Depths of Darkness

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Postby foodaddict » Wed Mar 24, 2004 2:52 am

<em>Clang</em>.<BR>The soft clatter in the darkness went unheeded, as it would seem. Soft moonbeams filtered through the wide windows of the airy room and illuminated the sparse furniture that filled in the moderate space. There was a small writing desk and chair, a lamp that's light had long burned out, and a bed that could accomodate one fairly large person. Whatever the room lacked in furniture, however, it made up for in clutter. Several half-emptied bottles of varying kinds of liquor were littered about, an alarming number of unwashed shirts draped over the chair, and large sheafs of parchment on the floor along with two broken quills. The remaining neat corner was to the right of the bed, wherein there were several large velvet bags and a rack that contained lovingly cared for armor and weapons. <BR>Lying on the bed was a tall, long-limbed form that was perfectly still and silent. Not even the person's breathing could be heard, and in the darkness one would have eerily thought of a corpse than a slumbering being.<BR>In truth, however, the person was neither of these.<BR>Glinting amber eyes were swiftly adjusting to the darkness, surveying the room with part irritation and part caution. Several moments passed before a soft, exasperated sigh sounded in the darkness followed by the soft sounds of coarse cloth as the theif climbed out of bed.<BR><em>Damn</em>, Leonorica cursed mentally, staring at the velvet bag that had come undone at the top. The golden coronet she had managed to loot from a passing Harad trading ship was lying on the floor, the bloodred rubies winking at her in an irritating fashion. <BR><em>Mocking me, are you?</em> she thought with contempt as she picked up the coronet and shoved it roughly back into the bag. <em>Well you belong to me now, so you ought to be on your best behavior or I'll toss you into the sea where the salt will eat at you and your only admirers will be drowned men and dumb fish.</em><BR>Satisfied that she'd given the insolent accessory the crushing setdown it deserved, she tied the bag securely closed and straightened, looking pensively about the room. She'd had far too much wine for her own good last night, and she was feeling it in the persistent throbbing at her temples. Knowing sleep wouldn't come now that her mind was on the pain, she peeled off the alcohol-soaked linen undergarments she'd paid handsomely for. Cursing herself for her carelessness and the hours she'd spend trying to get everything clean again, she dressed quickly in the smooth black hunting dress she wore daily. The dress reached her knees and was slit well up to her hips, but it provided freedom for her legs and easy movement. She pulled on the well-polished knee-high boots and soft elbow-length gloves. Pulling on the light dark scale mail that served as her armor, she began equiping herself. The added thirty pounds of her armor and weapons were carried as easily as breathing, and when she covered herself in a billowing black cloak the effect was complete. The cloak was the essential of the outfit: it provided excellent cover in the shadows that she operated in most of the time and yet could be easily dispensed with when she needed to impose and intimidate. After all, the sight of a big-boned, long-limbed woman nearly six feet tall dressed in armor and carrying cruelly long blades wasn't a very comfortable thing for most citizens of Umbar.<BR>Pulling the hood over her head, she slipped out of the room and locked it securely before she began the first of her many "visits" that night.<BR><BR>---<BR><BR>"Your Majesty, this has to stop!" Ulgeren said in his wizen, grating voice. The old man's sunken cheeks came alive as the bones stuck out in his anger. <BR>Argelin watched him with cool, impassive eyes that mirrored the shades of green in the water that surrounded his domain. He had been in the middle of dictating a message to his scribe when his aged adviser had barged in looking incensed over a matter that had at first intrigued Argelin and then amused him. Frenkath, one of Argelin's most favored generals, followed, and though his face was serious he did not seem as distressed as Ulgeren.<BR>"This is the eight time this month that the horrid <em>ilkarai</em> has robbed a nobleman's vault! The nobility is not pleased with your lack of action in this matter! There have been many indications that the hellion is living in the city, and yet no attempt has been made to catch her!"<BR>Argelin raised his brows at Ulgeren's referral to the woman as an <em>ilkarai</em>--the Umbar word for a female dog. Ulgeren was in strict adherence with propriety, and the use of profanity before the King of Umbar was surprising and amusing. <BR>Turning to the general who was watching Ulgeren with ill-concealed contempt, Argelin posed the question he'd been meaning to ask ever since he'd heard the whisperings of a master thief in his city.<BR>"Well?" he asked.<BR>Shooting Ulgeren one last look of annoyance, Frenkath bowed low and replied, "Someone has tracked her down and has been assigned to catch her. The person I assigned is simply biding time and waiting for the opportunity to snare the thief."<BR>Ulgeren listened with a shocked look on his aged face--one that had never failed to amuse Argelin in the past.<BR>"You've actually done something?" he asked, gaping.<BR>"I was hoping you'd have been proud of me," Argelin said, his eyes warming with humor and fondness at his tutor. "I assigned Frenkath as soon as I heard of her and made him see to her capture."<BR>"B-But why didn't you give notice?" Ulgeren asked, staring at Frenkath's smug features.<BR>"And alert the thief to our operations for her capture? I decided it better she think we don't notice her."<BR>There were a few stunned moments of silence from Ulgeren, and Argelin allowed his emotions to show by grinning widely and displaying a set of perfect white teeth.<BR>"My apologies," Ulgeren said with a bow, his eyes narrowing with humor and slight embarrassment. "It seems I have underestimated you quite unfairly."<BR>Argelin's loud laughter boomed throughout the lavish throne room, causing several courtiers and servants outside to stare.<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Wed Mar 24, 2004 9:32 pm

Two dark figures waited by the house that a certain thief was supposed to be staying. The only light to see by was the moon and various stars twinkling in the sky. The moon disappeared behind some clouds just as the door of the house opened and a cloaked person stepped out of the house. The two shadows watched the person without a breath and began following her. <BR><BR>They had been hired by the military to seek out this thief and capture her. A job that Alqualossen and Herendil, two white haired twins, were trained for. Their parents were supposedly killed by orcs when they were still children, and were brought up by humans. They had roamed the wild for many years, acquiring many different jobs in order to survive. Many times they were hired as assassins, and became mercenaries. This time though, they were working for the king. <BR><BR>The pace of the thief quickened, and turned many sharp corners for fear that she was being followed. The Elvin twins climbed onto the house tops and followed the thief from above. Finally, the thief made her first stop. The twins jumped down from the house and landed elegantly on their feet. They quickly took cover and waited in the shadows for the girl to come back out of the house. <BR><BR>Finally she came out, and in her hand was a sack that contained many precious and rare articles. Herendil, having drawn his sword without a sound, quickly sliced a small hole in the sack causing the precious objects to fall. The thief turned around and bent down to pick her prizes up, but as she did so she found the points of two swords at her throat. She paused and looked up, only to see two hooded figures with clothing as black as a starless night. <BR><BR>“I would leave those be, if I were you,” Herendil said grabbing the thief by the collar and forcing her to stand. Without another word, Alqualossen bound the thief’s hands and the twins brought her before the king. <BR>
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Postby foodaddict » Thu Mar 25, 2004 2:26 am

<em>Damn</em>, Leonorica had cursed when she heard the booty falling to the ground.<BR><em>Double damn</em>, she cursed again as the two people began to tie her up.<BR>They were unmistakably of Elven descent--how else could they have snuck up on her without her hearing a sound or seeing them? Her thief's sixth sense had picked up something in the wind, but she'd not expected them to be so close.<BR>She looked at the bag of her riches and winced, knowing that in a matter of hours it would be plundered by people who were less talented, less determined, and less worthy than her! She glanced at her captors and tried to send a message.<BR>As though sensing what she wanted, one of them stopped in the act of throwing her over his shoulder. <BR>"It doesn't belong to you," he said, though in his voice there was mild amusement. "Alqualossen," he said to his partner, "I think you ought to return the stolen items."<BR>Leonorica shot him a venomous look and sighed inwardly. <BR><em>Oh well</em>, she thought. <em>I can always steal it back once I bust loose.</em><BR>She resignedly allowed her captor to toss her over his shoulder and carry her like a sack of flour. There wasn't much dignity in the position but there was much less dignity in struggling. Besides, she noted how her weight was giving him problems.<BR>"She's very tall, isn't she?" the one called Alqualossen observed, and Leonorica was impressed and relieved that one of the people who'd been able to capture her was a female. <BR>"Her weight matches her height," her partner replied shortly, and Leonorica snickered to herself at how he seemed to be straining to carry her aloft.<BR>"We'd better bring her quickly then," Alqualossen said, and Leonorica detected (with an inward grin) the humor in her voice.
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Postby atalantea » Thu Mar 25, 2004 11:41 pm

