Formal Ball in Imladris - All welcome! - Post-Awards Party

Pull out your pack and head on down to the Prancing Pony for some great Role Playing (try to stay in character)!

Postby Finrod_the_Faithful » Mon Jun 24, 2002 9:43 pm

[OOC- all are welcome, but there is a multi-Alliance truce in effect agrred to by Sauron himself (seeing as though the Twins convinced him that the party was partially in Legrace's honor) Thanks to Aerin and Alys for help with the decorations!]<BR><BR><BR><BR>Imladris, the Last Homely House, set in the fair Valley of Rivendell, was in the last stages of preparation for the night’s formal Post-Awards Ball. Twilight was upon the north of Middle earth, and many lamps and candles had been lit against the deepening evening. When the guests began to arrive, they would see the welcoming golden lamplight spilling out of the myriad windows and doors onto the manicured lawns and lush gardens. Reflections of the colored lights strung along the water’s edge and across the waterfall danced on the silvery surface in the cool, evening breeze. Colored lamps lighted the twisting paths of the gardens and woodlands around the house yet left in dark shadow many secluded spots where lovers liked to sit.<BR><BR>Having left the White Council Awards early, Elladan oversaw the preparations. So many fresh flowers filled the vases and the crystal bowls, their fragrance wafting on the cool night air, that he wondered how there could be any flowers left uncut in all Middle earth! <BR><BR>All the grooms were on duty to tend to the horses and vehicles of the guests. In the entry hall, a few servants stood ready to take cloaks or wraps; however, the balmy summer night made such things unnecessary. A large blue banner with white lettering read "Congratulations Winners!"<BR><BR>A high, curved archway on the left led off the entry hall to a broad landing. Three steps from there to the floor of the cavernous oval ballroom. Dozens of French doors stood open to the gardens, the dark blue gauzy curtains fluttering lightly in the breeze, the soft lighting catching the silver threads woven in them. The dais for the musicians was set on the far side, and in the wall a tall, cunning waterfall had been wrought of mossy stones. Diverted from the river, the water splashed merrily down to a lovely pool where a few people had already tossed coins.<BR><BR>A large raised area along the right hand wall holding many little tables and chairs for guests to sit and chat or watch the dancers. Another curved archway there opened into another large room where heavy platters of cold foods were being set out for the buffet supper. Several barmen and women were ready to serve drinks at the two bars on opposite ends of the room. <BR><BR>Elladan walked from room to room overseeing the preparations with a critical eye. The lighting was soft and romantic. Plenty of shadowy alcoves were available for trysts and stolen kisses, he saw with a nod of satisfaction, hoping to have some use for such a thing himself tonight.
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Postby crispycreme » Mon Jun 24, 2002 10:03 pm

<i>Crispy and his lovely lady Arwen740 entered into the the exquisitely decorated room, with a look of awe and appreciation at the hard work that was obviously done for this party. Crispy nodded to Elladan, and some of the other guests that had just begun to arrive, and sauntered over to the buffet table (well, not really.. launching toward the table like a dart out of a crossbow might be more appropriate of a description - since there seemed to be a gigantic fillet of smoked salmon with Crispy's name plastered all over it - fortunately he let go of Arwen's hand just before the launch, thus avoiding something catastrophic).
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Postby legolas the elf » Mon Jun 24, 2002 10:19 pm

<i>*Legolas' horse, knowing the state he was in from the champagne, treaded more carefully than usual. He wished the enchantress was attending the feast, but it seemed she would only be feasting on sleep that night.<BR><BR>Passing a few elves on the road traveling on foot, Legolas fell in line with them for a moment and offered them some of his champagne...*</i><BR><BR>"A bit of sustainment, if you will! Ha ha!!"<BR><BR><i>*He rode on up the road...enjoying the warm night air.....the House soon appeared down in the valley, on his right...He smiled with joy as he looked down at the lights!!!! The House was mesmerizing...especially in his champagne stupor.*</i><BR><BR>"On Courage!!" he said to his horse.<BR><BR><i>*Soon he reached the gate on the road...The elves on guard (lounging around drinking wine and laughing, more like it) greeted him warmly...He toasted to them and pulled from his bottle and carried on up to the House.<BR><BR>Leaping off his horse, he looked in awe at the House...He strode up onto the porch and walked in.</i><BR><BR>He was early...but not entirely the first...Crispy stood nearby at the buffet, while his lovely lady Arwen was found standing in the large foyer taking in the House and talking with the dwellers. Elladan stood among the small group...and smiled nodded at Legolas. Legolas approached and bowed.*</i><BR>"This place looks magnificent!!" he told the Eldarin host.<BR><BR>Legolas suddenly felt in his stomach what he assumed Crispy must have felt and, in turn, made his way to the buffet...he greeted the Baker excitedly*</i><BR><BR><i>"Great show, Crispy! I must say once again you have captivated us all!!"</i> Legolas immediately grabbed a plate and followed the Baker down the line...<BR><i>"Ooooo! Look at that!"</i><BR><i>"You gonna eat all of that?!?"</i><BR>...You know, buffet talk of like commenced.<BR><BR>(OOC: I've gotta get off line for the night and do some reading...I'll be back tomorrow.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> Goodnight folks!!! It's been fun tonight.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>...and leave some food on the buffet for the other guests, Crispy<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0>)
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Postby Naiore » Mon Jun 24, 2002 10:22 pm

