The Wedding of Turelie Lurea and Hobbituk A Bard's Festival-All Welcome

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Postby erinhue » Thu Nov 14, 2002 2:21 pm

Dressed in the French cuffed formal white shirt, silver satin vest with tiny fleur- du- lis pattern and the satin striped pleated black pants he would wear to the wedding, Erinhue left the ¾ length jacket of his on the hanger over the door and went outside to make one last check before the wedding guests began to arrive.<BR><BR>A blaze of vibrant colors decorated the tavern’s outdoor courtyard in all the red orange glory of the autumn season. A clear sky above was dotted with just enough fluffy white clouds to set off the perfect azure blue of the firmament. The sunlight beamed brightly, gilding all it touched with that special gold offered as compensation for the lack of summer heat.<BR><BR>The crisp air tasted of apple cider and held a mix of birdsong and the distant babble of the waterfall raining down into the crystal pool below. A fine mist like a low hung cloud lingered near the water’s surface adding a mystery and romance to the wedding site.<BR><BR>A magical mesh of gossamer threads festooned with garlands of brilliant changing color leaves from every tree in the open glade. Late blossoming vines covered the columned arches that held the canopy aloft, protection for the happy couple from the fine spray of the majestic falls.<BR><BR>There were seats apleanty all decorated with streamer bound bouquets of fall wild flowers, seats that soon would be filled with well wishers and friends all gathered to play witness to a blissful union, the wedding of Turelie Lurea and her Hobbituk.<BR><BR>Satisfied with what he saw, Erinhue spoke to the newly polished dragonharp, that still sat in its velvet-lined niche above the tavern’s main bar. “I think you’ve outdone yourself this time, old worm I hope Lurea will be pleased. Now ,” and the bard turned to go back inside “I’d best finish getting dressed and go see about that ring.”<BR>
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Postby Hobbituk » Thu Nov 14, 2002 5:41 pm

<i>Upstairs in the comfort of Hobbituk's quarters, a frustrated Hobbit tailor was busying himself. Hobbi himself was stood in front of the mirror, eyeing his wedding suit critically as the tailor made the last minute alterations. He was wearing his trademark waistcoat, though this one was of a finer quality than his old weather worn yellow rag. It was stitched with many Golden patterns so that it caught the light when he moved and twinkled merrily in the sun. His half-mast trousers were maroon, lined with silk and the thought of how much it would end up costing him began to way heavily on his mind.<BR><BR>The Hobbit tailor had been highly recommended to him by his friend Scribbles, though she had not mentioned what a curious little chap he was. Always bobbing about making sure his work was to perfection and never allowing...</i><BR>"Stand still sir!" <BR><i>...the tailor said, interrupting Hobbituk midthought. What was he thinking about again? He looked at himself in the mirror and was reminded of that evening months and months ago when he had readied himself for their first date. He had been nervous then, but not half as nervous as he was now. He reached down into the chest by his bed (causing much consternation to the tailor, frustrated at Hobbi's sudden movement) and pulled out one of his old pipes. He was about to pour his baccy in when the tailor whipped it out of his hand,</i><BR>"You cannot light a pipe whilst wearing this suit! Can you even imagine what damage the smoke could do to this fine garment?!"<BR><i>Hobbi didn't really care, but sighing he put the pipe down. Besides...hadn't he given up smoking. He looked at his hair with a frown. It sat in it's usual curls, defiant. There seemed to be nothing he could do with it that would make it look any better...or for that matter, any different. <BR><BR>Hobbituk took a deep breath and enjoyed the cool fresh air filling his lungs and forgetting for brief moment the butterflies which were constantly fluttering around in his stomach,</i><BR>"Finished yet?" <i>he asked the tailor, and then without waiting for an answer he turned and walked briskly from the room. The tailor sat down on Hobbi's bed and put his head in his hands...he had worked with difficult customers before, but that one was very possibly the fussyest! A second later Hobbituk ran back into the room, rifled quickly through his bedside chest, urgently looked under the bed, desperately scoured the windowsill and then with a huge look of relief patted his pockets and finally drew out the wedding ring,</i><BR>"We wouldn't get very far without this now would we?" <i>he muttered to himself and then left the room properly.<BR><BR>He half tiptoed half ran down the stairs to the bar. His footsteps had an odd lightness to them that he recognised from when he was younger and he had got up early on his birthday, running down to the drawing room to find his gifts. He pushed open the door just in time to see erinhue, his best man, return from outside,</i><BR><BR>"Good day Partner!" <i>he called merrily.</i>
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Postby erinhue » Thu Nov 14, 2002 8:54 pm

“A fine last day ya picked my friend” Erinhue greeted his partner the groom with his very best starbright grin. “The day is picture perfect and the courtyard never looked so grand.”<BR><BR>Erinhue looked at Hobbituk and shook his head. “The day looks a sight better than you do right now. Not ta worry” and he draped one arm around the hobbit’s shoulders. “Its just nerves, although ya got nothing ta be nervous about. It really ain’t much different from a performance except ya get the girl for sure at the very end. Come along with me, I got just the thing.”<BR><BR>Placing one hand flat on the mahogany bar’s polished surface, Erinhue vaulted over the bar and rummaged about in one of the cabinets. He stood up again with a small tin chest. Reaching up to one of the shelves lining the etched mirror running half the length of the wall he snatched a bottle of Absolut Citron. <BR><BR>“Hue I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Hobbituk said eyeing the bottle. “I told Turelie I wouldn’t drink.”<BR><BR>“What? This?” Erinhue waved the bottle. “Oh this is for me. This,” and he held up the small box, “is for you. It’s a special blend of herbal tea, peppermint and black olong and some other things Eldfess never did explain to me but it will do the trick and ya won’t have any worries about feeling drowsy or anything either.”<BR><BR>“Are you certain?<BR><BR>Hobbie, trust me” and his smile beamed even brighter “have I ever steered ya wrong.”<BR><BR>Hobbituk thought of the many times ‘Hue’s steering had come close but he mumbled a skeptical “Well no you haven’t….”<BR><BR>“Then there ya are.” Erinhue winked at the doubting hobbit and went into the kitchen to put on the tea. When he returned he held out his hand and said “You’d best give me the ring so that we don’t for get it later on.”<BR><BR>“Ah good idea” Hobbie agreed “I feel too nervous to trust myself with it any longer.<BR><BR>Hobbituk patted at his pockets until he found the correct on and took out a small velvet box and opened it.<BR><BR>Inside was a delicately filigreed ring of the finest Mithril silver. The lacy pattern was that of intertwined thread like vines fashioned to form the couple’s names and encircle a slender finger. The fine latticework ended in an exquisitely carved silver cabbage rose. Several deep green emeralds were positions to serve as the flower’s leaves. At the blossom’s center cradled like a shimmering crystal drop of morning dew was a perfect blue white diamond.<BR><BR>“That ring is as unique and as beautiful as she is my friend.” Erinhue said in mild awe before scooping the ring from its box and tossing it into the air. He caught it deftly and popping it into his pants pocket. Smiling at Hobbie’s shocked expression he winked reassuringly. “Not ta worry it’ll be safe , trust me.”<BR>
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Postby Aerin » Thu Nov 14, 2002 8:57 pm