Kundiman watched silently in the dark as the two figures caught the thief. She sighed when she realized the captors were of elven race, there'd be no point in seducing them... <BR><BR>She followed silently as they headed for the castle. She snickered.<BR>"Poor elf, you couldn't use the rooftops now can you? She's too heavy for you... You couldn't run..." she smiled. <BR><BR>Her black hair was loose behind her. She wore a cloak that covered a backless dress that exposed more than it covered. The skirt reached the heels of her knee-high boots. Both sides had slits 'till the hips, being more for distraction than flexibility.<BR><BR>She fell on the pavement and groaned. "Help... they, they attacked me! They took my things! Help!" she called, eyeing the two forms at the corner of her eyes. They stopped and looked at her. They started approaching her. "Help!" she let tears fall down her cheeks.<BR><BR>"What happened?" came the elf-maiden, kneeling before her. <BR><BR>"They went that way! They took my family's heirloom! They took it! Please get it back, please..." she cried. The two forms looked at each other. The other one, bearing the thief and the riches nodded. <BR><BR>"You should go, be careful," he said then the she-elf nodded and walked towards the alley she pointed.<BR><BR>She pretended to get up weakly. The he-elf set the riches down and extended his hand. One thing no one could resist. She smiled inwardly, no one was immune to her charms, even this elf couldn't help himself.<BR><BR>One thing she knew about herself was that she had a face that seemed to get her anything she wanted. She was beautiful in a virginal, innocent, naive way that made people do as she says. All she had to do was blink slowly and protrude her lower lip and make it tremble slightly and they were eating at the palm of her hands.<BR><BR>Once she was up she fell convincingly and slightly towards him that made him step a few steps away from the riches.<BR><BR>"I'm sorry..." she whispered.<BR><BR>"Don't trouble yourself, I'm fine, it was just a little push.." he said. The thief who was gagged caught a glimpse of her eyes and read her thoughts. She tried to talk but her words were muffled. She struggled, slightly teary eyed and very alarmed. <BR><BR>Her hardwork would fall in the arms of this... this... woman who just blinked a lot and let her lips pucker up and tremble. The he-elf staggered backward more as she struggled.<BR><BR>"Not for the push..." she stepped away from him. "For this..." she smiled, breaking the spell of her innocent look. She hoisted up the riches and with a last blow of a kiss, disappeared into the night.<BR><BR>"That was easy..." she chuckled, then moved deeper into the darkness.
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Fri Mar 26, 2004 8:11 am

Alqualossen walked towards the dark alley. Even her Elvin eyes could not pierce the darkness. She had always hated alleys…blasted child. Why tonight? Tonight when she and her brother would receive the biggest payment they had ever imagined. She heard creaking coming from one of the corners…she jumped high, drawing her sword as a natural reflex when a few alley cats screamed at her and ran off with their tails bushed. <BR><BR>“Blasted cats…” She explored the alley for a few more minutes and headed back to where her twin was.<BR><BR>“Brother, the thieves hav- What happened here? Where is the girl?”<BR><BR>“She ran off not a few seconds ago. She stole the goods from us…she was a thief as well.”<BR><BR>“That would explain why I found nothing but darkness in the alley. Let us not bother about the other girl; the one we have captured is worth more to us at the moment. Let’s go.”<BR><BR>****<BR><BR>Soon they stood in front of the King’s Palace. They were admitted in, and went directly to the audience chamber. The king was there, seemingly aware that they were coming that night and was waiting for them.<BR><BR>“You have caught her, Elves?” he asked noting the person thrown over Herendil’s shoulder. The twins nodded and Herendil let the girl drop to the floor with a thud and a groan. The twins took the hoods from their heads and bowed low, their white hair slightly damp from perspiration. <BR><BR>“A present for your most Royal Majesty,” Alqualossen said, her black eyes sparkling, “one that was not so hard to catch as your military seemed to believe,” she drawled with amusement evident in her voice.<BR><BR>“Indeed,” replied the king. “Un-gag her and bring her forward.”<BR><BR>The twins did so and stood beside the thief as the king questioned her. <BR>
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Postby Minuial_o_Lorien » Fri Mar 26, 2004 7:27 pm

A grey cloaked figure sat atop her horse at the woods edge looking out upon the outskirts of the city of Umbar. Something drew her to this place, but what she did not know. She had spied two elves about earlier in the evening, but not wishing to reveal her presence to them, she kept herself hidden, content to watch them for awhile. It was curious to find two of her race in these parts, yet these days nothing was out of the ordinary. She had watched them accost a tall woman carrying what seemed a sack of riches and carry her off towards the city's center. She surmised pretty much that they were turning her in for thievery and decided not to follow them further. <BR><BR>Now she dismounted her horse and sent him into the cover of the darkened wood, while she walked in the shadows about the outskirts of the city. She wanted to see what she could gather about this place, in secret, while it was still dark. She wondered what it was that had drawn her here? Unlike the two elves she watched earlier, she certainly did not want to sink to the level of being a guardian for hire. "Where is their pride?" she mused to herself.<BR><BR>Suddenly she heard fast footfall coming from the shadowed streets of the city. She pulled her hood over her golden tresses and stood silently aside a tree. A dark haired woman came running towards her seeking the cover of the woods. She carried a sack slung over her shoulder covered partially by her long dark hair. As the stranger came closer, she recognized the sack as the very same the tall woman had when the two elves took her captive earlier, but this was not the same woman. This woman was very fair and had the face of one of noble blood. <BR><BR>Apparently in her flight from the city, the dark haired woman took no notice of her until she was about ten paces away. It was then she caught the glimmer of the bright eyes watching her. Kundiman halted and regarded the cloaked figure suspiciously. Finally after a long moment the woman spoke out, "Who are you? What is your purpose here?" The cloaked figure stepped away from the tree and into the light of the moon. "I might ask you the same fair lady." Kundiman grimaced as the realization that she had let down her guard after the quick work she made of the other two elves only to find herself right in front of another one. Another female none the less. The enchantment of her beauty would certainly not help her here, she would have to charm this elf with words. "I am Kundiman, I...I have been chased from my home by thieves. I gathered what I could of my family's treasure and fled." Kundiman cried with feigned fright. She filled her eyes with false tears hoping to invoke the symapthy of this elf's heart. Instead she watched a sinister smile cross the elfs lips as she removed her hood. "Indeed." the she-elf said sternly, "It must not have been the treasure of your family for very long. I have seen that very sack change hands thrice this night." <BR><BR>"Perhaps you have seen the sack. In fact it belonged to the thieves who plundered my home. They had discarded it by the door as they searched for treasure. I merely used it to carry what I could to safety." Kundiman quickly replied, satisfied that her answer would be enough to quell the elf's curiosity. <BR><BR>The elf began to close the distance between them. Her long golden hair was blowing gently in the night breeze illuminated now by the moonlight. "Do not trouble yourself so, I care not what you have stolen, Lady Kundiman. In truth it was not my intention to stand in your way until you headed straight for me...To answer your earlier question, my name is Laurelin, however, my purpose here is not your concern." she said cooly. <BR><BR>Kundiman, relieved that she would not have to veinly attempt to wrestle the pack from the clutches of this elf, smiled sweetly, "Well then if you will excuse me I have matters I need to tend to." she said as she patted the pack slung over her shoulder.<BR><BR>Laurelin nodded her head, "Do as you will. However, before you take your leave, I have one request." she said as she leaned in toward the woman to hold her gaze. <BR><BR>Kundiman taking a step back held her chin high and proud, "And what might that be?" she asked certain that it would be a bobble from her pack. <BR><BR>"In exchange for the blind eye I turn to your thievry, I bid that you speak to no one of my presence here this night." Laurelin replied in a menacing voice, her eyes cold as ice.<BR><BR>Kundiman thinking this a small price to pay quickly agreed and took her leave.<BR>
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Postby foodaddict » Sun Mar 28, 2004 8:00 pm

<em>Damn it, Leonorica! You let your guard down! You egotistic imbecile! You should have guessed that they were sending out mercenaries to find you! Imbecile, imbecile, imbecile!</em><BR><em>Shut up! They're Elves, damn it! How can you expect me to hear them?</em><BR><em>Hmmm...lets see...ITS CALLED A SIXTH SENSE, WOMAN!!!</em><BR><em>I won't stand for this mental abuse!</em><BR><em>IMBECILE, IMBECILE, IMBECILE!!!</em><BR>Leonorica ignored the voice despite the way it grated on her nerves and she straightened, dusting herself off after shooting the male elf a contemptuous glance. Pushing her disheveled hair away from her face she looked around the throne room, which was empty save for the Elves who had captured her, a military-looking man, and an old man who was so wizened he was only half her height. And of course--<BR>"Will you not answer her?" the man who was unmistakably the king asked, one brow raised. <BR>The thief's amber gaze swept over him and Argelin grinned at her courage. Finding her unabashed inspection of him to be refreshing compared to the beneath-the-lashes and above-the-fan looks he recieved from most women of court, he allowed her to look at him.<BR>"How do I rank?" he asked, grinning.<BR>A blush stained her cheeks, but she raised her eyes to his and said, "You look...very nice."<BR>Swallowing a laugh, Argelin acknowledged the compliment with a nod. "Thank you."<BR>Leonorica quickly looked away. "Very nice" was the understatement of the century! His eyes were so green and they stood out so much against the white of his eyes that for a while they were all she could look at. As they sparkled with humor she forced herself to look elsewhere and she noted his surprisingly translucently fair skin and perfectly made features--from his beautiful nose to his sensuous mouth. His fine black hair stood out in sharp contrast and gave him an air of otherworldliness that was almost Elven and yet different. He didn't at all resemble her idea of the Corsair King. True, not all Corsairs were dark and exotically featured, but--<BR>"Ahem!" the wizened old man said, and his grating voice snapped Leonorica out of her admiration of the King's features. <BR>Argelin rolled his eyes inwardly at Ulgeren and his fun-spoiling attitude, and he grew serious. He looked over the thief's shoulder to the Elven twins who had captured her. He gave them an approving nod and his green eyes warmed towards them. Deciding it would be easier to talk to the thief without Ulgeren's sharp tongue in the vicinity, he turned to his adviser and said impassively, "Take these fine mercenaries to the first treasury."<BR>Ulgeren's eyes widened. "But their reward has already been set aside!"<BR>"Take them to the treasury," Argelin repeated in the same tone, "and allow them to take what they wish."<BR>Ulgeren seemed unable to believe his ears. The first treasury held mostly gold and several assortments of various gems, stones, looted items, and other things of value. It did not match the worth of the second and third treasuries, but it was a treasury nonetheless!<BR>"Perhaps Frenkath--"<BR>"Since this is a security matter, the general stays here. You are in charge of helping me with finance and trade, therefore monetary matters must be dealt with by you."<BR>Ulgeren took the hint and nodded tersely at the Elves, who showed no indication of being pleased save the small smiles on their lips. They left promptly, though Ulgeren made a great show of shuffling out of the throne room. Argelin resisted the urge to laugh and instead focused his gaze on the thief.<BR>"Well," he said as the throne room's twenty-foot ivory and onyx double doors slammed shut, "I do believe you have quite a lot of explaining to do."<BR>
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Postby atalantea » Wed Mar 31, 2004 12:53 am