Beyond the reach of the gentle lights floated a raised voice, exclaiming "By Eru's best sunday suit! It's a monster!" After some faint scuffling, a splash could be heard. Moments passed before Naiore appeared within the light's embrace, smiling faintly and accompanied by an unusual trio. Savage, her komodo companion, stalked at her side, tongue flicking as he assessed the new feeding range. A young man, his rank denoted on his uniform as that of captain was at her right shoulder, looking a triffle torn between alarm and amusement. At her left shoulder was an older man, a commander, who was dripping wet and muttering dourly. Naiore sighed, and bent to croon to Savage, encouraging him to find his entertainment where the guests would not see him. She sent him on his way with a,<BR><BR><i>Remember now, my love! Don't eat the guests or staff! That's for later!</i><BR><BR>Dulrain laughed nervously at that, Kert scowled at the young man, suspecting there was perhaps not as much merriment behind her words. But with Savage seen to, Naiore decided it was time to join the ball. Widening her smile, she approached Arwen, not looking back to see whether either her wet or dry escorts followed. Crispy was at the buffet table, adoring a piece of salmon by the looks of it, accompanied by an equally reverent (of the salmon at least) Legolas.<BR><BR><i>May I congratulate you on your nomination, Lady Arwen. I can only hope that in time I will come to achieve such an honour as you have. The ceremony was delightful, and not a spot of bother.<BR><BR>Your escort did a marvellous job.</i><BR><BR>Elladan was breezing about, casting a careful gaze over everything and she inclined her head graciously when he passed them by.
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Postby Arwen740 » Mon Jun 24, 2002 11:21 pm

Entering upon the arm of her beloved, Arwen took in the beauty of the hallway, the soft golden light, the silvery-blue curtains that whispered and sighed, the delicate laughter of the fountain; all giving a serene balance to the evening. <BR><BR>She admired Elladan's selection of fragrant flowers, the placement of candles and lanterns that reflected the warm, dancing glow of apricot and rose across the cool, gray stones. The rich laughter of ancient voices echoed throughout the hall as her dear friends collected and mingled. <BR>Arwen smiled as Legolas greeted Crispy at a table laden with food. Fresh fruits adorned mithril trays and various dishes glistened with heady sauces. Such exotic scents filled the air, mingling with the floral scents. The night was pungent with sweet romance. <BR><BR>Suddenly Arwen heard a strange hiss and thump as Naiore came through the archway. In the shadows she saw Naiore bend down to speak with a scaly friend and Arwen moved quickly to greet them. <BR><BR><i>Ah, Naiore! I am so pleased to see you here. Yes, the ceremony was exciting. I am so proud of Crispy's ability to bring all of these beings together in peace. It was quite an accomplishment, indeed. </i><BR><BR>Arwen smiled and knelt down to call Savage back inside. Then she looked into his face. <BR><BR><i> And you, dear Savage, are an extraordinary creature!</i><BR><BR>Looking deeply and with a calm smile into the beast's eyes, Arwen reached across to offer her hand in friendship. The great lizard waggled slightly upon its short feet, then flicked its tongue out to taste her open palm. As she ran her fingers gently along his jaw and neck, Savage gurgled and groaned. Then at Naiore's command he turned and swaggered quickly away, into the night. Arwen stood and smiled.<BR><BR><i> I remember becoming aquainted with the hooded snakes of the southern deserts while accompanying an old friend on her caravan, long ago. Though deadly, the snakes were very intelligent and could be taught to trust humans and elves. Come, let us find a refreshing drink and you can tell me of your adventures, dear Naiore.</i><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Sauron's_Nagging_Wife » Tue Jun 25, 2002 12:07 am

In aprivate room in Imladris, Naveen was making sounds of impatience as Legrace fussed over her. "It won't be long," the Dark Lady assured her serenely. "Don't wriggle so and it will be over faster."<BR><BR>A quick knock was followed by a young elven maiden entering with a delicate pair of silver sandals with tiny stilleto heels. With a laugh, Legrace shook her head. "Nay, my dear, under a long gown, such pretty torture devices are not necessary. Just a simple pair of dancing slippers will suffice."<BR><BR>She turned back to dressing Naveen's hair then. "Ah, if only I had a few of my own ladies here, theis would be easier."<BR><BR>"OW!" Naveen cried.<BR><BR>"Sorry. Keep still!"
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Postby Ronnan » Tue Jun 25, 2002 2:43 am

<i>Another madwoman!</i><BR><BR>Kert's mutter was louder than it should be as Arwen bent to stroke the moonstrous lizard. Dulrain levelled a dazzling smile at the woman, hoping she'd ignore the sodden officer. Dulrain certainly intended to. He swallowed as Savage returned to the shadows and caught a pleased spark in Naiore's emerald eyes. She nodded amicably and with Arwen went in search of refreshment. Dulrain bobbed aimlessly along in their wake, not entirely sure if he was supposed to or not. The elven lady certainly was as unusual and enigmatic as she was fair. Kert decided he had better things to do with his time, and that chiefly involved whiskey. If Dulrain wanted to wrap himself so tightly in whatever intrigue Naiore presented, then he'd let the younger man make a fool of himself. It would be the only way he learned.<BR><BR>Instead, Kert made for the bar.<BR><BR><i>Whiskey, double malt, three drams, no ice. Waste of good water and space in my glass.</i><BR><BR>Meanwhile, Dulrain hovered by Naiore, entirely ignored until she placed a perogatory hand on his arm. He smiled, relieved to see he had not been dumped upon arrival, and attended to whatever it was she was about to request. Naiore suggested that perhaps, if he did not think better of her suggestion, that a drink for herself and Arwen would be in order. He nodded, seeing a way to make an impression upon her for she seemed difficult to reach. Obviously, she was playing hard to get and damned well come to mention it. But this was Dulrain she was playing with, he'd never been turned aside yet. Bowing with gusto, he genteely inquired,<BR><BR><i>And what is it that the fairest of ladies desires by way of refreshment this night? It would be honour to see to your needs.</i><BR><BR>The very picture of male attentiveness, Dulrain waited patiently to know what it was that the Lady Arwen and Lady Naiore wished to refresh themselves with.
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Postby Finrod_the_Faithful » Tue Jun 25, 2002 3:13 am

Elrohir went out to the party and joined his brother. Many luminaries had already arrived. He did not, however, tell Elladan that Naveen was there.<BR><BR>"Where is the Lady Legrace?" <BR><BR>"Preparing to make her entrance," said Elrohir with a sigh.
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Postby Terry D » Tue Jun 25, 2002 5:27 am

