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Post by Envin on Aug 23, 2005 13:41:46 GMT
His bandaged arm laid in its sling, even though its owner was itching to take it out and pick Arwen up and spin her about. But that was out of the question, so he contented himself with spinning her about on the floor, her pretty feet in their light shoes making circles of motion upon the floor. The clapping about them grew louder and louder as the music sped up and they moved to match it, and then suddenly with a loud note it was over, and the inn erupted in applause.
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Post by vanya on Aug 23, 2005 13:51:06 GMT
Arwen laughed and bowed her neck before the cheers. Then she smiled up to Aragorn. "Thank you for the wonderfull dance." she said and gave him a light kiss on his lips.
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Post by Envin on Aug 23, 2005 23:34:09 GMT
He returned her kiss and smiled into her eyes. "Only the most wonderful for my wonderful Queen," said he as he swept into a deep bow. He offered her his arm and she took it, and they left the Inn, taking their ways at leisure ere they came to their Chambers. Aragorn had passed through a heavy ordeal that day, and was eager to lose many an hour in sleep.
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Post by Saeros on Aug 30, 2005 5:54:18 GMT
Saeros entered the pub, ordered a large ale and took seat by the window. He took his pipe out and stuffed it between taking some sips of his mug. His eyes went over the crowd and he let his thoughts slip. He lit his pipe and puffed silently, half way dreaming and thinking of a girl he once met, far away in another pub. It seemed like yesterday, even it was already a while. He smiled with the thought at her.
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Post by Katherin on Sept 1, 2005 15:31:14 GMT
The dark haired maiden entered the pub casually. For her, this was just another normal day. A normal day in which she could drop by the local pub and grab herself a drink while listening to the gossip and bar fights of those around her. Not that there were many of the latter...after all, Minas Tirith was a pretty well run city. Katherin ordered her usual beverage and steeled herself away to a table in the back. The dark cloak that covered her shoulders and reached to her feet was pulled loosely about her, and she lowered her hood to get a better look at the surrounding visitors. Leaning back in her chair, she propped her feet up on the table, sipping slowly from her mug. Hopefully something interesting might happen this night. She was in the mood for a good laugh as her dark brown eyes scanned through the room.
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Post by Dorlas on Sept 1, 2005 15:47:31 GMT
A man in cape and hood with a large sword at his side, aproached in the door. He went to the bar, ordered an ale and walked straight through the clouds of smoke to the back of the room. Placing his mug on the table he sank on his seat, carefully watching the other guests in the pub. He noticed the maiden not far from him. Even his eyes were shadowed still by his hood, his grin couldn't be missed when he looked at her, leaning in her chair with the feet on the table in a not very ladylike position.
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Post by Katherin on Sept 1, 2005 15:51:05 GMT
Katherin's chair dropped back to all four legs with a thud, as she noted the grin of the stranger who'd just walked in. She did not think she'd seen him around here before...but then, she couldn't be certain when most of his face was covered by his hood. "Can I help you?" She asked, arching a brow as she cocked her head curiously. The maiden swirled her cup about on the table as she awaited an answer...rather impatiently.
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Post by Dorlas on Sept 1, 2005 19:26:51 GMT
His grin grow wider. "No, I don't think you can," he chuckled and took a deep sip out of his mug.
His eyes went off her and scanned the room. The door slammed open and some guys of the winged guard, half in uniform half in civil entered the inn, stepping by for a beer on their way home. The hooded Man backed slowly off to get covered more by the darkness of the corner and layed his hand on his swordhilt.
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Post by Katherin on Sept 1, 2005 19:34:48 GMT
Katherin narrowed her eyes as she watched, struggling to see the man as he resceded into further darkness. She placed her booted feet back upon the floor, leaning her elbows against the table top as she pretended to be quite interested in her drink. "You in some sort of trouble with the Gondorian guard?" She asked, a small smirk playing upon her lips.
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Post by Dorlas on Sept 1, 2005 19:42:39 GMT
He throw a glance toward the guards, but none of them left the the bar and he turned his eyes to the women. "No, why you think that?" he asked quietly, still having one eye on every movement in the front of the inn.
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Post by Katherin on Sept 1, 2005 19:46:26 GMT
Katherin folded her arms and leaned back in her chair once more. "Well," she said with a sly grin, "for one thing, you nearly jumped out of your chair when they walked inside. And two...you can't keep your eyes off them." She cocked her head, her dark brown eyes watching him carefully. Obviously, something was amiss. Katherin just did not know what it was. She took a small sip from her mug before placing it back on the wooden table.
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Post by Dorlas on Sept 1, 2005 20:00:58 GMT
The guards moved to the back of the inn with their mugs in their hands. The hooded man was tens and loosened silently his sword in its sheath. One of the soldiers took seat close to him and the others put their mugs on the table to follow his excample, but one of them looked surround and noticed the man. In a second, a blade was drawn and charged forward, silvern shimering in the damped light, towards the hooded man. He jumped up, the chair crashing down to the ground, draw his sword atself and rushed behind the womans seat. He hold the blade against her throat and pulled her with the other hand up to her feet, bringing her between the guards and himself.
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Post by Katherin on Sept 1, 2005 20:23:19 GMT
Katherin inhaled sharply as she was pulled to her feet and the blade of a sword was placed tightly against her throat. She rolled her eyes exaggeratingly. "I should have known something like this would happen," she mumbled softly to no one in particular. "If you were running from the Gondorian Guard," she growled at him through clenched teeth, "then why did you come to the White Tower Pub and Inn?" The maiden lifted her chin in defiance, even though she knew for the moment she could do nothing to better her situation. Her chocolate colored eyes glanced quickly to the guards, who had hesitated now that she was between them and their object of attention.
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Post by Dorlas on Sept 1, 2005 20:29:18 GMT
"You could say I am kind of stuck here, but maybe I have now a ticket out of the city." The man said and backed off to the back door, pulling the woman with him. "Dorlas, give in, you wount leave Minas Tirith," one of the guards shouted. Every face turned now towards them and the name of the Steward of Enedwaith caused many interest. "We will see," groaled Dorlas behind gritted teeth and pulled the woman out of the door.
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Post by Katherin on Sept 1, 2005 20:33:07 GMT
Katherin found it rather difficult to walk since she was being pulled backward, and she nearly tripped a good number of times. "Seems to me that if you..." she gasped for breath as his blade moved closer to her throat, "...if you had not stopped for a drink you could have been well out of Gondor by now." Her eyes flashed with anger as she was pulled through the street. "They won't let you get away just because you have managed to capture one woman."
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