Leonorica eyed the king warily, still angered by her own stupidity. Silence stayed with them for a while. The door opened slightly and a woman form entered, carrying a glass of wine. Leonorica eyed her suspiciously. There was a way in how the woman moved that made her eyes turn to slits.<BR>The form walked towards the king, her hips swaying provocatively. <BR>"How was your evening your majesty?" came a voice deep and seductive that made her eyes narrow more. The woman's form was turned to her.<BR>"Fine, I was starting to wonder when will you grace me with your presence," he chuckeled.<BR>"Oh, I was wondering if you already replaced me... I see you have a visitor..." she said, reaching the foot of his throne.<BR>"May I introduce you then.. this is..." he gestured suggestively.<BR>"Leonorica..." she answered still uneasy.<BR>"Yes, Leonorica, meet Kundiman..." the king said, then the woman sat by the king, revealing her face to Leonorica, a slow grin making it's way to her seductive lips.<BR>"Hello, Leonorica, nice to meet you...<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>"
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Postby foodaddict » Thu Apr 01, 2004 8:27 pm

Leonorica took a moment to look at Kundiman and she saw a fine beauty sculpted into the girl's being. Wondering why the king didn't send this girl out the way he'd sent out the other courtiers she took a good look at the girl.<BR><em>Harlot? Courtesan? Paramour? Er...adviser?</em> <BR>Deciding that she didn't care who the woman was, she instead wondered if the king wanted her to start explaining. His eyes on Kundiman's derriere made her skeptical regarding that. The beauty before him seemed to be a more pressing matter next to Leonorica's trifling theft, so...<BR>Would she be so important that the king wouldn't notice Leonorica slipping away?<BR>She glanced towards the doors and wondered if the guards were outside and if she'd be able to fight her way out. <BR><em>Nah</em>, she concluded, <em>too risky.</em><BR>She looked up at the tall windows that shone light into the throne room from every possible angle. They were about twenty feet off the floor and were adorned by rick velvety blue curtains. Would it be possible to climb up and then toss herself out? How high was the throne room anyway? Would she be able to climb up the windows before the guards came in? <BR><em>Come on! You've slipped through tougher prisons...damn it, this isn't even a prison!</em><BR>"You can try, but I promise you that you won't make it."<BR>Her eyes snapped back to the king and she was instantly impaled on his sharp green gaze. The sterness faded and a smile touched his lips, warming his features once more. <BR>"You still haven't begun explaining, Leonorica," he said mildly, leaning back in his throne. <BR>"You didn't tell me where to start," she said blandly, deciding that she didn't like Kundiman when the girl smiled tolerantly at her.<BR>"Why don't we start with your motives?" Argelin suggested, smiling again at her tone. She <em>clearly</em> wasn't intimidated by him. A big plus, considering what he wanted her to do for him. It would take every strain of her courage to accomplish her mission...<BR>"How old are you, your Majesty?" Leonorica asked instead, her eyes narrowing speculatively.<BR>Caught off guard, Argelin replied, "I'm twenty-four. What does that have to do with anything?"<BR>"Nothing, really," she said, eyeing him with a look that didn't fall short of pity, "but I did think that most men your age already knew a thief's motives. Does your being royalty make you an exception to that too?"<BR>A sharp crack of laughter shot through Argelin, and he began to clap his hands approvingly.<BR>"Yes, I like you immensely," he said with such an exaggerated magnanimous air that Leonorica couldn't help but grin back at him.<BR>"Is that supposed to make me glad?" she asked hopefully, incredulously contemplating how all she had to do was make a few wise cracks to get herself off the hook.<BR>Argelin grinned at her perceptiveness. <BR>"Well, yes and no," he said with another fond smile. "Wine, Leonorica? You'll need it.<BR>
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Postby Minuial_o_Lorien » Sat Apr 03, 2004 9:29 am

Slowly, warily, Laurelin walked quietly through the cobbled streets of Umbar. She left her beloved horse in the care of a young stable boy. Although seldom did she entrust the care of Aeglos to another, she did not wish to leave him alone to roam the woods just outside this tumultuous city of thieves. Besides, the look of fright on the young boy's face as she handed the reins over to him after promising his certain painful death should any harm befall her beloved steed, was enough to settle her mind for now that the safety of Aeglos would be secure. <BR><BR>Villagers regarded her suspiciously and quickly averted their eyes when she looked upon them. Upon her shoulder pearched her great hawk, Tirn Sul. He was a strong and beautiful bird who stood proudly upon his master's mantle. His eyes darted about the the crowding village streets, ever vigilent of his master's safety. <BR><BR>The hood of her cloak concealed her golden hair as she made her way through the bustling market place. She had stopped for a moment to examine the wares of a local smithy when she noticed the two elves she saw yestereve emerge from the King's dwelling. They were carrying two large satchels. Their reward no doubt for turning in their captive to the King. They were accompanied by what she suspected was one of the King's personal guards. Someone was whispering into the guards ear and his eyes searched through the crowd until they came to rest upon her.<BR><BR>She knew her presence in this city would be unwelcome and expected to eventually be questioned as to her purpose there. It seemed that moment had now arrived. The two elves were now staring at her as well. She quickly looked over their faces but found them to be unfamiliar. She dropped the small dagger she was holding back onto the table and commanded Tirn Sul to take flight. Then Laurelin began to walk towards those staring eyes defiantly. <BR><BR>"And where do you think your going lady?" came a gruff voice from behind her as a large bulky hand grabbed her arm. <BR><BR>Laurelin looked down at the hand and then into the eyes of its owner. "Unhand me now, or I shall cut that hand from your body."<BR><BR>"Well..." the guard said mockingly, "...It appears we have a bit of a ruffian on our hands here. Well Lady, I am sorry to tell you the only orders we take come from our king." he chuckled.<BR><BR>With lightning speed she seized his hand with her free one and whirled her body under his arm breaking his grasp. Before he could react she was holding firm and strainging his arm behind his back as he reeled in pain. <BR><BR>"And I my lord, take orders from no one. Do you wish to see how well I can keep my promise about your arm or will you agree to unhand me?" she seethed. "I can accompany you without your filthy hands upon me. Is this understood?"<BR><BR>The guard shook his head vigorously, "YES! YES! You have my word so long as you hold to yours to accompany me!" he cried out.<BR><BR>Slowly, Laurelin relinquished her hold. "Come then take me to your captain." she said. <BR><BR>The guard glared at her for a moment as he tended to the pain that still lingered in his arm. Laurelin stiffled a laugh as she thought to herself how pathetic he appeared. Finally he turned his back to her and called over his shoulder, "Follow me."
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Postby foodaddict » Tue Apr 06, 2004 2:13 am

