Reunion Feast

[Khamul]

[Khamul strides back to the Witch King with a livid expression on his face.]

There wasn't any trouble at the gate M'Lord, are you satisfied? *grumbles under his breath* Paranoid old git...

[He looks around for the Elf Maiden he had been hitting on earlier, but quickly loses interest in her after spying some of the other females congregated around the food tables.]

[~Dernhelm~]

Eowyn notices a Nazgul was looking at her in particular.

"What is it, Wraithy?" she asks curiously, pretending to be innocent...

[Khamul]

[Normally Khamul detested cute nicknames, but upon hearing one coming from a very attractive young Shieldmaiden, they didn't seem so bad.]

Nothing wrong, I was merely in awe after laying eyes upon such a fair creature as you. Such fine beauty is deceiving, once I gazed into your eyes I could sense your noble and untamed spirit. A hide you graceful strength and knowledge of bloodshed beneath a mask of naivety. It none the less intrigues me.

[He strode over to Eowyn's side and bowed politley.]

I am Khamul of Dol Gurdur. Might I be honored to know the name of such fine company?

[~Dernhelm~]

"Éowyn, daughter of Éomund, niece of King Théoden," she says with a curtsy. "I am most grately honored, my previous encounters with wraiths have not been so pleasant."

[Khamul]

[Khamul took Eowyn's hand in his and gently kissed the top of her knuckles.]

Well, perhaps in the past the enviornment in which you had first encountered us Nazgul was not as friendly nor casual as the settings of this feast.

How does King Theoden fare within his Golden Halls?

[Grubhosh]

Guest-EoHuz said:

Finally taking slice of carrotcake and a glass of strawberry punch, Eowyn takes a seat where everyone else was.

"So how are things in Mordor?" she asks...

why does everyone always ask..

she stopped inturupted by Khamul. Unsure wether she was supposed to start groveling she listened to his attempt to chat up Eowyn. From an Orc's perspective he was being very suave. Grubby looked down at her boots dejectedly, it would be nice if blokes would get her flowers and chocolates, well not the flowers she wouldn't know what to do with them but chocolate was always good.

[Ims]

*Im, plate in hand, swerves around Khamul and Eowyn, again not wanting to interrupt, but she hovers near and turns instead to Grubby.*

Grubs, are you alright there? I swear, the only evil person here who looks like they're enjoying themself is this Khamul fellow.

[~Dernhelm~]

Khamul said:

[Khamul took Eowyn's hand in his and gently kissed the top of her knuckles.]

Well, perhaps in the past the enviornment in which you had first encountered us Nazgul was not as friendly nor casual as the settings of this feast.

How does King Theoden fare within his Golden Halls?

"I am most honored, milord," Eowyn replies, being taught from an early age that calling people 'milord' was polite even if they weren't her lord.

"Aye, you are indeed correct that my environment with previous Nazgul encounters was not so well suited. The dark, forests of Mirkwood were quite nasty, I have to admit it... As for my King, his Majesty fares very well. Foul Grima has been banished from Meduseld and the golden halls have peace restored within them one more," the shieldmaiden adds, not wanting to mention orc raids infront of Grubby for the safety of her people.

[Elidor]

Guest-Ims said:

*Im's eyebrow quirks up.*

He's second in command?

*Maybe that's where I heard of him.*

Poor Eli, you ought to be having fun. You want some cake?

*She offers her the plate with a slice of Bundt cake she just cut for herself.*

*She took the cake and stuff it into her mouth, not knowing it was brought by Khamul.*

Wraiths are not supposed to have fun...*Eli's eyes burned fiery red, sending a brief heat wave across.*

I know what you are thinking of Grubs. Don't worry! It's the slender white ones who are in grave danger. *whispered* Lustful wraiths like Khamul treat them like flowers. When it dies, he throws them away and finds a new one. *Voice returns to normal*There is sure to be a right orc for you in Middle Earth and if you don't find the right one. Choose power. Look at me! *She glared at a passing hobbit, causing it to trip over his own feet while trying to walk in big strides, away from Eli* Okay, hobbits are mostly scared of everything save for Frodo and company. But who cares? *Took a sip from the glass she is holding*

[Grubhosh]

Grubby laughed at the mention of 'lustful wriaths' it sounded like something out of a cheap soap opera.

You know the trouble with blokes? they keep dying on me.. stayin power that's what they ain't got, I'm 83 most of 'em won't live more than 30. Yer right though power, Power is alway good,

[Elven Star]

Elv slowly walked from the drink table, passing Eli and Grubby giving them a slight smile and returned to Witchy's side holding his punch in one hand and hers in the other. She smiled and held his out to him.

Here Witchy...Sorry it took so long.. the line was unbelievable....

[The Witch King]

*After overhearing Grubby's remark he felt obliged to comment.*

Hey, I'm over 2000 years old and still going strong.

*As El returned he took the drink, thanked her and smiled.*

I was about to send out a search party..

[Grubhosh]

well M'lord you're totally out of my leauge

she grinned

[The Witch King]

*He arched an eyebrow and grinned at the orc. There was nothing he liked better then having his ego massaged.*

I've had a few orcs in my time..

*Although the comment passed his lips causually his stance was pure arrogance, hands on hips, chest puffed out, he tossed back his hair, pulling out all the stops on the sauave and sophisticated routine. He looked down at Grubby, treating her to a flash of his brilliant smile.*

Never give up hope..

*He winked at her as he strutted off through the crowd.*

[~Dernhelm~]

"I am 21 years of age, yet does not it all vary from race to race?" Éowyn wonders...