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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 19:00:34 GMT
*His attention went back to Elvenstar.*
Can I get you something to drink?
Wine, mead, punch, juice..take your pick.
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Post by Elven Star on Sept 1, 2003 19:11:44 GMT
Smiling Elv looks back at him.
Wine would be nice... So Witchy how have you been with out me around to add an elf touch to everything?
Her eyes carefully scanning the room and falling at last back to him
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 19:16:40 GMT
Ah...well
*He thought about the mess the Morgul chambers were in. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere. He didn't have time for that kind of thing. Jared had always been the cleanliness freak. He made a mental note not to let her anywhere near that particular area.*
It's been rather quiet without you actually..
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Post by Balin on Sept 1, 2003 19:21:01 GMT
I have been fairly good thank you.
Aulus my friend long time no see
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Post by Elven Star on Sept 1, 2003 19:52:21 GMT
Elv smiled and made a slight movement with her free hand.
So Im guessing it is a good thing I have returned.
Her eyes caught sight of a few orcs standing along the walls and she smiled.
So, Witchy about that wine?
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 19:55:47 GMT
Oh yes of course!
*Reluctantly he let go of her hand and sauntered off to get her a drink.*
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Post by Elven Star on Sept 1, 2003 19:59:35 GMT
Her hand slowly drops to her side with out much thought and she watched him walk away, suddenly feeling very alone she looked around the room.
I'll just be here...
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 1, 2003 20:00:33 GMT
Grubby walked in taking a qick glance around the hall, plenty of people she hadn't seen in a long while and even one or two she didn't really want to see again. She tried to creep up to the tressle tables laden with food without anyone noticing her
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 20:11:54 GMT
*Witchy returned with a glass of Lothlorien white for Elvenstar. She looked quite vulnerable standing alone in the hall and he gave her an encouraging smile as he crossed the room to her.*
There you are my lady..
*He handed her the glass.*
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Post by Elven Star on Sept 1, 2003 20:22:07 GMT
Taking the glass from him she returned his smile.
Why thank you my lord...
Her eyes glance around the room again she takes a slow look at the people around and in turn smiles at each of them, her eyes falling back on Witchy
So Witchy, did you miss me?
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 20:31:14 GMT
*He took a shifty look round to make sure no one was looking. He didn't want the other guests thinking he'd gone soft. He had an image to uphold after all. The others were all engaged in converstation or sampling the food and wine. He turned back to look at her affectionately, brushing a strand of hair back off her face. His eyes smiled back at her*
Of course I did..
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Post by Elven Star on Sept 1, 2003 20:38:25 GMT
She laughed softly and blushed
Still the same old Witchy... So concerned with your evil image..
She felt her self moving slowly closer to him. She took a sip of her wine and moved a step back.
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Post by Skrowerif on Sept 2, 2003 8:32:20 GMT
The Orc wandered amongst the guests, a huge grin on his face as he looked up at all the pretty girls in their dresses. He wiped drool from his mouth and helped himself to a cup of ale.
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 2, 2003 20:25:45 GMT
*The Witch King helped himself to a plate of cookies. They were his favourite double chocolate chip.
The Mordor Boys burst into the rousing Orc anthem 'Heads on sticks' and the dance floor filled in seconds, a sea of green and brown figures, leaping up and down in a frenzy.
Witchy could feel the floor shake and he dropped his cookie.*
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Post by Imrel on Sept 2, 2003 21:16:31 GMT
*Always the MB fan, Im has already jumped onto the dance floor, her mop of brown hair quickly vanishing beneath those of black. Glancing around through the dancing orcs, she notices that yet more people have popped up. She waves to Grubby, though not sure that she can see her as she's busy at the food table. Catching a glimpse of Skowerif, she has to supress a giggle at the look on his face.*
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