Leonorica accepted the bejewelled goblet Kundiman handed her, though she did not drink from it. She kept her eyes on the king, almost completely oblivious to Kundiman's continued presence there.<BR>"What do you mean by that?" she said, feeling her humor disappear at his words. "Why should I need it?"<BR>"Your motives, I assume," Argelin said as he ignored her, his eyes twinkling, "would be profit--enrichment, am I correct?"<BR>"Do we have to go back to that?" Leonorica said impatiently. "Get on with it!"<BR>She caught Kundiman's smile at her insolent words and she returned it with an even more insolent raise of her brow.<BR>"I am going to make you an offer," Argelin said obligingly, seeing how the continued suspense was grating on her nerves, and he pardoned her generously. "It has something to do with thievery also, but this time you will be stealing not only for your profit, but our people's as well."<BR>"<em>Really?</em>" Leonorica asked, though her mind was already picking away at the offer. "How so?"<BR>"What I am going to make you steal is something that will be of great value to Umbar in the future. It is only a small object, I'm told, and it may be of small value to you as well. But I want it and I am willing to offer you a generous reward of your choosing <em>and</em> whatever booty you may pick up along the way."<BR>"Wait, wait, wait!" Leonorica said, smelling something else aside from the too-good-to-be-true offer he was making. "Let's take this slowly. What is the object, and what's the catch?"<BR>"The object is a pearl, Leonorica. A black pearl. I cannot explain to you the importance of its retrieval because we are not alone--" Leonorica shot Kundiman a childishly triumphant look--"and so you must be content with my explanation. I will give you details, but before I tell you more you must agree to my proposition. I am not asking you to do this alone, as it is insanely dangerous, but before you go about making arrangements, you must give me your answer." He looked serious now, and Leonorica was amazed at the change in him.<BR>"What makes you think I'll do this?" she asked. "Er--I mean--" she added swiftly as his eyes flashed in a dangerous manner, "what happens if I refuse?"<BR>"I cut your hair, have your appendages ripped off, leave you in the middle of the city to be displayed for three days, and then I toss you to the sharks. Punishment for your crimes," he said smoothly.<BR>"Where do I sign up?" Leonorica said at once.<BR>
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Postby atalantea » Sun Apr 11, 2004 8:57 pm

Kundiman watched in amusement as the thief entertained and baffled the king. She wasn't worried about the king's attraction to this new woman for she was sure this woman had enough pride to be the king's harlot as she herself appeared to be.<BR><BR>The papers had been signed and sealed. The king then sat back down his throne. <BR><BR>"I understand you will need companions, I will leave the choice to you," he said. <BR><BR>Kundiman knelt beside the king, providing him a good view of her chest. She blinked slowly, provocatively. "You know, my Lord, you might want to send one of your men to at least watch her.." she pouted suggestively.<BR><BR>"And who, I pray, do you think I should send?" the king smiled, somehow knowing the answer.<BR><BR>"Why me, of course!" she smiled and rubbed his long cape.<BR><BR>Leonorica's eyes widened as she saw the answer the king was about to give. "Absolutely not!" she screamed. "She would be a burden!?!"<BR><BR>Kundiman smiled as the thief came on cue. Now the king would definitely send her with them.<BR><BR>The king who was to refuse raised a brow as the thief panicked. He grinned, the lazy one of his and the thief blushed. "Why ever not?" he faced Kundiman. "Sure I'd send you, my love..."<BR><BR>"Oh thank you!?!" smiled Kundiman as she kissed the king teasingly on the cheecks. "I better go and pack my things..." she said, leaving. She reached the end of the hall when the king called.<BR><BR>"Make sure you bring all your clothes and your things, you might need it," said the king.<BR><BR>Leonorica paled. <em>Dammit!</em> <BR><BR>"Oh, I never said otherwise... Should I bring my pink wagon or the green one?" she played with him.<BR><BR><em>Great, this can't go any worse...</em><BR><BR>"Perhaps the red one I gave you? Oh, I know, how about all three?"<BR><BR><em>All three?</em> she chocked.<BR><BR>"I'm not sure..." Kundiman pretended to think.<BR><BR><em>Please say no! Please have brains enough to say no!</em><BR><BR>"You are right my Lord, perhaps I would bring the three..." she smiled, winked and left.<BR><BR><em>Great... she just had to ask...</em><BR>
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Postby Minuial_o_Lorien » Mon Apr 12, 2004 8:57 pm

"State your purpose here in Umbar!" Ulgeren demanded of the elf maiden before him.<BR><BR>Laurelin regarded the man with disdain and narrowed her eyes. "Do you question all travelers that pass through your city in such a manner, or only those who do not come to do your dirty work?" she replied snidely as she shot the two elves behind him an icey glare.<BR><BR>"I asked you what your purpose was here, not your opinion of those in the service of the King. Unless you wish the prison guards to provide you room and board, it would be wise of you to answer my query Lady." Ulgeren said impatiently.<BR><BR>"On what authority do you make such demands upon me? I need not submit to your inquiry, I do not answer to you mortal." she seethed.<BR><BR>Ulgeren was furious now, his eyes flashed with anger. "Seize her. Let us show her the hospitality Umbar's fine prison has to offer."<BR><BR>The guard who had apprehended her earlier cautiosly approached, but she halted him with one look and he recoiled like a frightened child. She turned her cold eyes back to Ulgeren. Ulgeren stood his ground though the look in her eyes sent a chill down his back.<BR><BR>"I am perfectly capable of walking on my own. I need not the flithy hands of your mortal underlings to guide me. However, is it not your law to bring a prisoner before your King for judgement, or have you crowned yourself on my account?" she spouted arrogantly. <BR><BR>Ulgeren stared into her eyes for a long moment as he fought to contain his rage. Never had he felt so compelled to raise his hand to a woman before this moment. Yet never had he met a woman so cold and callous as the one that stood before him. Her beauty would be legendary if not clouded by such malice. He knew there would be no point in arguing with her further, and sought to avoid a certain brawl if he did not acquiese to her request. Finally he nodded to the anxious guard dismissing him and commanded Laurelin to follow him. <BR><BR>The two elves followed behind. When they fell out of immediate earshot Alqualossen whispered to her brother. "Do you think it is her?" <BR><BR>Herendil watched the elf lady stride proudly in front of him. Without straying his gaze he answered his sister, "I do not know. I thought she had faded from existance long ago. For some reason she seemed angry with us. If it is her, it will serve us well to maintain our distance."<BR><BR>At that as if she heard every word Laurelin halted her steps and turned her icey gaze to Herendil for just a moment, before continuing on her way. <BR>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Wed Apr 14, 2004 7:59 am

"What a fine week this has been," commented Herendil, "all these woman theives..."<BR><BR>"Don't even think about it," stated Lossen, rolling her eyes.<BR><BR>"Do not think about what, my dear sister?"<BR><BR>Lossen glared at him. Herendil often played these games when she was not in the mood for it, and at the moment she was not at all in the mood.<BR><BR>"You know what I'm talking about. Do you know why we're following them? I'm in need of some food right now...I told you we should have gone to the inn before we came back."<BR><BR>"I was not hungry, so I did not think you really were, either. Besides, I think you need to start eating less...your figure seems out of...figure...compared Kundiman...anyways..." <BR><BR>Alqualossen stopped dead in her tracks. "What?" her eyes smoldering. "I think not. All right, we're leaving Umbar and heading to Lorien first chance we get."<BR><BR>Herendil quickened his pace and looked back at his twin and smirked. He finally caught up to Ulgeren and smiled at him, "The she-elf is right, you know. She should be taken to the king for judgment."
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Postby atalantea » Sat Apr 17, 2004 3:02 am

Kundiman has now reached the streets, she'll be enjoying the next days coming. The Leonorica thief woman was indeed a lot of fun, wait until she realizes who stole her stolen goods. She dragged a bag behind her, containing all the riches that had accumulated this month. She was getting a little tired of dragging it around-- she bumped into someone and fell.<BR><BR>"Ooof!" she found herself seated on the street, another beside her.<BR><BR>"I told you we should have eaten, look how hungry you are, you even faint all around," said a male who stood over her companion, helping her up.<BR><BR>Kundiman cleared her throat and pouted a little, fixing an angelic expression on her face. The man looked at her and dropped the othr halfway up and extended a hand for her.<BR><BR>"Kundiman! I'm sorry. Are you hurt?" he said.<BR><BR>The form fell again, grunting this time. She helped herself up. She threw daggers with her eyes as she stared at the two, the form of Kundiman around her brother's arm.<BR><BR>"Oh, no, not much, I think I'm fine now, you should help her though..." she said in a voice so soft it rattled the woman's ears.<BR><BR>"Oh, right..." he let go of her hesitantly and walked to his sister.<BR><BR>"Do I know you?" Kundiman called in mid-stride. He quickly let go of his sister and faced her.<BR><BR>"I'm Herendil and this is my sister Alqualossen, we meet in the palace often, I was the one who gave you the glass before!"<BR><BR>"Oh, I see, you were that man! I've always cursed myself for forgetting your name, you see, I couldn't forget the voice..." she said having no idea what he was talking about.<BR><BR>"Really? That's funny, I don't ever remeber Herendil speaking when a lovely lady is around," Alqualossen's voice dripped with sarcasm.<BR><BR>"That is not at all true! I'm talking to her now!" he exclaimed.<BR><BR>"Of course... so articulate, anyway, It seems that your sister is a little hungry... go on and feed her..." Kundiman smiled weakly, one that usualy got more of the man's attention. It is something about a man's instinct to protect the weaker form... in physical strength at least, the mental strength, most of the time is lacking.<BR><BR>They were walking away, watching her, the woman with annoyance the man with longing.<BR><BR>"Now I have to carry this heavy load again... Oh, and it seems so far... Oh well..." she said rather loudly and before she could take another step, Herendil was beside her, carrying the baggage.<BR><BR>"Where are you headed?" he asked immidiately.<BR><BR>She smiled to herself... she loved men... for their gullibility, she loved money and riches for all the things they could bring her but most of all she loved herself, the most intelligent and of course beautiful woman on all Umbar... she looked at the way Herendil carried her things. Nope, on all middle-earth. (Yes, she is that vain<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)
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Postby atalantea » Sat Apr 17, 2004 3:09 am

