Masquerade Ball

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"Don't be..." He looked at her, pausing momentarily, "I should be the one to apologize. I yelled far worse than you, and if that isn't enough, I brought down an entire realm. It's not your fault, Theatana..." He whispered her name, choking, as if it hurt him to say the name. "I just hope you're happy," He smiled underneath his mask.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare noticed he went away without noticing her at all, took a deep gulp out of her glass and made for the door. She seemed to be unwanted here and was bored. She would find something better to do.

[Alcorad]

Doren approached Morsereg. He supposed that now they were in the same boat though few knew it. He stood next to him, watching the crowd while casually sipping a glass of wine. "Good evening, Morsereg." He then turned to Theatana and grinned. Somewhat uneasily once he saw the expression on their faces. Then he remembered what Murazor had told him in Dorwinion and his smile faded. "You must be Theatana."

[Kili Redtears]

"Well, thats all right," Kili made his way frm the crowd toward the refreshments

[Garland]

Garland turned to the lady that had spoken to him but saw her nowhere, then caught glimpse of her heading for the door. He stepped quickly infront of her. "Good eve, m'lady."

[~Tom~]

Murazor entered the room and walked behind siranna , and said "May i have this dance , my love ," the words were fluent , but he still had a few aches from the injuries he recieved in Gondor .
He took Sirannas hand in his and pulled her Gently towards him ,and said "You cannot seem to hide such beauty under a mask "he smiled at her , and took her other hand .

[Ilmare]

Ilmare stoped on her way to the door and looked surprised. "Good evening my Lord. I thought you didn't noticed me and left." She smiled and let her gaze glide over the crowd. "Do I know you? You are not very familiar to me, but I think I saw you before." she said and throw a sidewart look to him.

[Garland]

"So you regularly keep company with cloaked figues in masks?" He laughed. "Perhaps you know me, perhaps you do not. Might I have your name?"

[Faron]

Ashuron entered the room, flanked on either side by an elf of Lothlorien. He gazed around the room, taking in details about the current situations in the room.

[Ilmare]

"You might, my Lord, or you might not", she smirked and bent her head aside. "But your mask reminds me on somebody I know, even I doubt HE would be here or need a mask like this." She laughed. "Just guessing I would say, you might come from a friendly realm. I know my foes to well and they are almost all here. So after I saw Morsereg speaking with his daughter, I guess you might come from Moria?"

[Garland]

He laughed. "I might, or then again, probably not. The only things that come from Moria are gobblins and cave trolls, perhaps a few dwarves. I am from Rohan actually."

[Arien]

Arien walked into the ball dressed for the occasion, a long velvet green dress. She had no one to talk to beacuse she hasnt met anyone yet. Of course, She was wearing her mask. She walked over to sit at a table by herslef. She ordered a drink, a red wine.

[Ilmare]

She giggled. "So no orc under the mask, thats a relieve. From Rohan? One of the horse lords? Well, thats interesting. How does it feels like, not to be free anymore? I heared you are now part of Gondor as your realm was before Eorl the young."

[Arien]

Arien noticed Ilmare and Garland talking. She decided to go over and introduce herself. "Hello." She smiled "Im am Arien"

[Ilmare]

Ilmare looked to Arien and smiled behind her mask. "Nice to meet you, Arien. Where are you from? I don't remember I saw your face before." She smirked. "Which is a pitty by the way."