<i>Aerin bustled about the Inn, her dress for the wedding off, wearing instead a plain blue gown and white apron. She hurried around, directing guests to the wedding area, helping the volunteers and assistants, and generally trying to be in three places at once.<BR><BR>She waved at Hobbi as she passed him upstairs, but he was preoccupied - understandably - and didn't return the gesture. The elf grinned, nodded understandingly, and moved on.</i>
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Postby PatriotBlade » Thu Nov 14, 2002 11:33 pm

<i>Heather slipped in timmidly and found a seat out of everyone's way. She removed her dark green cloak and hung it up before sitting down.<BR>Instead of her usual clothes; a simple dress of an earth tone and her long, dark brown curls tied back into a single braid, she wore a pale pink sleeveless gown of a simple cut but it was overlayed with a shimmery fabric jacket that hung down, duster-style over the skirt and was embriodered with trailing green ivy on the hem. A v-shaped, gold belt, set with green jewels accentuated her slender waist. Her slippers matched the pink under dress and were embroidered with the same pattern as the jacket. Her hair was mostly down, cascading gently down her back and shoulders, falling to the small of her back and was held off of her face by two small braids that were wrapped around her head to make a sort of tiara. A bit of green ivy was woven into the braids, bringing out her very green eyes. A gold chain hung about her neck, the green stone on it catching the light. her earings matched with green jewels in cascading size hung among her curls. She smiled to everyone as she sat down.</i> "If I can be of any help, just let me know."
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Fri Nov 15, 2002 12:16 am

(OOC: Oh! Welcome Lady Heather! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> I'd greet you, but am a trifle busy at the moment <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR><i>Lurea fussed with her hair while she waited for her gown to arrive. She had not yet seen the gown, though she had seen the material that would be sewn into the apparel that would forever be linked with the happiest day of her life. But was it the happiest day of her life? Culanir's face flashed into her mind suddenly. No, she no longer pined for him, though she sometimes, in her guilty mind, imagined she did. It had been so many years and she had tried so hard to get him out of her mind. But how did she know that her relationship with Hobbi wouldn't turn out the same? Embittered and heartbreaking?<BR><BR>Her delicate face scowled. Why was she thinking such thoughts? Was she truly that insecure of Hobbi's love? For a moment she pondered this, sitting softly upon her bed above the kitchen. The hired chef was hard at work, preparing the feast that would follow the ceremony; pots clattered below her feet, mouth-watering aromas drifting in. But as her bridesmaids were yet to come, she had only these slight distractions surrounding her. She was grateful, for she did not wish her friends to see her so confused. She should KNOW! Would she spend the rest of her life with her beloved? <BR><BR>Closing her eyes with a sigh, she laid upon the bed, slightly wrinkling the perfectly creased sheets. Images of their first date appeared in her mind's eye; the first night she knew that she was falling madly in love with the dear hobbit. Beneath the starlight, in the waterfall's shallow pond, he had stroked her face, moving a damp wavy strand of hair from it, and asked her to be his Lady. How her heart had beat! A smile appeared on her face in the reverie, recalling the glitter of his large hobbity eyes, so kind and gentle, yet revealing her protector.<BR><BR>And then when the Maia, Maelan, tried to take her away, this too she recalled, though more painfully. When Hobbi was nearly taken from her, she knew that she could not live without him. The feelings resurged suddenly, and she relived the pain, the uncertainty of his survival. What would she have done if he did not make it? This too she pondered, deciding that she would have still gone on, though never again would she take a lover. She was afraid of death and did not look forward to the end of the world, so she would never take her own life. But, misery would consume her finally, and she would end up much like poor Tinu, unable to feel anything but sadness and pain, enjoying very little about life.<BR><BR>Suddenly she sat up. That was it! She couldn't live without Hobbi. She had to be with him, even if it meant that the relationship was uncertain. No matter how high the chance of him leaving her, she could not bear to hurt him, or to leave him forever. He was HER Hobbi. A brilliant glow came over the elf as she realized this. All the wealth in the world could be hers, all the land under her rule, but none would matter, except the love of that very dear hobbit.<BR><BR>It was at this moment that the bridesmaids came forth, barging loudly into the room. Lurea squealed as though she were undressed, though she wasn't, and laughed as the ladies joined in, averting their eyes until they realized that she was fully clothed. Ah, it was good to be decisive!</i>
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Postby Kaya » Fri Nov 15, 2002 1:29 am

<i>A dusty traveler dismounted her grey mount with the ease and grace that only elves have. She looked around but with her eyes closed, to sense the environment she hadn't visited in a long time. Too long. But yet she had returned now, on special request of her old friend Ture.<BR><BR>They hadn't seen eachother in a long while, a very long while. So it had surprised her when she had received the invitation that announced the wedding of her friend and Hobbituk, on which she kindly was invited.<BR>Kaya opened her eyes now, and when she looked around, this time with her eyes, a smile crept on her face. She took a large, flat package off the back of her horse and walked in the direction of the Inn. <BR><BR>She poked her head in and sensed the serene thought little tensed atmosphere that always accompagnies such special days.<BR>Pushing her cloak back over her shoulders, she then entered the Inn, greeted Erinhue and who she thougth to be the groom-to-be. The hobbit had all the signs of a soon to be married man. <BR><BR>She walked up the stairs, and looked around a bit on the first floor til she saw the group of giggling bridesmaids enter the room that was located above the kitchen.<BR>She quietly walked over and knocked on the door-post. While she looked inside, she saw her friend and smiled.</i><BR>Hello Ture, I see I'm not too late for a change. Congratualations my friend.
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Fri Nov 15, 2002 1:45 am