<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0>Oooops, sorry, double post...<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0>
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Postby Minuial_o_Lorien » Sun Apr 18, 2004 1:08 pm

"Dark and dank like a musty dwarf cave" Laurelin thought to herself, wrinkling her nose in disgust, as Ulgeren led her to the King's chamber of the old castle. <BR><BR>She sensed that the male elf that was following her had left with the female thief she had met earlier in the woods. No doubt fallen victim to her charms. But the she-elf still followed cautiously behind. <BR><BR>They had reached a large wooden doorway at the end of the hall when Ulgeren halted. He instructed several guards posted in the hallway to mind her while he informed the King of his new captive. She quickly surveyed the armored clad men that surrounded her and decided they posed her no threat. She turned to Ulgeren and gave him a knowing smile. She knew he doubted that even the castle guard could contain her if she chose to take her leave. <BR><BR>"You will wait here while I inform the King of your presence. I expect to find my guards in one piece when I return." Ulgeren said, not masking his contempt for this she-elf. <BR><BR>"Fear not mortal. It is not my intention to flee. In fact, I wish nothing more than to advise your master of your deplorable treatment of me thus far." she replied venomously, "Go now and request for me audience with your King."<BR><BR>Again the urge to silence this female with force was boiling in his heart. But it was not his way. Instead he glared deep into her eyes angrily, only to find her smiling haughtily back at him.<BR><BR>"Mind your arrogance woman, the King will not take it lightly." Ulgeren stated before turning away to make his way to the King's chamber.<BR><BR>*******<BR><BR>Laurelin's keen sense of hearing heard muffled laughter and joy from inside the chamber. A moment later Ulgeren emerged from the chamber agrieved by the Kings reaction to her presence. <BR><BR>In a defeated tone Ulgeren stated, "His magesty will see you now Lady Laurelin. Please follow me."<BR><BR>Warily she followed him through the doorway into the vast sunlit chamber. She saw at the end of the great room upon a golden thrown the fair young King of Umbar smiling at her. This was certainly an unexpected turn in events. She bowed her head in gesture of respect.<BR><BR>Argelin called out to her from his thrown, "Lady Laurelin, fair guardian of LothLorien what brings you to my Kingdom?" <BR><BR>A rare sight of surprise graced her expression. He knew of her from days of old, yet she did not know him. "Maegovannen King of Umbar. Yet I think you should know that I no longer hail from the golden wood my lord. I am...I am simply a traveler." <BR><BR>Laughter bellowed through the large chamber. The King smiled and said, "Forgive my mistake lady, I had forgotten. It has been long since I have heard your name. I thought you had passed from our realm long ago."<BR><BR>"My name?" she asked.<BR><BR>"Ah yes your name." the King paused for a moment in thought, "There was a song from days of old that I recall my father sang about your name, let me see if I can remember."<BR><BR><em>Laurelin lady filled with woe <BR>Her lover taken by her foe <BR>Mighty lady in days of old<BR>Until the day her heart grew cold<BR>Gwindor, her captain had won her heart<BR>Deep in love then forced to part<BR>The dark one came in a mighty gust<BR>and into shadow her heart was thrust<BR>She rallied her brethren to rescue him<BR>Yet they fled for the sea when hope grew dim<BR>Her lover lost his light gone dark<BR>Never to return to land of golden bark<BR>She swore her vengence on all who fled<BR>And stained the sands in bitter red<BR>Bannished from Loth Lorien<BR>For slaying of her elven kin<BR>She wanders woods both day and night<BR>Doomed to sorrow til wrongs are right<BR>Oh fair lady with hair of gold<BR>Her beauty hidden by heart grown cold...</em><BR><BR>..The Kings voice trailed off.<BR><BR>Tears stung Laurelins eyes as she listened the bitter song. <BR><BR>"...That is all I can remember for now." Argelin said uneasily as he saw the sadness he invoked with the old song envelope the lady's heart.<BR><BR>The room stood silent for a long moment. Ulgeren looked on in shock as the cold exterior of the she elf waivered. The contempt he felt for her before began to dimminish to compassion. It was as if her sadness and regret was felt by everyone in the room. A sight of utter despair if ever there was one.<BR><BR>Laurelin drew in a sharp breath and held her head high and proud. Her moment of weakness had passed. With all the dignity she could muster, she broke the uneasy silence. "My Lord. That song is long and old and better left in the past. I suffer my pennance each day for my deeds long ago, I need not be reminded."
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Postby atalantea » Thu Apr 22, 2004 1:38 am

Kundiman looked at the sky above, watching the clouds roll by. She was lying on the grassy plains with her treasures just buried. Her house near the hill. Her horse grazing on the gardens, she stood up and picked up a bag with her most needed belongings. She never was a home loving girl, she wanted the sunlight on her hair and the wind in her skin. She called Bituin and rode her hard towards the the palace. <BR><BR>Saying goodbye to her house... not her home.
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Postby Minuial_o_Lorien » Thu Apr 22, 2004 4:54 pm

"Forgive me lady, I did not mean to score old wounds and return woe to your heart." the King offered consolingly to Laurelin.<BR><BR>It was then she noticed the female thief that was captured by the elves yestereve, staring at her curiously. As if she were sizing her up for some purpose. Laurelin rewarded her prying eyes with an icey glare before returning her attention to the King.<BR><BR>"My lord, there is nothing to forgive. I have steered my own destiny down such darkened paths, I must live with my choices. It is just long since I have heard such bitter song." Laurelin responded to the King.<BR><BR>The King smiled warmly. He did not wish to drive this she-elf away, for she would fit perfectly into the company he was assembling. Though gaining her agreement to take part would not come easily. Laurelin was legendary with her fighting skills and cared naught for power or riches. All she had was a burning blood lust for Sauron. He knew if she accepted this mission, he could trust her to carry it out. It was the others he was unsure of. <BR><BR>"Come lady, let me offer you food and rest for the night. Tomorrow I have much I would like to discuss with you. A proposition if you will." Argelin said.<BR><BR>Laurelin was indeed a bit weary, and hungry for that matter. She had no food or rest for nearly three days, but at the price of a "proposition" she was not so willing to comply with the King's request.<BR><BR>She smiled softly, "Hannon le for your most generous hospitality King of Umbar, however, I am afraid I must decline your offer."<BR><BR>Argelin was intrigued. "Decline my offer?" he asked.<BR><BR>"Yes my lord. I am afraid I am not in the business of catching thieves in exchange for reward. As I explained earlier, I am merely a traveler." Laurelin replied with conviction.<BR><BR>"Indeed." the King mused. He motioned to one of his guards in the rear of the room to come forth. He was carrying something, but what she could not tell. "You see my lady, I insist you stay and hear my offer tomorrow when you are rested and refreshed. It is not the capturing of thieves I had in mind." <BR><BR>The guard reached the King and handed to him the bundle. It was moving. Gingerly he pulled back the black cloth and revealed what was inside.<BR><BR>Laurelin drew in a sharp exaspherated breath, "That is my hawk my lord. I must insist you release him at once. He has done no ill!" she commanded frantically.<BR><BR>"Mind who you are speaking to Lady." he said with feigned anger, "If you acquiesse to my wishes and remain until tomorrow I shall return him to you unharmed. All I ask is that you at least listen to my request."<BR><BR>Laurelin's cheeks flushed with rage. Her instinct was to slay the King where he sat, but she knew she could not. She would be hunted for the remainder of her days if she did.<BR><BR>"Very well!" she snarled, through clenched teeth she continued "Yet I make no promises to accept your proposal. Do I have your word that regardless of my decision you will return to me my hawk?"<BR><BR>The King mulled her over with his eyes. It was amazing the changes that overcame her appearance. When she arrived she appeared cold and statuesque, after his song she seemed weak and defeated and now dark and sinister. Which one would he meet tomorrow, he wondered. <BR><BR>"You have my word Lady. In fact you may have your bird now." he said as he released the hawk from the confines of the cloth. <BR><BR>Tirn-Sul immediately spread his wings and took flight to his master where he perched himself upon her mantle. Laurelin was perplexed by this puzzling Monarch. She admonished herself as she realized he was toying with her. A chilling silence fell over the room.<BR><BR>"And when my Lord will you return my horse?" she seethed.<BR><BR>Argelin's brow raised in surprise. "Nothing escapes your notice my lady...Fear not, you shall have him tomorrow after we have had a chance to speak. For now I can assure you he is stabled with my very own horses and his every need being attended to." <BR><BR>For a moment the King turned his attention to Ulgeren, "Show Lady Laurelin to her chambers in the North Tower. See that all she needs is at her disposal. She is to be treated as a guest of high honor."<BR><BR>"Yes My Lord." Ulgeren said snapping to attention.<BR><BR>Then the King announced to all in the room, "Tonight we shall feast, In honor of our guest."
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Postby Dummble » Sun Apr 25, 2004 10:11 pm

