King mixed the powders franctically, noticing the decline in the Elf's well being.
The poison was taking effect..
He felt a twinge of fear creep up his spine. He cared not if the elf lived or died but he new the revenge for causing his death would be swift and terrible. The last thing he needed was an elven army descending on Minas Morgul, especially with guests visiting.
*He tipped the powder out into his hand, watching it smoke slightly, rubbing it between his fingers he moved towards the elf laying a cold hand on his neck, drawing out the heat.*
The poison has not gone to deep..
You will live..
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 22:00:21 GMT
He grits his teeth as the young prince feels a new sensation washing through him; not all pleasant. He keeps his forehead against the arm of the large, cold chair, his eyes closed as tightly as his jaw, the only sign of movement a feverish shivering in his being.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 7, 2003 22:10:38 GMT
*He keeps his hand over the wound until it is cold and all that remains is a thin black line.*
You may want your own people to take a look at that. It may still fester over time..
*He moves to the shelves, putting away the various jars he used before returning to the elf. He leans over, taking the elf's cloak in his fist, staring him in the eye. A faint swirl of Black breath in the air.*
No one shall know of this place.
You will not utter a single word from this day forth....
Understood?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 22:29:02 GMT
A soft groan escapes his lips at being pulled to his feet so abruptly by the cloak. The prince steadies himself and looks back at the Witch King evenly, his eyes brimmed with redness.
I understand. He places a pale hand over his chest and bows his head painfully, in both promise and gratitude You have my word.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 7, 2003 22:39:18 GMT
*Throws the hood over legolas's head once more and grabbing him roughly by the arm leads him from the chamber. Once in the maze of corridors he removes the hood and steps back*
You are free to go..
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 22:45:23 GMT
The tired prince looks back at the Witch King one more time before bowing again. Enjoy your meal, Witch King. Finds his way silently out of the chamber.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 7, 2003 22:56:06 GMT
Watches him go, untill he has disappeared around the corner out of sight, a hint of admiration in his expression.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 8, 2003 9:15:01 GMT
*He stood there for some time, battling with an inner struggle.
Legolas was an elf, which was a terrible, detestable thing, but he had acted with the utmost respect and seemed to pose no threat to the Ringwraiths at this time. His goodwill gesture of the rabbits couldn't have come at a better time..
Witch King still hesitated...what if it was a plan? To catch them off guard...It seemed unlikey. The elf appeared honourable enough.
He takes a deep breath and strides off down the corridor in search of the elf.*
Legolas!
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 9, 2003 21:27:33 GMT
Hearing the call, Legolas turns and follows the sound of the voice. "Perhaps he needs help?" he thinks. He walks briskly until he comes to a corridor containing the source of the call and he sighs with relief at seeing WK is in no immediate danger.
Yes, Witch King?
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 9, 2003 21:40:28 GMT
Um...
*Thinks before he speaks*
I don't think now is a good time to leave. Orc night duty has begun and guards are posted on every look out point. They tend to shoot first and ask questions later.
*Gives a nervous laugh*
Perhaps you should stay for dinner. As we have so much food now.......it would be a shame to waste it......*cough*...
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 9, 2003 21:48:14 GMT
The prince smiles despite his exhaustion and nods gratefully.
I would be honored to join you tonight.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 9, 2003 21:54:02 GMT
Good!
*Pats him on the shoulder, visibly pleased.*
Then we should make haste for the guests will be arriving shortly!
*hurries off down the corridor*
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