Kaya!<BR><BR><i>Ture ran to her friend, catching her in a hug. She had been so afraid that one of her oldest and dearest friends would not receive the invitation on time, or that she would not come at all. But here she stood before her, the dusty traveler as ever.</i><BR><BR>Of course you are not too late! In fact none of us have dressed yet, though I expect the men are already fully ready and waiting downstairs to catch the first glimpse of my pretty bridesmaids.<BR><BR><i>She winked at the ladies who laughed heartily at this.</i><BR><BR>So, join us, my friend, get dressed when you are ready. But most of all, I wish to hear some of your traveling tales, for it has been far too long since we last spoke.<BR><BR><i>Leading her friend to the center of the group, Ture sat upon the bed with some of the other ladies, CArwen and ElfAngel busily working on her hair, complaining that she moved too much as she listened.</i>
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Postby Kaya » Fri Nov 15, 2002 3:00 am

<i>Kaya entered the room and greeted the ladies present. Then, on request of the future bride, she told a few of her adventures, not wanting to bore them too much. She told about her visits to Ithilien and the waterfall of Henneth Annûn that indeed was the fairest of all. About the extensiveness of Belfalas Bay that she had reached after a long trip rowing down the river Anduin, and the rural gracefulness of the Shire.</i><BR>Ah well, that's about it for today I think. <i>Kaya grins.</i> I think it's about time I wringle myself in this thing <i>she proceeds while he holds up the package that she carries over her shoulder.</i> Where can I take a nice bath to rub the dust off, and change into something more apropriate?<i> <BR>They direct her to another, free room, with a bathroom.<BR><BR>Kaya enters the room and closes the door behind her. She lays the package on the bed, and runs to the bathroom to let the hot water fill that bath tub. While the water is running, she already opens the package, takes out the dress and lays it on the bed so she can look at it.</i> You'll look fine <i>she convinces herself, not used to wear dresses and certainly not gowns like this one.<BR>After a good soak in the bath she pins her fine braids up and let a few hang loose on her back. Then she puts on the ankle-long, tight fitting, lavender gown. The fabric has little lavender twinkles in it, but nothing too striking. You have to stand close to actually see them. The sleeves cover her arms tightly, reaching the elbows, then fall open and hang loose, exposing the arm. The top of the dress is simple, with a collar that stands up a bit round the neck.<BR>As a last act, she puts on some matching open shoes with a little heel, takes her purse, and heads back to Ture's room.</i>
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Postby nienor-niniel » Fri Nov 15, 2002 7:01 am

Nienor-Niniel was nervous – she had tried to arrive early, but she felt bit dizzy – a remnant if the Hen party, and needed to look after the sweets and the pastries she had chosen and made for this very special wedding. <BR><BR>The <a target=new href="http://www.patisserie.ch/images/basel/Mvc-014.jpg">medieval decoration</a> was ready at the entry, echoed by the <BR><a target=new href="http://www.patisserie.ch/images/europain/3/Jcpfs35.jpg">sugar sculpture</a> which only showed her full beauty in this marvellous frame. <BR><BR>For the moment she was happy with this, all the other arrangements could wait until the couple had pronounced the vows and the feast had begun. Yet she looked of course if the <a target=new href="http://www.patisserie.ch/images/lindt/09.jpg"> gifts for all the guests were ready and if there would be enough of them.</a> A little reminder of the Lucky Fortune Inn where it all started...<BR><BR>She heard Turelie’s clear elvish voice, but decided to surprise her dear friend by appearing dressed and styled. Dear Turelie – her impestive character made it sometimes hard to see her heart of gold, and if her words might seem sometimes harsh, she was uncapable of any lie. Hobbituk was a lucky fellow to have caught the love of such an exceptionnal creature. <BR><BR>She smiled thinking of the odd, yet wonderful couple they made. The courage and the honesty of a hobbit, the grace and the wisdom of an elf – all good in Middle-Earth was united in these two persons and they were an image of hope for all, including herself. But still she was afraid of today – would she be able to keep straight at a wedding and to put all her bitter and sweet memories aside ? As a bridesmaid she was supposed to be cheerful, smiling (and sober) and neither melancholic nor extravagant (or drunk).<BR><BR>Well now was the moment to get ready, to look for crystal-arwen for her hair to be fixed, to put on the beautiful russet dress that Turelie had designed and to get rid of the dust and the cloths of the road. Then she would be looking for the fair bride and dear friends, maybe she would find someone to whom she could explain why this wedding was almost unbearable for her, someone who could help her to keep the smile on her face alive. <BR><BR><BR> <BR>
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Postby Matrim » Fri Nov 15, 2002 7:14 am

<i>Mat busied himself with the last few laces of his boots. It had taken him all night to get them polished up. Now they shone and he was afraind to take them outside for fear of blinding people. <BR><BR>Standing in front of the mirror he looks at himself and remembers how much he hates fromal clothing. The black pants are new and scrathy, his white satin shirt hanging open and untucked, his coat hanging on the side of the mirror. Sighing he begins to tie his hair back into his customary pony tail. At the last minute though he decides to leave it untied and begins to button up the shirt.<BR><BR>A few minutes later he emerges from his room and makes his way to the bar. He pulls a few last strins from the red hand that adorns the chest of his jacket and walks into the bar. <BR><BR>Finding a seat he sits down and pulls the neckline of his shirt to loosen it up a bit. Then pickup up a cup of coffee and looks around. At all the wonderful decorations.</i><BR><BR>My, my! I hope one day that my wedding will look like this.<BR><BR><i>With a grin he shakes his head.</i><BR><BR>Who am I kidding, Ill probably never get married.
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Postby prmiller » Fri Nov 15, 2002 7:43 am