A moving shade in the darkness slowed for a moment on the top of the hillcrest out side the city of Umbar. Moonlight from the quarter moon flooded over the fire-hardened leather of the muscular slim figure. Dawn stood in awe of the city. Never before had she left the hide out, named sanctuary by those who lived there. The trees of this land were not as rich as those of her homelands. <BR><BR><em>Dawn…Its Ara now, I have come to age…its Ara! Either way what am I doing here? Why me? Why did the council send me? Well my job must be done!</em><BR><BR>Ara adjusted her sandals, then picking up her set down spear started off down the hillside. Her short skirt of leather strips flooded behind her, the leather armour keeping her body from the chill of the wind running past her. <BR><BR>At the gates of Umbar she knocked using the blunt end of her spear. <BR><BR>“Who’s there?” the guard yelled over, half yawning.<BR><BR>“A traveler seeking a bed and the kings ear.” Ara shot back.<BR><BR>“The kings ear says you? Well you will only find two `o them round here and they are firmly attached to his head! But still there be plenty of beds `bout.”<BR><BR>With that the gate opened letting the lone wander of the night in, moonlight flooding the street were the gate once stood, making Ara seam four times her height. <BR><BR>The guard was quite taken back be her stiff “Thank you, good night, sir!” as she tread quickly down the hushed streets. To the guard something seamed out of place about her: the way she dressed, her tongue and words all most sounded Elvin (but form the girls top-knot the ears no not seen), and the spear! That was it! The spear! No woman should be carrying around a weapon! He swiftly stood up and sounded out the alarm, guards shooting off in all directions after quick directions from the gatekeeper. <BR><BR>Ara heard the alarm ringing off in the distance. <em>they never said this would be difficult!</em> she looked behind her shoulder only to run in to a big well built guard, disarming her in one move, then picking her up by the scruff the neck. <BR><BR>“Lookin got the kings ear’s are ya? Well ill tell `im your stayin in the first class dungeons in the morning!” With a hardy laugh, smelling like ale, they where off to the dungeons. <BR> <BR><em>why me?</em><BR>
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Postby foodaddict » Mon Apr 26, 2004 1:27 am

"All right, do you <em>really</em> need to agitate all my possible fellowship members?" Leonorica hissed at the King as soon as the she-elf left.<BR>"She wouldn't have stayed if not for the hawk," Argelin replied simply, shrugging. "And it should give you some points on how to handle them. That one," he flicked his gaze in the direction of the doors that Laurelin had exited through, "for example, has quite a moodiness about her that you have to watch out for."<BR>"I see," Leonorica said with an exaggerated air of comprehension. "And how, pray tell, am I to handle your beloved Kundiman? Must I carry a decanter of pure crystal water for her to wash her face in?"<BR>Argelin grinned. "My dear thief, you think far too little of her."<BR>"Have it your way, but if we fail you'll know that it was because of that extra baggage."<BR>"Shrew," Argelin teased. "But I see you have no objection to the others?"<BR>"The twins captured me, so they're invariably good. Laurelin's moody (I noticed even before you did, but I wasn't as dumb as to provoke her to make sure), but I think that she'll make an excellent person for the company. Convincing her might be a problem, but I'll manage it--<em>without</em> you in the vicinity."<BR>"Agreed. Now you may collect the items taken from you before you were captured."<BR>Leonorica's eyes gleamed hopefully. "My gold?"<BR>"Armor and weapons," Argelin said mercilessly. He smiled. "But then you are always welcome to my smithies and armories..."<BR>She was gone before he finished.
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Postby Elryde » Fri Apr 30, 2004 5:57 am

<em>This is just too easy. Everyone here sleeps like the dead. I didn't even need a potion.</em> Helera thought, smiling as she searched for the item her client described -a circular medallion of gold and silver with an intricate design of leaves.<BR>She had sneaked inside, past the sleeping guards and started to search quickly for the medallion.<BR><em>There!</em> She took the medallion from its container, a clothed glass case hidden behind an antique vase (and an ugly one at that). The item was obviously valuable and probably worth more than her charging price.<BR><BR>Taking it carefuly and placing it in a hidden pocket inside her belt lining, she replaced the cover and cloth the way it was before and turned to leave.<BR><em>Oh no,</em> Standing there before the door was a child -a child that just had to scream. Helera quickly ran out the door and ran for the nearest wall she could scale and escape to. A quick glance over her shoulder let her know that the guards were now fully awake. She then heard their quick steps. <BR>Seeing the low wall, she quickly began to scale it. But it was too late.<BR>A guard grabbed her foot and roughly pulled her down.<BR><em>Damn!</em> was her thought before being bound at the hands by another guard.<BR>Seeing that she was a woman, the guard felt her (like the perverted man he was) and found the stolen item.<BR>***<BR>Helera was in a position she never thought she'd be in. She felt bad not for herself but for her father -bless his soul. She was waiting outside the throne room of the palace, waiting for her judgement.<BR>The man she had stolen from was inside probably exaggerating events and lying about being the true owner of the medallion.<BR>The doors opened and she walked in without hesitation, her head high.<BR><BR>The king was slightly surprised and amused at the sight of Helera, daughter of the late Heiron, and one of the great captains in his fleet (like her father before her), enter with her hands bound and head high. Even with the small demi-mask on her eyes, he knew her.<BR>"So," he spoke to the accuser, a rich merchant. "This is she?" <BR>"Yes, it is her." was the answer.<BR>Argelin looked pointedly at Helera. Her composure slightly fell at his look.<BR><em>Oh papa, what have I done?</em> she thought with an inward sigh.<BR>"You may go then," he told the merchant. And he left, closing the doors firmly behind him, a bit flustered at the quick dismissal.<BR>With slight anger, Argelin walked to her and said,"You have a lot to explain, Helera."<BR><em>Damn!</em><BR><BR>_________<BR>post more soon..
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Postby Minuial_o_Lorien » Fri Apr 30, 2004 7:41 pm

"Ahhhh" Laurelin sighed as she splashed the cool refreshing water over her face. The water was fresh from the river outside brought to her by one of the chamber maids at her request. Although Ulgeren informed her before taking his leave that all the King had to offer was at her disposal, a simple bowl of fresh water was all she desired. She had asked the chamber maid to see she was left undisturbed.<BR><BR>She looked around the luxurious chamber she was given. Aside from the cold stone, the decoration had an elven feel resembling the styling of Imladris. Yet it still seemed like a prison. She preferred the vast chambers of the forrest to the offerings here. <BR><BR>She took a seat by a window in the north corner and looked out upon the trees on the outskirts of Umbar. Tirn-Sul had pearched himself upon the sil next to her. She reached her hand out to him and delicately stroked his breast. Softly she whispered to him, "Fear not old friend, this time tomorrow you will be free to fly the skies again." Laurelin set her gaze back over the forrest, "And I to roam the woods."<BR><BR>She remained at the window seat, deep in thought about the days events. She wondered what it was that this young King expected from her. If he was familiar with who she was, which was apparent by his bitter reminder of her past, then he should know she has no desire to do anything other than fulfill her destiny. To right the wrongs she had committed against her kinsmen and finally be granted passage into the west. She was weary of Middle Earth and felt the call of the sea. Yet until she chased the dark shadow from the land with the fierce light of the Eldar, or lost her life in the process, it was here in Middle Earth she was doomed to wander.<BR><BR>There was some scuffling outside her door that forced her attention back to the present. The door busted open as Ulgeren pushed past the protesting chamber maid. <BR><BR>"My lady." he said as he bowed his head. Laurelin quickly looked over to the apologetic chamber maid and gave her a nod indicating that she placed no blame upon the frail creature. Much relieved the young girl quickly disappeared into the darkened hall. <BR><BR>Slowly Laurelin turned to face Ulgeren, regarding him suspiciously. "Come to gloat over my captivity?" she asked sarcastically.<BR><BR>Ulgeren gave her a discerning look. "My lady, I have come to retrieve you and escort you to the feast."<BR><BR>"And what have you done to deserve such punishment?" she remarked.<BR><BR>Ulgeren smiled to himself. "You may be surprised to learn I have volunteered to do so."<BR><BR>"Well I am sure it will be no surprise to learn that I am not going." she snapped.<BR><BR>"Not going?!" Ulgeren said shaking his head, "But it is in your honor! Are you not hungry? Thirsty?....If anything, it appears to me you are in desperate need of merriment at the very least."<BR><BR>Laurelin took one last look at the darkened forest below before responding. "I suppose I deserved that." she said as she flashed a warm smile at the man, "I thank you for your kind invitation, however, I fear I do not have the appropriate attire anyway."<BR><BR>This was what Ulgeren was waiting to hear. "Indeed my lady, you certainly can not attend such an event dressed in those elven rags." he said smiling as he went towards the door, "Which is why I have sought the service of the Kings very own taylors to see that you do have something more appropriate."<BR><BR>Ulgeren opened the door to reveal a man holding an elegant green gown. Laurelin's lips parted ever so slightly at the sight of it. Suspicion again took hold of her.<BR><BR>"Why is it you are trying so desperately to win my favor Ulgeren?" she asked, "Or is the gown poisoned?"<BR><BR>He regarded her warmly, "Lady Laurelin, I am afraid we got off on the wrong foot. It is my way of offering peace between us. I am sorry that you are being held here against your will. Umbar is a wonderful city. Perhaps you could at least pretend to enjoy a moment or two while you are here. I promise I will tell no one. Besides, it has been a great many years since I have had the chance to have such a fair lady at my arm. I promise though not to touch you with my filthy mortal hands."<BR><BR>The rare sound of her laughter filled the room. It had been so long since someone made her laugh. Quickly she regained her composure. She certainly did not wish to spend more time than need be in this stone cage. In fact, it may prove well if she went. Perhaps she could get the King to ask his favor tonight and be done with the entire affair before the sun rose. <BR><BR>"Very well then. Yet only because I am hungry." she said quickly. "Now go and let me change."<BR><BR>
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Postby Dummble » Fri Apr 30, 2004 9:47 pm