Bongo, the mis-shapened ghost orc, floated in a hideous emptiness through the wall of a private room in Imladris. He stopped for a moment to admire Naveen. Then he fluttered towards the Lady Legrace. Before he neared, the fearsome beauty caught the ghost where he flew, immobilized in a spell. "And what is this intrusion, insect?" Sauron's Nagging Wife menaced.<BR><BR>"My Lady, dark is your power, mighty is your hand..."<BR><BR>"Enough! Get to it."<BR><BR>"Well, an elf, one that I have had dealings with, wishes an audience with you." Bongo let the message falter into a question...<BR><BR>Legrace, flicked a finger and Bongo dissipated into nothingness. With and explanation she left Naveen, in a moment she was in a discreet candlelit alcove. "Yes."<BR><BR>With an elven confidence, which usually turned into disgust in Legrace, Terry smiled. "I just wished to offer my congratulations, Lady. Thrice blessed you have made us. I have never considered you as enemy. Your brilliance, though some may think dark, has always spoken to my heart, with its brilliance, as worthy. Without your guidance the Trolls of Darkness would have nothing. Lady Legrace, you would stand as noble, with the Fair, if you so desired."<BR><BR>Legrace lifted a brow in subdude annoyance. Terry was familiar with her subtlties, he hesitated no longer. "We seem to have been chosen, in a delightful way. As opposites? No, I think not. Mutual? I would never dare to share equality with thee Lady. Yet, we are cohabitaional? Shall I say? Awarded, for our similarity?" <BR><BR>Emboldened with this mutual connectivity, he took her hand. With respect, he kissed, held it for a moment with his warmth, feeling the responsive sensual seduction, which was Lady Legrace's unconscious aura. His warmth and her dark fire mingled, as their fingers glided apart. <BR><BR>With his green eyes fixed on the depth of her beauty, Terry went closer, as if falling into chasm of desireous death. His arms were sure, strong and quick, yet he knew it was only with her tolerance that he drew near. The embrace was brief, but an ethereal lava flowed into the elf, threatening to burn him, as he dared to touch the Forbidding Dame. His lips briefly touched hers, the sizzling released blisiters, as a gift, to his lips and tongue. Terry held on for one last, brief eternity... "Without a doubt YOU are the sexy one!"<BR><BR>Terry vanished in a hurried exit. Down the familiar hallways of Imladris,.. he had to find something to drink, something cool. His lips were molten, his thirst unquenched...
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Postby Terry D » Tue Jun 25, 2002 6:25 am

Terry had little trouble acqiring his therapeutic elixir. It was cooling, as a healers touch, it was intoxicating, as an Elven Lady's smile. He touched his blistered lips and felt the tiny bubbles dissapearing. Sequestered in his sleeping chamber, Terry stripped off his beer and champagne soaked tuxedo. The irridescence of Arwen's "blush" coated the tux with its glowing moth dust.<BR><BR>Terry stood for a moment considering his choices. With ease he stepped into velvet, tree-bark brown pants, which tightly covered him in near modesty. His shirt was silken smooth, it flounced in a flourish of rich emerald green, with draped double sleeves. The under-sleeve was autumn scarlet, the oversleeve wrapped green and gold, in a leafy coil around his arms. Knee-high leather boots added a distinguished, willowy appearance. Last, he shouldered a hooded cape, of dark forest green.<BR><BR>Now, gifts for his honored friends. Noble, elegant, magical beings they were, Elian Ranel, Sauron's Nagging Wife, erinhue, mr. bunny, wilko 185, Smaugsbane, Barad-dur, Legolas the Elf, SilverScribe, FrodoTook, sandra and tuile. What gifts to honor those who pass into myth? Well, later, I have time.<BR><BR>Then the image of Lady tuile, never tarrying far, reminded Terry of last night's frolic. He had escorted her to her bed chambers early this morning. Her sheer elegance, had a touch of antiquity. Perhaps from the champagne? Yet, she still invoked an environment of mirth and vitality. She was ever light on this earth, and a light in his heart. He left her dressing in very, very fine layers of fabrics, lace, silk brocade, glossy with a hint of metallic gleam, yet, organic with jeweled fire, colors light and shimmering.<BR><BR>His thoughts of tuile made him smile, then, laugh out loud. He hoped that he would have the privilege tonight to be near her, if only for a moment. He glanced into the mirror, nodded, then poured red wine into a golden goblet. He extinquished the candles and left his chambers. The celebration awaited with expectation of wild splendor.<BR>
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Postby Bardhwyn » Tue Jun 25, 2002 9:54 am

<i>It was a red dress in the style of the Easterlings, who, because of the dry heat of their lands, have a saying when comes to clothing.. less is more. <BR><BR>Bardhwyn had the style somewhat altered for she always prefered long sleeves, for obvious reasons. A single piece of red cloth appeared as if draped over her, then pulled tightly at the waist to reveal her figure, hourglass in proportion. The neckline was low and the draped folds of cloth hanging from her shoulders accentuated her throat and neck. The skirt was straight in its line with two long slits, one up each leg allowing her freedom of movement. On her feet, sleek and simple sandals of gilded leather. <BR><BR>Bardhwyn entered the Last Homely House looking eagerly about and marveling at the myriad of candles and cut flowers. Verily the night air was in bloom, perfumed with every sweet scented bud imaginable. <BR><BR>She scanned the guests, all beautifully attired, all very glamourous and slowly it occured to Bardhwyn...she knew no one! Many of the guests she knew at sight but had not been introduced, some she had never seen before...Scribbles had not arrived, nor had Wisteria.<BR><BR>She suddenly felt very self conscious and a blush rose on her cheeks.</i><BR><BR>
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Postby Finrod_the_Faithful » Tue Jun 25, 2002 10:06 am