<i>Arriving from a most exhilarating time at Hobbi's Bachelor party, Parm, stepped carefully and deferentially among the guests. On the advice of his lovely wife, Parm was dressed in a flowing robe of rich russet with intricate silver embroidery on the hem...a gift from his eldest daughter (with help from mother). <BR> The Ring of Air of the Healing Word glinted on the index finger of his right hand, but joining it was another ring, given as an anniversary gift from his beloved, a ring of crystal and silver wrought together in a series of leaves and petals. <BR> His boots were of soft brown leather, trimmed with a similar<BR>pattern as his hem, especially on the face of each boot. His <BR>familiar staff was freshly buffed and the silver tip was engraved<BR>with the Bard's Dragon Symbol, a reminder of his special<BR>place in an ancient guild. Pinned to his robe was the pin given<BR> to him by Erinhue at his induction ceremony some weeks before.<BR> His eyes danced with bright joy seeing so many precious and<BR>familiar faces, until at last he spied Lurea, Erinhue and Hobbi<BR>in various places at the gathering. He caught Lurea's eye,<BR>and with a deep bow greeted the lovely queen-like figure who<BR>seemed to dispel darkness and glow with a light of joy.<BR>
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Postby elfetawen » Fri Nov 15, 2002 8:55 am

She was going to be late. It wasn't the first time but that didn't mean that she liked it. She has already sent Ruquesse along to the inn, the phoenix being able to fly the distance in barely any time at all. She and Hwesta however hadn't even left the island yet. It was a long flight and they should have left hours ago but everything kept on going wrong.<BR><BR>"At least the dress is clean now. I don't know who let that...creature into the tower but if I ever find out..." taking a deep breath Lossë closed her eyes and opened them slowly as she let the air out in a sigh. "Ok, no need to get upset. All I need now is the preasent and I can be on my way." She turned toward the mantel and reached up for the box, lifting it down. It was too light and the wrapping had been torn away from one side where she could now see a hole in the box. <BR><BR>"Oh holy weilders of the Flame Eternal," she muttered, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, "shall I next get caught in a blizzard? On second thought, don't answer that." Lossë pushed her hair out of her face and glanced at Hwesta where she lay on the pillows of the couch. "Come on, we need to find that creature's nest so I can get Lurea and Hobbi's gift back."<BR><BR>Hwesta sighed as she stretched then padded lightly across the floor to where Lossë stood. The elfess gave Hwesta the box so that she could find the scent and then the two of them set of through the winding corridors.
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Postby prmiller » Fri Nov 15, 2002 9:38 am

<i>Parm slipped over to catch N-N's eye and remarked,</i><BR>My dear wife designed this robe and chose this color, but I<BR>must say, your wear russet with aristocratic decorum. One would<BR>almost think that <you> were the centerpiece of this lovely<BR>bouquet of friends. I am so very glad to see you again...and at<BR>a season when our fair Bard maids rival the beauties of autumn!<BR>
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Postby Aerin » Fri Nov 15, 2002 9:46 am

<i>At long last Aerin spotted Wisteria and several other weavers picking their way among the crowd, leading a lovely mare laden with wrapped dresses. She waved to them eagerly, and Wiste waved back and headed for her.</i><BR><BR>"Hello, Wiste! You're just in time. Are all the dresses there?" <i>The weavers nodded assent.</i><BR><BR>"Okay, good. Come, this way... we'll have to take the dresses ourselves, the dressing room's on the second floor."<BR><BR><i>They all took a dress, and Aerin beckoned a passing hobbit to lead the mare to the stables. Then they headed for the Inn and the ladies' dressing room, chattering and laughing excitedly.<BR><BR>Aerin gestured for Wiste to go in first, as she was bearing Lurea's bridal gown.</i><BR><BR>"Lurea, ladies! The dresses are here!"<BR><BR>(OOC - Okay, that's it for a while for me. I'll be back on to post occasionally this weekend. Keep Aerin in the story, please!)
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Postby wisteria » Fri Nov 15, 2002 10:23 am

<i>Wiste entered Ture's chamber, a long wrapped parcel in her arms. Several others held up the long end; carefully they placed it on the bed. Wiste herself was already in her bridesmaid dress of velvet, the color of a rich wine. </i><BR><BR>"Here we are! Ready to dress, Ture?" <i>With that, she carefully unwrapped the white silk wedding dress. Made of white and silver silk, the material shimmered in the sunlight that streamed in the window. All who looked on it felt a peaceful sense of well-being envelope them; all stress and doubt about the day's doings was wiped away.</i><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Fri Nov 15, 2002 11:04 am

As Aerin and Wiste entered the room and announced, "Lurea, ladies! The dresses are here!", all eyes darted to them and the giggling started again.<BR><BR>The excitement was almost overwhelming.<BR><BR>Wiste unwrapped Lureas gown of white and all eyes looked upon it in awe. "OOhh that is beautiful!" were the comments and "OOOooooh how lovely!".<BR><BR>Each package was opened and each dress looked upon then handed to the beauty who was to wear it.<BR><BR>Vana received her green gown and she stroked her hand down the fabric and felt the intricate detail that was put into it. This was truly the most beautiful gown she had ever seen.<BR><BR>"Thank you Wiste and to all the ladies who helped you! These are remarkable and so lovely!" Vana sighed.<BR><BR>As each gal dressed they were given a turn in front of the full length mirror to see themselves in the gowns that were so carefully and lovingly made for the wedding.<BR><BR>Vana slipped into her gown and marveled at the feel of it against her pale smooth skin. It felt as if it was made of nothing at all, fitted perfectly to every contour of the figure it was designed for. She looked into the mirror and thought to herself how this is so much more like what she would have been able to wear in her uncles kingdom had she stayed. And how this day was so bitter sweet for her. Another of her beloved friends fulfilling the desire of her own heart in finding someone to spend the rest of their lives with. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out she swallowed her feelings and placed a sincere smile upon her face for the joy of her dear friend.<BR><BR>She then moved to find the wreath of flowers that had been made with ribbons and roses to place upon her brow. With her long blonde hair hanging down about her waist in waves with the wreath upon her brow she looked the part of the ever waiting bridesmaid.<BR><BR>Her thoughts then went back to the wedding in May of Aerin and the Master Bard Erinhue. What a time of great joy mingled with the pain of her own loss. She looked away not wanting any to see her face as she had a single tear run down her cheek. Quickly she wiped it away and smiled so that she could play her part this day in the making of beautiful memories for her dear friends Lurea and Hobbituk.<BR><BR>Vana then got up and got busy helping the bride with anything that she needed to get herself ready for the biggest day of her life. All the gals surrounding her and helping her with everthing from hair to flowers to perfume. Anything she needed the girls got for her and helped her with.<BR><BR>Suddenly remembering the little gift that Vana brought for Lurea for this day she ran to her bag and grabbed out the little velvet box and brought it thoughtfully to Lurea.<BR><BR>"Here Lurea I got a little something for you for today!" Vana handed the box to Lurea and watched as she slowly undid the ribbon that held the box shut. When she removed the top of the box Lureas eyes lit up and she smiled broadly and the others gasped to see a single sparkling silmaril diadem created just for Lurea to wear.<BR><BR>"I know it isnt the quality of the original Silmarils but it is a cousin you might say and my uncle helped me get it for you this day. I hope you will wear it with honor from the Kingdom of Mirkwood, a gift fit for a queen and royal heir as you are." Lurea lifted the precious jewel on it delicate Mithril filigrees out of the box, holding it up to look at it and see its sparkle. Aerin then placed it upon Lureas brow. It sparkled so as a star resting there upon her delicate features.
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Postby elengil » Fri Nov 15, 2002 11:19 am