The cool wind woke Ara from her unwanted slumber. One of the gaurds thought it fitting for her to be caryed like a sac of potatoes, the other thought she should act like one, and punched her in the head knocking her unconcious. Survaying her suroundings, she found her self in a room with a single cot, a small fire, and a tiny window with a wooden door. She got up tripping over a string on the ground making a clattering noise. Emitely two gaurds ran, diffrent fromthe night before, took her by each arm and started walking her down stairs and coridors, neight answering any of her questions.<BR><BR>The gaurds stoped in front of two big doors. A man in a funny hat opend the door. There was the King, and two women. The older of the pair of ladies walked to the younger one and said,"You have a lot to explain, Helera." Then all eyes were on her, and her pair of embaressed escourts.
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Sun May 02, 2004 5:21 pm

Lossen and Herendil were at a small inn preparing to leave Umbar. Lossen was packing both her an her brothers bags whilst he sharpened their weapons. <BR><BR>"I think we should come here more often," Herendil commented as he stared into the fire and sharped his dagger. "Umbar is a lovely city."<BR><BR>"My instincts tell me it's not the city your interested in," teased Lossen as she folded one of her brother's tunics and placed it in his pack. She saw the glint of a gem and picked up a small knife. The handle was pure gold with jade stones set in it. The blade was made from a white stone, and small elvish decorations traced the edge of the blade. On the handle was inscribed in elvish, "May Manwe and Elbereth guide and protect you." Not a very sentiment statement, but nonetheless a tear slipped down Lossen's cheek, a rare occurence. Her brother looked up in time to catch the glint of the tear as it fell, and quickly put aside what he was doing to hug his sister. He looked at the special knife that appeared to be more for decoration than for use and sighed. <BR><BR>"It brings back memories," stated Herendil as he wrapped his twin in his arms. <BR><BR>"Yes, it does. Whenever I look at the blade I can see their faces...they're always smiling and happy. Why did nana and ada have to leave us? We were too young...but they had to go on that blasted journey to mirkwood..."<BR><BR>"I know, Lossy, I know. Fate drove them apart from us. I think it's time to let go of this."<BR><BR>Lossen jerked out of her brother's arms with a scowle, "I'll let go of their memory when Sauron gives up his thrown peacfully and when you marry an orc."<BR><BR>She gently wrapped up the knife, an heirloom and placed it with care in her pack. It was her only treasure, unless you count a small mithril ring with three stones set on it, coral, opal, and jade. A necklace she had also, a mithril chain and on it were the same kind of stones with three leaves surrounding them.<BR><BR>Her brother had a duplicate of the same kind of ring his sister had, but that was the only goods he owned. <BR><BR>As Lossen was folding the last tunic, a knock was heard on the room door, and Herendil answered it. Outside was a man clad in the garb of a servant of the King. <BR><BR>"Yes?" asked Herendil, afraid the king had something else for them to do.<BR><BR>"My lord wishes you to come to the great feast tonight in honour of the Lady Laurelin. He says that your presence is required."<BR><BR>"Required?" spat Lossen. "So this elf could slay us like she did the rest of our kindred? Is this the deal she made with the king? To have him deliver us into the hands of a kin slayer? His feast might as well be the Helcaraxe. Tell your king we will not come."<BR><BR>"Lossen..." Herendil stared at his sister in disbelief. He shook his head and looked back at the servant, "We will come, even if I have to drag my sister there, we will be there. My sister is a little testy at the moment, please forgive her sharp mouth."<BR><BR>The servant looked angered by Lossen's speach, but was comforted a little by her brother. "The umbar women are not allowed to talk so to the men, if you were a citizen of this city you would immiedietly be stripped and scourged. Be thankfull you will not be reprimanded."<BR><BR>Blood ran to the Elven woman's face as she walked over to the door, said, "Thank you, and good night," and slammed the door in the servant's face. <BR><BR>"I'm sure he took offence to that, Lossy."<BR><BR>"Oh? really? What a pity, I wish I could do it again and this time catch his pointy little nose between the door and the frame." <BR><BR>Herendil laughed as he opened his pack and looked for his formal tunic.<BR><BR>"What are you doing?" asked Lossen, watching her brother. <BR><BR>"What does it looked like?"<BR><BR>"looks like you're unpacking what I just worked hard to pack." <BR><BR>"Well, if we're going to the feast I want to look presentable," Herendil rolled his eyes.<BR><BR>"We're not going, brother," said the she-elf. "I do not feel like facing the kin-slayer."<BR><BR>"Then you are a coward. I do not think that she will kill us if we are on our gaurd. Now come on, get out your formal tunic and put it on. We're going whether you like it or not."<BR><BR>Lossen sighed in defeat, her brother 'would' in all honesty drag her there ready or not. She gave in by doing as he said. Her formal tunic was of a grey-bluish color with ice white embroidery on the coller and cuffs. Her brother's was much the same except his was of a burgandy color with red embroidery. <BR><BR>When they reached the palace many people had all ready arrived and the halls were filled with servants fluttering to and fro. The twins were brought into the feast hall and looked around. The king was sitting at the head of the main table, and Laurelin was next to him as the guest of honor. She was indeed beautiful as the tales told. Cold and beautiful. <BR><BR>"Remember, don't let your gaurd down," said Lossen as she and her brother were directed to their seats.
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Postby Minuial_o_Lorien » Mon May 03, 2004 4:25 pm

Laurelin sat quietly at the Kings side half listening to his idle chatter about Umbar's affairs, while she maintained a vigilant watch over the arriving guests. Why did the King insist on torturing her so. She wished he would just say what it was he wanted and be done with it so she could be on her way. <BR><BR>She turned her head to find the King staring at her knowingly. Laurelin met his gaze and refused to look away. She could not help but note that there was an elven aire about him. Slowly his lips upturned slightly as he began to speak quietly to her.<BR><BR>"Patience my lady, you will know all there is to know soon enough." he said in a near whisper that only she could hear.<BR><BR>"Then why is it I must endure this wretched feast? Why could I not just wait quietly, in my stone cage?" she replied in a sarcastic tone.<BR><BR>The King sat back in his chair and laughed heartily, "Will nothing chip away at the ice around your heart fair lady? I prepare for you this wonderful feast, merriness all about and yet there you sit, sullen and without joy. Are you not allowed to smile or is it you prefer to be miserable?"<BR><BR>Laurelin turned away from him dismissively. She need not explain away her displeasure at being held captive by him. She looked at the food on the plate placed in front of her. As apetizing as it was, she was no longer hungry. Instead she continued to drink her fill of wine. As she looked up from her glass to scan those who have newly assembled she spotted the two elves in the service of the king enter the room. The male looked at her and offered a quick friendly smile, while the female just glared at her as they were led to their seats. Much to her chagrin, it was only a few seats down from her. <BR><BR>A sigh escaped Laurelin's lips as she thought to herself how she would now have to suffer the she-elf's scrutinizing eyes upon her all night. She continued to look around the table as it occurred to her that those sitting amongst them were not the nobility of Umbar that would be traditionally seated with the King. The large thief the elves had captured was sitting across from them and across from the King was the fairer thief she encountered in the woods. Strange indeed. There were two other anxious looking women who seemed somewhat out of place at this table as well. In fact, aside from the King, Ulgeren and few others scattered about no one seemed to belong. <BR><BR>Things were beginning to fall into place. There was a reason the King assembled this group tonight and she was certain it had to do with whatever it was he wished to ask of her. <BR><BR>"Allow me to make the introductions around our table this evening." came the King's voice as he stood up from his seat, "Though there are many here who have joined us this night, I will only introduce those who are newly arrived in our Kingdom and at my table." <BR><BR>The King nodded his head toward the fair thief, "Except of course for my fair Lady Kundiman, whom most of you know already." he said as he smiled warmly at her. She rewarded him with a sweet flutter of her eyes and alluring smile. <BR><BR>The King then turned to the elves, "Hailing from lands far from our city, yet close to our hearts I give you Herendil and Alqualossen to whom our city owes its thanks for their assistance in matters that I can not yet disclose." <BR><BR>The two elves seemed surprised by his statement as they both regarded him with widened eyes and then looked to each other. A rare pair those two. Twins amongst the first born were highly unusual. <BR><BR>"A few places from them is another who comes a long distance to us, Lady Ara, and the young lady next to her is of course you know Helera." <BR><BR>Lady Ara sat proudly, though stoic and unmoved, as she nodded her acknowledgement to the King. On the other hand the girl named Helera seemed quite uncomfortable with the momentary attention given to her by those at the table. The King paused for a moment regarding the youg girl sternly before moving on with his introductions. <BR><BR>"To my far left we have Lenorica, whose skills as a thief will now be used for the Kingdoms benefit, instead of her own." he said teasingly. <BR><BR>Finally he came to Laurelin. "And here we have our guest of honor, the Lady Laurelin..." he paused for a minute as a devilish grin came across his face, "...who seems somewhat saddened this night. Therefore I promise a cauldron of treasure to anyone here who can make her laugh. For she seems to me in terrible need of joy in her heart"<BR><BR>Laurelin's eyes flashed with anger as she scowled at the King. He simply smiled back at her stifling the laughter he felt welling inside at the amuzing situation he just placed his icey cold guest in. <BR><BR>"Now, let us enjoy our feast!"
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Postby foodaddict » Sat May 08, 2004 1:20 am