As they moved through the room greeting people and making small talk, Elladan and Elrohir kept alert for recent arrivals whether familiar or not. With a little grin, Elladan, the "Playboy of Imladris" noticed the unaccompanied lady in the red dress.<BR><BR>Excusing himself from his chat, he moved over to the landing where the woman stood looking slightly uncertain. "Welcome to Imladris, my dear," he said as he went up the three steps to her. "I d not believe we have met. I am Elladan. I don't remember seeing you at the awards. I suppose my brother was the one to hand you your invitation." A charming grin turned up the corners of his mouth.
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Postby Crystal_Arwen » Tue Jun 25, 2002 10:26 am

<i>CArwen entered the party after leaving the awards, and had borrowed ElfAngel's limo to change in the back of, itno something a bit more appropriate, a red silk dress with a modestly small slit up the side , draped neckline and gold and ruby necklace. Her hair was done up in hundreds of timy coils held in place with a few gold clips and a few rubies sparkled in her hair.She went to the bar and hoped that ElfAngel would turn up soon, she didn't know anyone here...</i>
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Postby Bardhwyn » Tue Jun 25, 2002 11:00 am

<i>Bardhwyn turned to look into the eyes of an Elf, taller than she. His lips wore a charming grin.</i><BR><BR>"No, I don't believe I've had the pleasure. My name is Bardhwyn.." <i>Bardhwyn extended her hand, grateful for the warm, and charming greeting.</i>".. and did you say Elladan?"<BR><BR><i>Elladan nodded his head as he artfully took her extended hand and kissed it, lightly. Bardhwyn's chest tightened and she felt her cheeks grow hot with an even more intense blush. A radiant smile rose on her lips, none the less, for it was delightful to be treated so elegantly... </i> <BR><BR>"I was at the awards. I arrived late, unfortunately so perhaps we missed each other. I would remember seeing you, of that - I am sure."<BR><BR><i>Bardhwyn withdrew her hand slowly, feeling the sweep of Elf's warm skin as she did so. They were beautiful hands, strong , yet soft and her finger tips tingled. Unconsciously, she lightly swept her tongue across her parched lips. She took in a slow, deep breath, savouring the man's touch and continued...</i><BR><BR>"I am sorry but I don't have an invitation. I was asked to come along by SilverScribe. She's not yet arrived, though... I am happy to wait off to one side until she does. I don't want to be a bother."<BR><BR><i>Bardhwyn pointed in the direction of small window seat off in the corner of the entrance foyer and made motion towards it when Elladan gently placed his hand on her arm, sending a tingle of shivers up to the nape of her neck, causing her to shiver slightly. She looked at Elladan with a faint trace of wonder in her eyes...'What magic is in this man's touch?' </i>
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Postby SilverScribe » Tue Jun 25, 2002 11:43 am

<BR><i> She had altered the Portal Spell just enough to have it take her to the Swans Anchor in Ost-in Edhil <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>. With a gesture, she left it hovering in the air behind her as she changed out of the body hugging but stifling black leathers and the maroon cloak, which she hung carefully.<BR><BR>She took a last glance in the glass, it would have to do. She chuckled nervously to herself, it had done well enough for marrying the Master Bard to his radiant bride Aerin Clearstream at Beltaine and besides, it was the only true finery she possessed. Eru himself knew that there was nothing on Arda that would see the Warrior Scribe in a dress. Stepping back into the portal, she murmured a few soft words, seconds later, she was deposited onto the wide, glistening gravel path that led to the Last Homely House.<BR><BR>She was clad in trousers of rich dark green suede, which clung to and emphasized her long muscular legs without giving the appearance of being overly tight. Soft black suede boots rose to the middle of her well turned calves and the black belt with the plain, bright mithril buckle encircled her hips. A collarless shirt of soft, pale green linen, with only the top button left undone, was topped with a well fitted vest that matched her trousers. And over the wide shoulders, swung a hooded and hip-length cape of fine, matching dark green wool, very elegantly made but plainly cut. It was clasped loosely at her throat with her Bard Exemplar pin, the only visible jewellery she wore.<BR><BR>She moved up the steps and then slipped sideways into a shadowed bower, pushing the hood back off her pearly bright hair and raking both hands through the unruly mane. She sighed, content for the moment to just drink in the heady and familiar atmosphere of Imladris, a place she had spent many years, happily buried in the Archives and Libraries.<BR><BR>Her dark blue-violet eyes followed the TORC luminaries already present. Naturally shy, she hoped that she would not make a complete fool of herself if the opportunity arose to congratulate any of the Award winners. <BR><BR>Suddenly, she spotted the Archer of Dale and clapped a hand over her mouth in surprise. Yowzer, what a dress!! </i><BR><BR>“Boy, when she said red, she MEANT red. Still, sets off her hair awfully well, and at least one of the twins seems to agree . . .”<BR><BR><i>She would have to remember to compliment Bardhwyn sometime during the evening. </i><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby earendil81 » Tue Jun 25, 2002 2:08 pm

<i>Eari had taken the Portal from the Awards to Rivendell. She had not had the time to congratulate all of the winners for she had gone back to her hotel after the intermission, that was quite a long distance of the theatre. She had not stayed long but she could not stand the crowd. While going out of the place she had been glad to hear that Scribbles had won the newbie of the year, but she had followed the rest of it by radio. She relaced her leather sandals in front of Rivendell's gates and entered.<BR><BR>She gasped when she stepped in the place; it was breathtaking… She had been in Rivendell only twice with Aragorn and the Rangers, and she was all but a child at that time. The only things she remembered of it were that Bilbo Baggins had sung some of his rhyms for her child's ears. She had loved the music of her father's kin though she could not understand it. In Imladris was something comparable to Lorien, an atmosphere, an essence; she shook her head – Of course there was, there Elrond used to dwell, he who kept Vilya the greatest of the Three. <BR><BR>The place had been splendidly decorated, and while going to the hall where voices could be heard, she could land her iris-blue eyes on anything; all her child's souvenirs came back in her mind, but now all of this was alive. She wished Halbarad was here to see it once again. Finally she arrived in front of blue curtains, she drew them aside to find herself facing all those who had already arrived; she noticed Crispy, the most talented 'master of ceremonies' she had ever seen, his beautiful Lady, Legolas – she grinned as any time she saw him – Scribbles and Bardwhyn, wearing a splendid red dress and the twin brothers. They would not remind her, for she still was young when she left the Rangers to take her own way towards Gondor, and the past years had changed her a lot. But she remembered both of them, though she would not be able to tell which one was who. <BR><BR>She finally decided she would go and see Scribbles. Holding her blue silk dress, the very same she had at the Awards, she walked to her friend, greeted her and then</i><BR><BR>Congratulations for your Award Scribbles. I heard you won when I was leaving the theatre and I could not congratulate properly. I heard that 'you did not show your bard qualities'; that is what the radio tells. You know what it is like…<BR>
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Postby Sauron's_Nagging_Wife » Tue Jun 25, 2002 2:18 pm