Ëarelen, arrayed in her white dress, richly embroidered red robe and thick green cloak, arrives at the wedding festivities upon her great horse, Seth. As she arrives, the melody from her flute begins to dance and dwirl about in the air, threading its way through the people who have already arrived. <BR><BR>She lightly dismounts from Seth and she leaves him to graze. <BR><BR>Ëarelen saught first Master Erinhue, but finding him with Hobbi, she decides to not disturb them. Instead, she lets her gaze wander about, drinking in the beauty of the scenery. The tents, the decorations... all so beautiful. They have done well fixing the Tavern since the unfortunate incidents there less than a month ago. All the marshmallow seems to be cleaned even. <BR><BR>She then sees Vana, amidst the other women there, and sees Lurea with the wonderous silmaril star upon her head. <BR><BR>"It is truly a gift fit for you." she says as she smiles but with a hint of sadness. "Wear it well, lady."<BR><BR>Then turning back to Vana, she embrases her and smiles. "Well met, cousin."
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Postby Vanaladiel » Fri Nov 15, 2002 12:16 pm

As Earelen approaches the meadow and the tents, Vana espies her coming and smiles to herself. It is great to see her cousin of the woods.<BR><BR>Earelen approaches and speaks to Lurea and then turns to Vana. <BR><BR>As Earelen embraces Vana, she comments "Well met cousin!" <BR><BR>"Yes it does become her doesnt it?" Vana remarks back.<BR><BR>"I am glad to see you here this day. I know that Lurea is going to be the prettiest bride I have ever seen." With that Vana smiles a very sincere yet pained smile.<BR><BR>"So cousin I heard your music before I saw you. It was a beautiful tune, is it something you wrote yourself?" Vana inquired,"No matter it was lovely and so fitting for today." she smiled again.
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Postby Eyriel » Fri Nov 15, 2002 12:28 pm

&#65279;Eyriel hurried about outside the Lucky Fortune Inn, checking to make sure all the flower arrangements were in place. She carried a basketful of Baby’s Breath and Elanor lilies over her arm, adding an extra sprig or flower here and there along the aisle. <BR><BR>She had been at the Inn since early that morning, setting up the arrangements both in and outside the inn, as well as the wide arch under which the happy couple would stand during the ceremony. Everything had worked out perfectly, and the flowers looked stunning in the clear Autumn air surrounded by the bright colours of the surrounding trees. <BR><BR>Eyriel gave one last sweeping glance around the area, and satisfied that everything looked perfect, she hurried back inside the inn, heading for a small room off the kitchen where the bouquets were being<BR>arranged. Falathiel and Aliana had not yet arrived, and the large table was still covered with a large assortment of flowers and ivy yet to be put arranged into bouquets. <BR><BR>Before going to work she stepped back into the main room of the inn, asking a hobbit who was hurrying by to let her know when Fala or Aliana arrived. She was about to return to her work when she noticed<BR>Wisteria and Aerin carrying the carefully packaged gowns upstairs to where Lurea and the others were getting ready. She thought about following them up, but decided against it; once she went up there she<BR>knew she’d never be able to get back to work. Besides, she was already wearing her gown of forest green silk made for her by the Weaver’s Guild. Of course she was wearing an apron over it so as not to muss it up before the ceremony.<BR><BR>With a smile, Eyriel turned back to her workroom and settled down to cutting and arranging the bouquets.
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Postby Lithtaur16 » Fri Nov 15, 2002 1:55 pm

<i>The black-maned buckskin stallion of Rohan drew the cart easily at a swift pace down the road to the Lucky Fortune. Three passengers and a cargo of candles and lanterns were his charges and he smartly kept to the smoothest parts of the cobbled way. On the buck board sat Lith, delicately handling the unnecessary reins to keep them out of the way. Nennaia sat with Anaiu in the back, careful not to knock against the crystal and bronze of the specially made lanterns. <BR><BR>Finally they pulled out in front of the inn and Lith hopped down to begin unloading and setting up the the lights. She told the child to stay in the cart until she was done and speedily set the tall stakes and twine around the premises. Encircling the perimeter would be the brass encircled crystal lanterns on high wooden posts while the smaller, spherical frosted-gold crystal ones would hang above the reception and high above the gossamer threads. They would all burn a special long-lasting oil which gave off a soft amber light and spicy scent, somewhat near to cinnamon.<BR><BR>The leaf-pressed amber candles were then arranged on the food tables. Lith would give the Stained glass and Banner Candles to Aerin for arrangement on the altar.<BR>These masterpices in hand, the ranger went to fetch Nennaia and the bundle of clothes they would change into soon; the special copperish velvet dress for Nennaia and a spic and span pair of dark forest green pants and fringed tunic for Lith. Also there was the silver horse and hound badge which had belonged to Lith's father, specially made by a dwarf friend of the house, and Lith's flute, Vinya Sure.<BR><BR>After putting Spirit and the cart into the care of a stableboy the Lith, Nennaia and Anaiu slipped through the crowded door into the inn and, seeing many friends, began to look for Ture in order to give her the large basket and Aerin to give her the candles; one stained of the the banner of the House of Elrond, the other the banner of the House of Elwe...</i>
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Postby Elana » Fri Nov 15, 2002 1:59 pm

