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 Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:36 am
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"Uh...Nolah..." Morthol whispered, but too late. The Numenorean lady had already flung her arms around the old king. He was shocked.
No less than Elendil, who looked rather stupefied.
"Well...uh...behave yourself, Nolah, you are a married lady, and I am a king, now now, let's calm ourselves down..." The old King stated, as he tried to look stern. "Well, I shall be retiring to my bedchambers as well. It bothers me that Gil-galad has not been present at the party, but we shall talk about that tomorrow. Have a pleasant evening!"
The High-King strode off the celebrations area. Meanwhile, Morthol looked rather nervous.
"So...uh...shall we go?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 1:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 8:58 am
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 9:41 am
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"Uh ... no, not at all ... as a matter of fact, this breastplate is killing me ..."
Morthol's heart was beating. The breastplate was, indeed, heavy, and he had it on for hours. Sure, he was accustomed to wearing heavy armor, but not combined with a great deal of stress and anxiety.
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"Well, the lovebirds have departed, and the party is over. So, Lord Nar, shall we discuss business? I have a chest of gold and an important artifact for you." spoke Menegil Belmagol, as he aproached the Dwarven king again.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 2:34 pm
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Mithlond :: Mindon Lindlieva
25 Quelle in the Reckoning of Rivendell
1 Hisime in the King's Reckoning
Nolah Pennbeleth
"I'm sure it's terribly heavy." She replied, trying to keep the conversation going as she made her way over to her trunk. Fumbling with the lid, she finally managed to get the heavy thing open and turned her back to Morthol so that she could rifle through without him seeing what it was she was after. Finally her hands found the silk garment. The robe that Larion had thought indecent.
Clutching it to her breast, she cast a shy glance across the room at Morthol. " I'll be back my love, perhaps you'd like to change out of your armor while I'm gone?" Despite the confident tone to her voice, she felt her hands shake as they wrapped around the door handle leading into the bathing chamber.
With a gentle push, the door swung open noiselessly and she stepped in, shutting it firmly behind her.
The stones had an almost lilac tint to them, but everything was bathed in the flickering light of what must have been a hundred candles, all newly lit as barely any had melted down at all. The large bath, a basin if she were to lable it more acurately was the same color and substance as the walls but the top edges were inlaid with ivory and several other glittering stones. Rose petals floated atop the water's steaming surface.
Taking a few paces forwards, she ran the tips of her fingers across, catching several petals on her way. Her grip tightened on the robe and she turned once again, to find herself facing a full length mirror. "Wonderful..." She muttered, half in annoyance. She did not like mirrors about when she was changing, purely on the fact that she did not normally like to catch glimpses of herself but if she wanted to look her best for Morthol...
It took her roughly twenty minutes to get out of the dress, the only fact being that she'd had help getting into it and had none to get out. It was hung safely behind the mirror and quickly she slipped into the silken robe. The wilting flowers and ties were pulled from her hair so that it cascaded down in wild, dark waves about her shoulders. She glanced at herself in the mirror, turning her head this way and that, securing the robe's belt not too tightly, lest Morthol have trouble undoing it. Finally pleased she tiptoed over to the door and rapped softly against it.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 2:34 pm
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Nolah's attitude was suspicious at that time. She had fumbled through her trunk swiftly and had taken something, that Morthol could tell just by the way Nolah moved. The curiousity had then overlapped the anxiety, but the anxiety soon took over again.
The five later minutes were spent in removing his breastplate, boots and bracers. Piling them up on the chair next to the closet, he then undressed himself, and put on a fine dark-green robe-de-chambre. Everything was perfect. The air itself carried peace and tranquility, and somehow, a small measure of assurance started building up in his heart. A little voice by his ear was telling him; Nothing could go wrong. All he had to do was to let himself go, and all would be well.
He opened the windows of the bedroom's balcony, that faced the West. The wind was blowing southward, as soft as the silk robe that covered him. He looked upward; Earendil was shining brightly that day. It made him remember the events that ended the First Age and that had opened the way to the creation of the kingdom of the island of Elenna, now Atalante.
Nolah's voice pulled him out of the grim reminiscences that had suddenly taken over him. "Uh... yes, my love. The stars today shine brightly above us, and the light of Earendil graces the lands of Arda..." he unexpectedly stated.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 4:07 am
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 10:34 am
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