[OOC -Bongo, the mis-shapened ghost orc? <i>snickering</i>]<BR><BR><BR><BR>Rolling her eyes, chuckling, and shaking her head, Legrace watched Terry’s quick, and rather pained, departure. Though of the House of Elwe and not Finwe, the D-meister had always amused her ever since she had gently booted him out of Tempest’s Bachlorette party long ago for attempting to chat up an underage female. Now, however, it seemed that the cheeky fellow had finally discovered the danger of stealing a kiss.<BR><BR>Going back to Naveen, she found the uncharacteristically nervous and grumpy former thief frowning at herself in the looking glass and tugging the neckline upward. “Naveen,” she sighed. “It happens to be a rather modest neckline. Are you ready?”<BR><BR>“About the least modest thing I’ve ever worn.” Naveen turned one way and then the other, frowning even more unpleasantly at her image. “Not quite ready.”<BR><BR>Legrace’s dark eyes briefly examined her own appearance and the elegant Grecian gown: close fitting bodice with softly gathered folds of fabric revealing the dangerously low neckline, and full, flowing skirts perfect for dancing. The pure white silk had thus far escaped having anything spilled on it (almost miraculously, it seemed). In fact, only the Dark Lord’s hands had come into contact with any part of her during the whole ceremony although she had seen many people eyeing the Black Diamonds of Mordor worn at her throat in a delicate mithril necklace with the largest diamond hanging down in her cleavage. A few strands of red hair had escaped the upswept twist; however, there was no time to repair it now.<BR><BR>“Very well. I am going for a drink. See you in the ballroom.” Ignoring the look of panic that the mortal woman shot her, the Dark Lady left her and went down the hall to the entry hall. Although she had visited the Elf Manor of Rivendell many times, everything seemed magically different, romantic, otherwordly. One of the least romantic females she knew, Legrace was nevertheless charmed by the sensory pleasures of the soft lighting, the strong Noldorian color scheme, the exquisite caress of the velvety evening breeze, the subtle fragrance of the countless blossoms.<BR><BR>When she entered the ballroom, she stood for a moment on the landing and looked around in deep contentment. Yes, the old place <i>was</i> magical tonight. The musicians were just taking their places and tuning up their instruments, Elladan was already chatting with an unaccompanied female, Elrohir was moving through the crowd, playing the role of the co-host rather well. A young lady dressed in trousers – another Naveen!! And there was the naughty Naiore chatting with Arwen, she thought with a humorous grin, wondering if that lady would remember her manners tonight---<BR><BR>An audible sigh of annoyance escaped her lips as she saw that Elrohir had dumped her plaques on the floor by the band. Men! Smoothing her palms over her skirts, the moved down the steps, intending to cross the dancefloor and get herself a drink in the next room.<BR><BR>
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Postby Raiden » Tue Jun 25, 2002 2:26 pm

Raiden entered the party with a nervous look painted on his handsome face. He tried to appear natural and at ease, but as always, he failed miserably. He swallowed as he saw various lovely women dressed in long, sparkling gowns. He hoped no one would ask him to dance. It wasn't that he was a bad dancer, in truth he was remarkable. It was just that he could never keep up a conversation with a woman long enough to stop stumbling over his words.<BR><BR>He took up permanent residence by the punch bowl, and many thought he was one of the guards, with his gallant stance and shifty gaze. He hoped he would see someone from his class here, because they were the only people he knew. If only he had convinced his sister to accompany him here tonight, but she had been too busy to bother with a "silly ball." He would be much happier outside, with the horses, he thought to himself with a slight grin.
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Postby Naveen » Tue Jun 25, 2002 2:29 pm