Elana and Deore stepped out of the Lucky Fortune into the clear crisp air of the gorgeous autumn day. They had been staying at the inn, surrounded by the bustle of wedding preparations. Now the day was finally here. They had dressed themselves in their best – Elana had spent some time in the Weaver’s Guild’s excellent facilities preparing their gowns. They were simply but elegantly cut, of finely woven wool dyed rich, deep hues. Elana’s was the green of fir trees in winter, and Deore’s was the orange of turning maple leaves.<BR><BR>They walked over to where the wedding was to take place. Elana offered her arm to the usher, who escorted her to her seat. Deore felt awkward, sure everyone was staring at her, but followed her mother’s example and let herself be ushered down the aisle. She felt ridiculously exposed in the gown, so different from her normal clothes. A part of her felt it was folly to put such a lovely dress on her unlovely form – as if the most beautiful clothes could ever disguise her ugliness, born of the orc half of her heritage. But a part of her reveled in the luxurious softness of the fabric and the graceful drape of the skirt swirling about her legs. She’d done what she could with her stringy hair, pulling it back and covering most of it with a wreath of flowers and autumn leaves. But her face was their for all to see. Though in the past few weeks she’d come to know and be accepted by the regulars at the inn, she knew that many strangers to her would be attending the wedding. She only hoped she could avoid causing a stir. The last thing she wanted was to disrupt her friend’s wedding, but Ture wouldn’t hear of her skipping the ceremony.<BR><BR>The two women sat and enjoyed the beautiful weather and the muted roar of the waterfall, waiting for the ceremony to begin.<BR><BR>(OOC: I’ll be gone for the weekend. Congratulations, and I hope everything goes beautifully!)<BR>
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Postby SilverScribe » Fri Nov 15, 2002 2:11 pm

<BR><i> In the stables of the Lucky Fortune Inn, Scribbles unsaddled her steaming warhorse, then curried him down as she listened to the various sounds of industrious activity going on in the courtyard, as well as in the meadow behind the Lucky Fortune Inn. She smiled to herself as she caught Master Erinhue's voice, directing his veritable army of volunteer workers and overseeing even the minutest details.<BR><BR>She heard many of the early arrivals, and was just coming out of the stables as Wisteria arrived and was whisked into the Inn by a flushed and excited Aerin. Setting her pack by one of the benches that sat against the Inn, Scribbles slipped over to check the gossamer canopy that had been erected near the falls, where the couple had planned to pledge their troth.<BR><BR>Whispering a few soft words in old Quenyan, she ran her long fingers slightly over one of the gently drifting ends. A shimmer of silvery light ran quickly up and over the canopy, settling into a faint pearly glow. As she had promised, no spray from the falls would penetrate the delicate fabric and spoil anyone's fine clothing.<BR><BR>She turned to see Ëarelen dismount and set her horse to graze before hurrying into the Inn. She waved at Eyriel, who was giving the sites a last appraising checkover. As she retrieved her pack, she stepped aside as Lith drew up in a small but handsome cart. Shouldering her pack, she called a greeting to Lith, then made her way into the Inn herself. She nodded at Erinhue and the groom, then smiled and waved at Matrim as she hurried to the stairs.<BR><BR>She followed the merry noise to the large room that had been set aside for the bride to be and her bridesmaids. She knocked loudly and poking her head in the door, grinned as Lurea spied her behind her reflection in one of the tall looking glasses.</i><BR><BR>"Scribbles!!" <i> Lurea scolded as the tall Peredhel sauntered into the room.</i> "Surely you are not coming to my wedding dressed like THAT?!"<BR><BR><i> Scribbles laughed, and reached under her grey elven cloak to draw a small, plainly wrapped packet from her usual plain travelling clothes.</i><BR><BR>"Certainly not, but I've only just arrived."<BR><BR><i> Lurea's hands flew to her mouth.</i> "Oh! Have you put the promised spell on the canopy yet? What about the song, you did finish the song didn't you? You are going to sing, right? You promised you know . ."<BR><BR><i> Scribbles grinned and held up both hands in surrender.</i> "Yes, yes, the canopy is all set as promised, the song too, is ready," <i> here she patted her vest, </i> "and all is in hand, never fear."<BR><BR><i> She handed the little packet to Lurea </i> "Now, here is a little wedding present for you and Hobbituk, I am afraid it is not much, but you know I travel exceedingly light. However, the last time I passed through Bree I spotted it, and thought it might be just the thing."<BR><BR><i>She watched as Lurea unwrapped a delicate candle lamp, one of it's silver filigree panels depicting a dragon with wings outspread, two of the panels depicting the Trees of Valinor, and the last panel worked into the pattern of several delicate longstemmed pipes. When Lurea looked up, puzzled, Scribbles smiled.</i><BR><BR>"Tis a lamp to set in the window wherever you call home, to be a guide for either of you, back to the other." <BR><BR><i> Scribbles then winked and headed for the door. </i> "Sooo, if you will all excuse me, I will go get changed and let you ladies finish your preparations. Just make sure someone gives me a big, LOUD cue when you want that song, okay? See you all there!"<BR><BR><i> She hurried down the hall to the very end room, and slipped inside. Locking the door, she set herself to the business of getting presentable. Though she would never wear a dress, she had recently found something a bit more formal than her last Festival Finery.</i><BR><BR>
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Postby prmiller » Fri Nov 15, 2002 4:58 pm

<i>Parm shared in the oohs and aahs of the various gifts given<BR>to the lovely Ture and her beloved for this most beautiful day.<BR>From within the folds of his robe, Parm drew out his own<BR>package, handing with simple grace to Ture.[I/]<BR>This is a family gift to you both. They are a pair of wind-chimes,<BR>so that there might ever be pleasant music to grace your home.<BR>The body of the wind-chimes are carved into the likeness of<BR>mallorn trees and from the branches hang the threads both<BR>delicate and strong, holding silver chimes that give off a variety<BR>of tones to soothe, encourage and brighten heavy hearts. Place<BR>one in the north and one in the south to catch the various breezes that pass by...or are made to pass by, should you wish<BR>to enhance them with your arts.<BR>May they bring constant delight to you both.<BR><BR>
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Fri Nov 15, 2002 5:51 pm