Leonorica sent Argelin a long-suffering look from beneath her thick, spiky lashes, and rolled her eyes at him. He smirked at her impertinence and winked all the more roguishly. :wink:
"Cad," Leonorica mouthed at him. It was plain dumb to provoke Laurelin. :nono:
"Nice dress," he mouthed sincerely, sweeping an admiring gaze over her.
Leonorica sent him a haughty arch of her brow, but inwardly she was pleased. She was female, after all. She turned her gaze to Laurelin and gave her a sympathetic look. Laurelin did not say anything, but her features softened considerably.
"I must say," Kundiman said from beside her, "I do agree with Argelin. That dress is lovely."
Leonorica shot her an irritated glance. "Who in the hells is 'Argelin'?"
Kundiman's eyes widened and she gave her a surprised, condescending look. "Why, he's the King! It's ignorance supreme not to know that!"
"Is it?" Leonorica said icily. "I thought everyone referred to him as 'Your Majesty'--or didn't you know that?"
"He and I are on very personal terms."
"So I've seen. Does being personal excuse you from courtesy to the Royals then?"
Kundiman's eyes widened even more and she wasn't merely surprised. She was shocked. Leonorica felt a little sorry for being so sharp with her. She'd complimented her dress, after all.
"My apologies," Leonorica ammended, uneasy at the hurt in Kundiman's eyes. "Do you really like this dress? I got it from traders when they got back from Harad. I didn't steal it, mind you."
"It suits you," Kundiman said, forgiving her at once and warming to the subject. "Red looks positively garish on most women, but it looks so rich and sultry on you. But then again, some women don't have skin as golden as yours."
"Now you're pulling my leg," Leonorica said, grinning. "I'd much rather have your complexion. It's so...translucent."
"You think so? Well, yours is glowing."
"Stop it. You have beautiful eyes."
"You have seductive eyes."
"Your figure defines the word 'goddess'."
"What are you talking about? I'd kill for your legs and shape!"
They drifted off into a compliment-each-other-the-most contest and the rest of the people (who'd been rather eager to watch the developments between the two) lost interest and went to their own affairs.
Ara looked towards Helera, who was fidgeting.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, concerned.
"I hate this dress," Helera burst out contemptuously, glaring at Argelin. "It's so--brazen!"
Ara took in the sight of Helera's beautiful shoulders and the rest of the flesh that the slinky dress displayed.
"A bit much, but you carry it well," Ara said comfortingly.
"That durned fool of a king Argelin forced me to wear it," Helera said with a sniff.
"Why? What did you do?"
"Ah...well...ahem!...it's a small personal matter."
"I see." Ara took a look at her and then at Argelin, recalling the stern look the king had given Helera earlier. "Are you related?"
"Nope," the maiden said, slanging her words. "But that ass treats me like a kid sister. Its god-durned annoying."
Ara smiled and ignored Helera's language. "But the dress is lovely."
Frenkath turned to Ulgeren. "What is this? Lady-comfort-lady night?"
Ulgeren shook his silvery aged head. "The women should be comfortable. They're the majority of the fellowship, after all. Argelin's dawdling though. Why won't he simply announce it? And it was extremely mean to put Lady Laurelin through this ridiculous challenge."
"She is a bit sullen, though."
"Yes, and does she look any happier now?"
Frenkath took a look at Laurelin's face and decided otherwise.
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Postby atalantea » Mon May 10, 2004 6:26 pm

Karimlan smiled. She liked this Leonorica... and perhaps the thief is starting to like her too. She smiled. Wait until she figures out who stole her stolen goods. :D

She wore a white dress that revealed more than it covered. It highlighted her rosy skin that seemed rosier than usual. It also accented the green of her eyes that captivated all men that were now crowding around her. She smiled shyly at them, breaking their hearts and claiming them all to herself as she did. She stole a glance at the king who was now busy with Leonorica who seemed to be sulky around the king and Laurelin who just seemed to ignore him. They seemed to keep him from noticing her now. It's fine... the king have not yet seen her fully all night and she will just have to punish him later... by seating right in front of his line of sight but on a seat very far from him.

Her dress hung from her neck went down to cover her breasts, spread a little down to cover her abdomen and slid down carelessly in a dramatic effect. Her long skirt came around her had slits on both sides starting from her hips down. Her back was totally exposed and it drew more attention that she most certainly liked. One more thing that she loved about her outfit was the medallion that a merchant ever so kindly gave her this afternoon... along with every other stuff he had:D. It was positioned a little below her chest, hanging on to dear life. It seemed to be all that held all her clothes in place.

She smiled again at a man came and offered to escort her towards the terrace. She looked at the man and saw an elf. He looked familiar.

"You look wonderful tonight! So beautiful..." he said.

"Thank you... Do I know you?" she asked. His brows furrowed.

"You do! Herendil remember? The man who helped you carry all those things? The one who gave you a drink the other time, the one who_"

"Oh, of course, I'm sorry, it's just that you look so good tonite I failed to recognize you!" She had no idea who this man was but she did have an idea.

"Really? Thank you!" he blushed.

"Herendil you are wearing the very same thing you do everytime we are in a gathering," came Lossen in a very droaned voice. Helera giggled at the comment. She came with them.

Kundiman turned to them and smiled at them then bowed and retreated to the feast.

"Oh, now look at what you've done! You've upset her! Do you know how hard it took me to take her out here?" cried Herendil.

A glass shattering caught both elves in surprise.

"Whats wrong Helera?" asked Lossen

"My medallion! She has my medallion!?!"
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Mon May 10, 2004 7:44 pm

"Oh, now look at what you've done! You've upset her! Do you know how hard it took me to take her out here?" cried Herendil.

Lossen rolled her eyes and was prepared to retort when a glass shattering caught the twins in surprise.

"Whats wrong Helera?" asked Lossen as she tried to feel for her sword...but remember she had givin it to one of the gaurds at the entrance.

"My medallion! She has my medallion!?!"

"Your medallion?" asked Herendil, "Maybe you gave it to her as a gift?"

"Or maybe you're just trying to stick up for the little princess?" proffered Lossen with an icy smile which caught her brother off gaurd. "I recognize her now. I knew she looked familiar. Herendil, she's that theif from the streets that night, the one that stole the goods from us...after we caught Leonorica...after she stole them from that house. She's a thief!" she whispered, almost hissing.

"No, she's not, as you can see. She's a lady in the King's service, why would a thief be in the king's service?"

"Because she's extremely seductive and can obviously make e ven the most stoic of men succumb to her." Turning to a worried and upset Hellera, Lossen spoke gently to her, "Are you sure it's your medallion and not a replica?"
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Postby Dummble » Wed May 12, 2004 8:04 pm

Ara, was shocked at the ammount of women in the group seated in fron tof the King. She was also quite suprised that she was not in any trobble.

After much small chat with the women, she found her self in front of the king. She had much to ask, but the first apearance and the royalness of the man was over whelming! She had to ask for her colonay, she was chosen....chosen to bear the message...not just stare at the king.

In the end Ara just stood. Gaping. Jaw to the floor, before the king finally laughed a great deal at her awkward ness.

It was not Ara's fault! She grew up about women, never seeing more than a handfull of men!

"What might be so amuesing my lord?" Was all she could sputter out. Ara's shy and awkwardness turned to anger.

"Oh just its like you have never seen a man before, or walking on new feet if i should be so bold...and that I am!"

"I need some more wine, so if you will excuse me, my lordship." Ara turned quickly, leaving the King (now with his mouth open) to get some more water, the first glass she was served tasted...well just wrong...she didnt know what to make of it. So she had her gobblet filled wiht jsut water that she took from the fountain.
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