<i>“OW!”</i> Naveen cried.<BR><BR><i>“Sorry. Keep still!”</i> Legrace sighed.<BR><BR>Dark eyes glowering as she sat ungracefully at the dressing table, Naveen looked in the mirror. She looked so different with her hair pulled up. Her slender neck was exposed and she put a hand on it feeling a little ill as ease; why had she agreed to Legrace’s suggestion to dress her for the Ball?<BR><BR><i>‘Because she wore the leather pants you gave her you dolt.’</i> Naveen pouted to herself.<BR><BR>Legrace swiveled the chair around to face her and cast a critical eye upon the thief from Harad. Amazing what a good brushing did to the unruly mane of hair. A couple of twists and a few carefully placed pins held the curly mass of dark hair to the back of her head with long tendrils cascading from the top to brush against her shoulders. Reaching out, she pulled a few tendrils loose around Naveen’s face to frame the high cheekbones that were flushed.<BR><BR><i>“Are you blushing my dear?”</i> Legrace laughed lightly.<BR><BR><i>“I don’t blush!”</i> Naveen replied hotly, her cheeks flushing more.<BR><BR>Ignoring the remark, Legrace turned and opened the door as another quiet knock sounded. A few whispered words were said to the elven girl Naveen saw trying to peek around the door and then Legrace was walking towards her with her arms extended. Soft, dusky rose-colored fabric fluttered from her arms as she held them up.<BR><BR><i>“Your dress has arrived, and not a moment too soon.”</i><BR><BR><i>“I’m wearing that?”</i> Naveen gulped, her palms suddenly moist. <BR><BR>Eyes twinkling with merriment, Legrace laughed such as she had not since…then smiled. Her mood was high with the excitement of the evening. Many may of thought the dark lady of Mordor intimidating and quailed with fear when her temper was aroused, but Naveen knew better. The time to fear Legrace was when she was in a mood such as this one. <BR><BR>Standing slowly and clutching the collar of her dressing gown together at the neck, Naveen felt a tiny tremble in the pit of her stomach. Realizing that there was no turning back, she glanced longingly at her leathers tossed across the back of a fragile chair, then back to Legrace.<BR><BR><i>“Ok,”</i> she muttered under her breath as she told herself silently, <i>‘Think of this as a challenge…’</i> Her nerves steadied, <i>‘…there is a great prize to be gained…’</i> her pulse quickened, but her breathing slowed. The edge of her mouth curved slightly up and she raised her chin, her eyes suddenly alight with anticipation. Fingers loosened their grip and shrugging her shoulders, the dressing gown fell to the floor.<BR><BR>Legrace held out the dress with a satisfied grin and watched as Naveen stepped into it and pulled it up over her hips, fastening the tiny buttons as Naveen turned her back to her.<BR><BR>The color was perfect for Naveen’s complexion of creamed coffee; it brought a rosy glow to her skin. The sleeveless bodice fitted her like her leathers and felt smooth and sleek against her skin. <i>‘Maybe this isn’t so bad, at least my arms are unencumbered,’</i> she rationalized. The gauzy fabric of the skirt fell in soft folds to the floor, floating gently with the slightest movement she made. <i>‘And the skirt is light enough that I can easily gather it up out of the way.’</i><BR><BR>Legrace watched the transformation in silence. Gone was the thief of Harad who dressed and fought like a man. Naveen reminded her of a rare desert flower she had once seen long ago; a delicate blossom surrounded by thorns that had bloomed briefly and has not been seen since.<BR><BR><i>“Now I must go and ready myself,”</i> Legrace softly told Naveen.<BR><BR><i>“Thank you Legrace.”</i> Naveen said sincerely, her thoughts turning to her friend and impulsively hugging her. <i>“And congratulations on all of the awards. They are all well deserved.”</i><BR><BR>Legrace left the room and briefly through the open door, the sound of musicians warming up drifted in. Naveen closed the door quietly and sank back against it briefly to gather her thoughts, then bent and removed the dancing slippers. <BR><BR><i>‘But these will not do.’</i><BR><BR>Seated at the dressing table once more, she reached for her boots shoved underneath the table and pulled them on one at a time. Standing and flexing her feet, she smiled to herself; she could feel the cool metal of her hidden knives against her calves. <i>‘This is better.’</i><BR><BR>Leaving the private room and looking around to get her bearings, Naveen took a little used back stairway down to the main floor and the ballroom. She was thirsty and all she wanted now was a glass of wine.<BR><BR><BR>~aka Hunter~<BR><BR><BR>(ooc I would like to congratulate all of the nominnees in attendance so far (Arwen and Finrod) and of course all of the winners: Legolas, Silver Scribe, Terry D and last but not least, Legrace! (SNW), Yea!!!<BR><BR>Oops!!! Sorry SNW, Our posts crossed!!! I wasn't able to post last night after work because the @#!*&* IP was down untill now!
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Postby *Silvertears* » Tue Jun 25, 2002 2:53 pm

Silvertears stepped into the soft, golden light. A smile playeed on her face, and her skin was a shimmering grey, pleasing to the eye. She ran her hands down the flattering white dress, the silver wire embroidered carfully into designs of the asphodel. It was simple, and flattering, she knew. Yet she could not help but be nervous, as so many of her betters wandered about, or had promised to arrive soon. Her silver hair cascaded in waves down her back, shining and simplistic. She hoped that she appeared decently, and she had really tried. The assassin had come without any weapons, even her customary twin daggers, so she felt a little... helpless. But it was nothing. They were under truce, so she would leave them at home. <BR><BR>Her bottomless eyes scanned the room, smiling at those she knew and those she didn't. After a moment, she made for the punch bowl. A man stood by it, like a sentinal. She smiled quizzically at him, before pouring herself a drink, and then, sipping at the delicious refreshment, spoke.<BR><BR>"It promises to be a wonderful party, don't you think?" She smiled above her glass, a gentle curving of lips. He jumped, startled at her words, or her in general, but which, Silver could not tell.
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Postby Raiden » Tue Jun 25, 2002 3:04 pm

Raiden was clearly startled by the woman in the white dress. He tried to think of a witty reply, but all that came out was, <i>"I suppose so."</i> His face reddened slightly and he got himself a glass of punch, which he drank hastily.<BR><BR>Then, his face paled. Across the room coming towards them was Legrace. He made a strange noise in his throat and Silvertears looked at him in alarm. <i>"Are you alright?"</i> she asked gently.<BR><BR><i>"That...that woman. I know her,"</i> he stuttered.<BR><BR><i>"Who? Oh, Legrace. Yes, she is well-known around here. Do you wish to speak with her?"</i> the lady asked.<BR><BR><i>"Heavens no!"</i> the young man exclaimed emphatically. <i>"I once had the misfortune to stumble into her class on Seduction, and she promptly used me as an 'object lesson.' I had no idea she would be here!"</i> He was visibly in a panic and sought to use Silvertears as some sort of barrier to the lovely red-haired lady who was walking towards them. Silvertears seemed amused by it all.
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Postby Finrod_the_Faithful » Tue Jun 25, 2002 3:47 pm