Kaya, what wonderful tales you do tell! <i>Laughed Lurea. Yes it had obviously been far too long if her friend had had the time for all that! After Kaya was finished, she led her to the nearest room where she could bathe and overall enjoy the luxuries provided on this lovely day.<BR><BR>The bridesmaids chatted excitedly about Nienor's fantastic decorations below, but as the bride was forbidden to see her groom before the ceremony, she was prevented from traipsing below. Oh, how she wished to see what her dear friend had decided upon! She had not seen her friend's lovely countenance yet and so wished that she could join in on the frivolity and joy that emanated from the room.<BR><BR>But her thoughts were drawn from her friend as the lovely wine-clad Wiste came with all the pomp and circumstance, carrying the long-awaited gown. Oohs and aahs filled the room as the luminescent fabric shimmered and calmed with each twinkle collected by the ladies' eyes. Ture especially was soothed, for nerves were beginning to act up once more, her stomach fluttering as the time grew nearer. She could not recall ever seeing such finely woven fabric, such care put into each strand, and she was grateful that it was her friends who had made the piece she would forever treasure.<BR><BR>Just as Lurea was about to slip into the gown, she noticed a sad smile upon Vana's lips. Knowing exactly why the lip trembled, she hugged her friend.</i> Your beloved shall come as well Vana. I just had to wait more than three Ages for mine.<BR><BR><i>This brought a smile to the elf's face. Happy that she had made Vana feel better, Lurea eagerly slipped into her gown, the silk conforming to her every curve, the sleeves long and flowing, making her feel every bit the princess she was. Oh to have this smooth cloth beside her skin always!<BR><BR>Before she could melt into the fabric, however, Vana was pressing a small velvet box into her hand. Looking quizzically at her friend, she opened the box and stood still for a moment, her eyes widening in elation, lighting up with the very light that emanated from the silmaril cousin.</i><BR><BR>Oh, Vana! <i>Ture breathed, looking into the mirror after Aerin placed the diadem upon her brow. She could not believe the light that shone from the crystalline stone, so pure and clear, reminiscent of Hobbi's eyes, or so the bride thought.</i><BR><BR>It shall never leave my brow, my dear friend. Never. What is its name, by the by?<BR><BR><i>At that moment, Earelen appeared in the room, her countenance lively until she saw the bride. What was it about weddings that brought so much sadness and so much happiness at the same time? For now Lurea knew how many of her friends were unhappy in love and she felt saddened by this fact,for none deserved the loneliness they endured. This reminded her of Tinu, and she wondered where the elf was at. Surely she was not upset for not having been named as a bridesmaid at first? She knew that as the closest thing to a sister Lurea had, she would be given a place of honour, no matter what. Another thing that bothered her was that her own cousin had not yet arrived. She had so longed to see the cousin whom had been lost to her for so many years and she had received word the other day that the dear cousin would be at the LFI on time! Patience had never been one of her virtues, but if she had waited for several Ages, she could wait a couple more hours, if that was what it took.<BR><BR>Lurea bowed in acknowledgement of Earelen's compliment and then gently hugged Vana's cousin, hoping that the soothing effects of the dress would wear off a bit on the poor elf. Just as she pulled back, however, Scribbles came through the door. Such action for such a short time! Lurea thought, though certainly not unhappily. She enjoyed the attention and the company of her dear friends and if that meant that she would not have a spare moment to sit, well, it was certainly worth it.<BR><BR>After a hurried run-through of the duties Scribbles had promised to perform, Lurea was satisfied. She could not wait for Scribble's song and hoped to have her sing it either as the couple left their "chapel"<BR>or at the reception, depending on the timing. Though at first she was shocked by the dirty travelling gear, she was relieved to discover that the Scribbler had brought fine clothing to wear at the ceremony. It would not do to have her come as she did into the Inn! Thanking her friend for the canopy spell, which she longed to see, she held the gift from Scribbles, wondering what on earth her travelling friend could have gotten her.<BR><BR>Gasping at the intricate filigree panels, Lurea traced her finger along the Trees of Valinor.</i><BR><BR>It's beautiful Scribbles! Though what is it?<BR><BR><i>Scribbles replied with a grin and a wink,</i> "Tis a lamp to set in the window wherever you call home, to be a guide for either of you, back to the other."<BR><BR><i>Lurea was touched. What a lovely gift from a thoughtful friend. Yes, how handy that lamp would become... on long, lonely nights when her beloved returns, he will see the light and the promise of love and warmth within the cozy home.<BR><BR>As Scribbles left to change into her gown, Lurea waved goodbye for the time and a knock was heard upon the door. After much teasing and much questioning, a rosy-cheeked Parm came into the room. Quietly he stood, watching as the others came forth, until there was a slight lull. Then he came forth, drawing out two of the loveliest wind-chimes Ture had ever seen. They knocked against one another slightly, but rather than the typical harsh clang of other chimes, they sounded as the<BR>warm summer breeze turning into the cheery briskness that personified autumn. What magical chimes they were! Lurea too hugged her dear friend.</i><BR><BR>Thank you ever so much Parm. I know that Hobbi will adore them and I...well, I have always been fascinated by chimes. I believe that I shall be enthralled for hours now! <i>She winked at Parm and then pulled him aside from the others, who continued to chat excitedly.</i><BR><BR>I wish to thank you for everything. No one else in my mind could officiate and Hobbi and I were elated when we found out that you agreed to preside over the wedding and bind our hearts forever. You are doing a great favor, my friend, and if there is ever any way that I may repay you, do let me know. For anything is within my power and I shall do everything at a word from you.<BR><BR><i>With this,she hugged him again and went to finish her makeup. The hairdresser elves had yet to return, so her hair remained down in soft waves as it always did, the reddish hues apparent in the sunlight's beams. Yes, this truly would be a day to remember, she thought, as a moment of peace was given to her.</i>
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Postby elengil » Fri Nov 15, 2002 7:04 pm