The musicians were nearly ready for the first dance, Elrohir noticed, but before he could locate Elladan, his attention was caught by a man, an officer, whose clothes and hair were completely saturated, going into the buffet and bar room. The squishing of his sodden boots was audible, and little puddles remained in his wake. With a subtle signal to some of the staff, he summoned a servant with a mop to quickly clear it up, for such things were dangerous on the dance floor.<BR><BR>Then, for a moment, he stood transfixed as the Dark Lady of Mordor entered looking drop-dead gorgeous in her white gown. In all the time he had known her, this was only the third time he had seen her wear a color other than dark blue. Incongruent as the color white was for the wife of the Dark Lord, it suited her. In the room full of slim, delicate beauties, the luscious Maia stood out in all her radiant loveliness. She didn’t see him and made her way through the gawking crowd instead towards the buffet room, probably to get a bite to eat or, knowing her, a drink.<BR><BR>Elladan was weaving his ubiquitous magic spell with a very nice young lady, he noticed with a grin. Another woman whom he vaguely recognized had arrived dressed in elegant suede trousers, reminding him strongly of Naveen, whom he had escorted through the portal along with Legrace; however, the two women had abandoned him immediately upon their arrival, leaving him to his hosting duties. Speaking with her was a pretty maiden in blue whom he did not recognize.<BR><BR>Going, then up the steps, past the tables and passing into the buffet room, he caught sight of a lady with silver hair. Where had he seen her before? Some vague recollection made him think that she had been one of Elladan’s numerous paramours....<BR><BR>A chuckle escaped his lips as he saw a formally dressed and obviously uncomfortable Knight of Rohan gaping rudely at Legrace as the lady approached. Then, the fellow seemed to be trying to hide behind the slim lady. Another chuckle escaped his lips and he took a pace with Crispycreme, Legolas, and the man in the wet clothes at the bar. “Evening, lads,” he said as he waited for his usual shot of tequila. “It’s going to be one of those nights.” <BR>
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Postby Finrod_the_Faithful » Tue Jun 25, 2002 4:15 pm

<BR>As his warm, gray eyes examined the pretty young lady with interest, he reached out to place his hand on my arm. “How could such a one as you ever be a bother?” he asked gently, a crooked grin brightening his elven-fair face. “Nay, Miss Bardhwyn, and no invitation is necessary, for tonight’s revelry is open to all.” <BR><BR>Almost involuntarily, he raised his hand and his fingertips brushed lightly against her throat, then traced a scar that ran down the side of her face. The tuning of the musicians distracted him and he stopped to glance over his shoulder at the band on their dais, thus catching a sight of his brother disappearing into the buffet room. <i>Always thinking of his stomach,</i> he thought crossly, then grinned, because he knew it was not true.<BR><BR>Turning back to his companion, Elladan smiled again. “The first dance shall be a Viennese waltz, very fast. I would be honored if you would stand up with me for that one, my dear Miss Bardhwyn.”<BR><BR>[ooc, sorry, folks, sometimes I need a spearate post for each twin. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>]
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Postby Naiore » Tue Jun 25, 2002 4:17 pm

Dulrain had been sent to retrieve some champagne and Naiore was presented with the interesting challenge of speaking of herself without causing offence for the lovely Arwen. The music started to float through the air, and Naiore knew it would not be long before Arwen's escort retrieved her. It was generally frowned upon to dance with salmon in public. She smiled disarmingly and hoped her words would suffice.<BR><BR><i>There is little to tell of myself, for I am but recently returned to these lands. I have been south for many years and far from such events as these...<BR><BR>Tell me, Lady Arwen, if you please. Do they hold these... balls often here in the north?</i><BR><BR>As Naiore spoke, she noted with keen observation the arrival of guests. All indications suggested that this would be an interesting night. It had been some time since last she danced, so long ago that the memories were distant. She had done much since last she danced as those around her were, and none of it really suited the telling on a night like this. Her gaze drifted across the dance floor and to those that stood at its side. Yes, an interesting night indeed.<BR><BR>
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Postby Freahelm » Tue Jun 25, 2002 4:27 pm

Freahelm readily handed over Blanca's reigns to the groom, knowing the superior reputation of elvish grooms was well deserved. He made his way toward the entrance, slowly, however, so as to breathe deeply of the cool evening air and let his senses immerse themselves in the atmosphere of the evening. He would have been quite willing to remain in the garden for the remainder of the evening, marveling at the soft but overpowering beauty of the elvish gardens. <BR><BR>The crisp evening air, and the mountains that towered above the valley reminded him of his own small home he had established for himself during the summer months in the White Mountains, above the fields of the Riddermark, only, somehow, it felt almost as if this was his home, and Rohan a land he had been merely visiting for a long while. He shook his head in bemused wonder at the thought, and wondered if the famed vale of Imladris had this effect on its other visitors.<BR><BR>He at last approached the broad and well lighted entrance, and felt suddenly hesistant. He hadn't attended the awards ceremony, but he had heard of the preparations for the ball in Rivendell, and had gotten the impression the invitation was a very general one. But then, how he would have attend the award ceremony in Gondor and the ball in Rivendell on the same night was beyond his powers imagination. Even the steeds of the <i>mearas</i> didn't travel that fast…<BR><BR>He stopped in front of the few servants clustered just within the interior of the entryway, who had a distinct lack of garments to receive and store. One offered to take his helmet, but politely and firmly declined. His helm was every bit a part of his regalia as his polished riding boots, dark green tunic emblazoned with a white horse, ornamental dagger, tucked in an obviously unornamental leather belt, and the intricately woven braids of flaxen hair that rested below the iron helm, which was adorned with a crest of horsehair. <BR><BR>His former apprehension seemed unfounded, as none had yet questioned his presence. The knight of Rohan continued his meandering way through the broad archway on his left, where the ballroom was revealed to his sight in all its glory. He nodded in quiet respect at the decorations, which, had they been done by humans, would have seemed ostentatious and gaudy. As it was, the entire room seemed to reflect a strong feeling of nobility and grandeur, while the tinkling laughter of water cascading into the pool underwrote the scene with a feeling of mirth, bubbling up from within. Freahelm smiled broadly as he took in the scene, and took note of where to acquire food and drink. <BR><BR>After a moment of silent cogitation, Freahelm decided it would be most fitting to seek out the generous hosts, or host, if one or the other was too preoccupied with other matters, and greet him and, perhaps, make certain his presence was not unwelcome.
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Postby SilverScribe » Tue Jun 25, 2002 5:48 pm

<BR><i> Scribbles smiled as Eari joined her in the little bower. </i><BR><BR>“Ah, thank you kindly Eari, and yes, I’m afraid I was rather tongue tied tonight. Shock tends to do that to me y’know. I really do hope Master Erinhue will not be too displeased with me.”<BR><BR><i> She turned her attention back to the festivities, and to screwing up her courage. ‘Gods teeth’, the Peredhil muttered to herself, ‘you can gut a half dozen orcs before breakfast on the battlefield, but a genteel crowd like this turns you into hopeless muck.’ Well, her father had raised a warrior, not a lady, and she was stuck with it.<BR><BR>She watched with renewed interest as one of Elronds twins, Elrohir, glanced her way. She was fairly certain the prince of Rivendell would not remember her, after all, the warrior half-elf had graced Elrond's halls for only a meagre hundred years, and they had never formally met. She smiled to herself at the only real clear memory she had of both the twins. Hmmm yes, the waterfall, an unseasonably hot day and they thought no one about. She had been ensconced in the shade of some large ferns, reading, the mossy shades of her tunic blending perfectly with the surroundings. They of course, had been too busy skinnydipping to notice.<BR><BR>Her stomach suddenly rumbled loudly and she turned to Eari.</i><BR><BR>“I’m feeling a little peckish. What do you say we go relieve Lord Crispy of some of that salmon?”<BR><BR><i> Eari laughed and agreed, so they smoothly made their way into the main ballroom. Scribbles winked at Bardhwyn as she passed, and couldn’t resist mouthing a few silent words as she passed the Archer, the main gist being something akin to ‘scrummy elf’.</i><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby *Silvertears* » Tue Jun 25, 2002 6:24 pm

"An 'Object Lesson' in Seduction? Oh, how charming. The Dark Lady of Mordor could seduce the very earth beneath our feet if it struck her fancy." She offered the man a merry smile as he scooted out of view of the stunning Maia.<BR><BR>She thought to herself, a bit laughingly, <i>Well, if I'm to be his block against Lady Legrace, (not that she doesn't get anything she wants), I might as well learn his name. He seems interesting enough to have 'stumbled into' one of Legrace's classes...</i><BR><BR>"Ah, but I am being rude! I have not introduced myself. I am called Silvertears..." She held out her hand, delicately, and smiled again.
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Postby Bardhwyn » Tue Jun 25, 2002 6:26 pm

<i>His touch was exquisite, almost ecstatic. The sensation of his fingertips gliding down her face was a delight. For a moment her scar, a source of pain in danger and a mark that shamed her, was a source of pure pleasure - the tingling traveled giddily down her neck and chest. Never before had she felt this and she knew she wanted more. <BR><BR>She heard his voice and quickly recollected herself, stilling her breathing. She blushed yet again and idly adjusted the folds of red supple cloth that draped about her neck. She briefly pressed her fingertips to her chest, just above the slight show of cleavage and there she felt her heart beating quickly. Another deep and slow breath escaped her.</i><BR><BR>“Please, Elladan, you may call me Bea.” <i>She smiled and looked into the warm depth of his eyes. She’d given few men permission to call her this. Should she tell him so? She thought better of it. She reached out and lightly coaxed a stray strand of dark hair back behind his ear, lightly brushing its tip as she did so. Out of the corner of her eye she spied Scribbles and she smiled.</i><BR><BR>“A waltz did you say? Viennese? It would be my pleasure. I’ve not danced in a long while and I do love it so.” <i>She held out her hand and he took it, firmly though gently and together they descended the few steps to the marble dance floor.</i><BR><BR>“And very fast, did you say. Delightful.” <i>She leaned in towards her escort.</i> “I sometimes prefer the quick pace, though at times the slower the pace, the better. It all depends on my mood … oh, and that of my partner, of course.” <i>She said, lowly. She thought, perhaps, his grin widened ever so slightly but she wasn’t sure. The grip of his hand tightened, however as they descended the last step.<BR><BR>A Rider of the Mark, in full regalia walking confidently and tall, intercepted their slow advance to a place on the dance floor. Bardhwyn watched him approach, then cast a lingering glance at Elladan and wondered if this night would be filled with nothing but handsome males. </i><BR><BR>“I think this gentleman wishes to speak to you, Elladan.” <i>She said with a smile.</i>
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Postby Raiden » Tue Jun 25, 2002 6:50 pm

<i>"My name is Raiden, of the Royal Guards of Rohan, and it's a pleasure to meet you,"</i> he said quickly to Silvertears. <i>"I wish it could have been under more pleasant circumstances."</i> Legrace was getting closer, and he was sure that she had seen him. His pulse quickened and his hands began to sweat. He looked around wildly, suddenly aware that Silvertears was not the best block against the approaching lady.<BR><BR>He heard music in the background and the gently sounds of laughter from an adjoining room. He did the one thing he could think of to diffuse the situation. <i>"Would you care to dance, lady Silvertears? I think the ballroom is over there..."</i>
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Postby *Silvertears* » Tue Jun 25, 2002 7:16 pm

Silver's smile broadened into a grin, and she consented.<BR><BR>"A dance would be quite lovely, I am sure." She brushed her silver hair out of her face and took his arm. He was shaking a bit, probably from the proximity of the Lady of Mordor, and Silver knew that Legrace was the only reason she had a dance partner at the moment.<BR><BR>Raiden elegantly swirled her into the dance, and his color seemingly returned. Silver smiled, just for him, as he was a skilled dancer. He seemed a bit reluctant to look at her, though. Her gaze was called powerful, by some, but not enough to cause him to find other things to look at.
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