"So cousin I heard your music before I saw you. It was a beautiful tune, is it something you wrote yourself?" Vana inquired,"No matter it was lovely and so fitting for today." she smiled again. <BR><BR><BR>"It's an odd thing about this flute." Ëarelen replied. "It does not play because I wish it, it plays because there is a tune to be played. Never the same twice, but always fitting for the occation. There are times when I can wish it to play a type of tune, but never a specific one. <BR>It was a gifted to me from Gilaelin, youngest son of Thranduil. It is called the Tindumolure, Twilight of the Storm. It is the light in the darkness. It can lift the spirits of the sorrowful, strengthen the weak, and bring pleasent memories to mind. I have noted that the tune sounds different to each person, and affects each in different ways."
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Postby lglfan2002 » Fri Nov 15, 2002 9:39 pm

<i>I slowly crept into the Lucky Fortune Inn hoping that no one would notice her lateness. Wearing a light blue dress with a dark blue cloak, I took a seat behind where Earelen was playing her flute. As I listened to the song that Elengil was playing it made me very happy and cheerful. I wanted to just run up to her and give her a big hug but I also didn't want to disturb her playing.</i><BR><BR><i>While listening to this song it brought up the happy memories that I shared with my parents as a child. Playing in our open fields, picking flowers along the way. It also reminded me of a lulliby that my mother would sing to me. Soon enough Earelen had finished playing and started talking to Vana. So I quietly awaited my own turn to speak with her as patiently as I could manage.</i><BR><BR>"Earelen! How are you? Your music is very beautiful!" <i>I said as I threw my arms around her in a hug.</i>
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Postby Teltasarewen » Fri Nov 15, 2002 9:44 pm

<i>Telta sat upon Erinhue's horse, Treble, the motion of the horse gently rocking her to sleep. No matter how hard she tried she just could not keep her eyes open. A few hours sleep over the last two weeks was hard even on an elf. Working at the inn and then the Bards festival and meeting Beliran was taking it’s toll on her. But she would not have missed it for anything in Middle-Earth. There was no other place she’d rather be than right here with Beliran. Looking at the man and Knight sitting on his horse leading the group made her feel...proud to be a part of his life if only for a time.</i><BR><BR><i>She was grateful for Erinhue‘s kindness in letting her ride Treble back. He had an easy going personality just as the Master Bard said and these last few days she found herself thanking him on more than one occasion. But Telta knew that she was going to regret it at the end of their journey. For the days spent travelling on horseback was not something she was used to and she ached in places she didn’t know could hurt.</i> <BR><BR><i>As she sat there half asleep she thought back over the time spent curled up beside the handsome knight just talking when they stopped to rest and it made her smile. The more time they spent together the deeper her feelings became for him. And she thought that he too felt the same way or at least she hoped he did.</i><BR><BR><i>The sleepy elf’s reverie was interrupted when Treble became fidgety. Telta shook the cobwebs from her mind and sat up quickly, regretting the movement when her aching muscles protested, wondering why Treble was so upset.</i><BR><BR><i>Looking around her the area seemed familiar and as they passed a small stream she realized it was the place she had first met Vana. The Lucky Fortune was near and Treble could sense it. The last remnants of sleep left her and she was wide awake. The Lucky Fortune was not far ahead and she too was excited. It meant they would soon be at the wedding of her friends Turelie and Hobbituk and she would be spending most of her time with Beliran. Life could not get any better.</i><BR><BR><i>But that brought up the problem of what to wear. And Telta could only think of one thing and she hoped it wasn’t in too bad a condition nor to inappropriate for the wedding. But she had not the time to find herself another outfit. It would have to do and she only hoped Beliran would not be embarrassed to be seen with her. A sigh escaped her...there was no helping that now. There was no time to worry about what she could have done. She was almost there.</i><BR><BR><i>Without a second thought to what she was doing and before Beliran could stop her Telta let Treble go and she bent over his neck letting the horse run knowing that he would head home to the stable outside of the Inn.</i><BR><BR>“Telta wait!”<i>The sound of Beliran calling after her was lost to the wind as it rushed by. Treble reached the stable and her hasty decision to race to the inn was soon rewarded by her legs giving out on her as soon as her feet touched the ground. </i><BR><BR><i>She grabbed at the saddle to steady herself but missed and slowly slid down towards the ground her aching body protesting loudly to what she had just put it through. Suddenly a strong pair of hands were there holding her preventing her from ending up in a heap on the cold ground....</i><BR><BR><BR>*******<BR>Telta-Bard Exemplar
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Postby PatriotBlade » Fri Nov 15, 2002 10:45 pm

<i>Heather finally got up and slipping on her cloak, she disapeared outside. She moved quickly to the stables, to her milk white elven mare and dug hthrough the saddlebag. Finally finding the small item she was looking for, she tucked it into a pocket on the inside of her cloak and went back in.<BR>She needed something to calm her nerves, but she didn't want to get drunk. Weddings were hard on her, no matter how happy she was for the couple.<BR>She went to the bar and ordered a glass of her vavorite Elvish Sweet Wine and sipped at it, forcing the tears to stay hidded in her green eyes.</i>
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Postby erinhue » Fri Nov 15, 2002 11:45 pm

In the Lucky Fortune's back office Erinhue sat with his long legs p stretched out on the desk. He was casually tossing playing cards at a card structure he had set up on the desktop.<BR><BR>"Ya know something, Hobbie," Erinhue observed as he watched the nervous hobbit pacing a rut in the carpet. "you are the first person I ever saw where that tea did not work. I suppose they weren't thinking of hobbits when they made the blend I suppose. <BR><BR>You'd best come sit down else you'll be worn out completly before ya get to the start."<BR><BR>"It's easy enough for you to talk, 'Hue." Hobbituk complained as he made another circuit of the room. "you never get nervous."<BR><BR>"That's not true!" Erinhue's protest was an automatic response. He stopped to think for a moment and then smiled. "Well maybe it is but that ain't the point. You need something to take your mind of things while we wait for the ladies to get ready. I'd let ya polish Agarak, that always helps me but I don't think the old worm would take kindly to being awakened just now."<BR><BR>The ensuing silence was only broken by the soft wisp of sound Hobbies pacing steps made on the wearing carpet.<BR><BR>"I know just the thing." Erinhue smiled brightly. "Hobbie, m'boy do ya know how ta play poker?"
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