The Citadel of Annuminas

[Envin]

"Calm thyself, good Eomund," returned Aragorn. "Little shall our gathered party concentrate upon dry matters of state with naught to fortify us for the arduous task. At the least, I am sure our dwarven comrades must be eager for ale after their long travails. Betake thee a mug, Lord of Rohan, and a better mood thou shalt discover."

[Siranna]

Siranna shook her head in her hands smiling to herself. "Men." She whispered so no one would hear her.

[Gimli]

Gimli, who had taken his seat next to Siranna, looked about the table, slightly agitated, that only his eyes and his forehead were visble over the tabletop. He looked from Aragorn, to Siranna as she heard her quiet mutterings.

Gimli reached over the edge of the table, trying to reach the bread in front of him, yelling out in frustration at its being out or reach.

"Why couldn't the dwarves have been made a bit taller!" he shouted, falling over in his chair, as he fell against the ground.

[Siranna]

Siranna looked up at Gimli. "Would you like some help my lord?" She asked trying to hold back her smile.

[Gimli]

Gimli began grumbling to himself about the superiority of stone benches, compared to flimsy wooden...chairs...stools, whatever these things were. It almost made a council unbearable.

Finally, Gimli managed to stand erect, setting the chair back up, he sat down once more, only to hear a splintering crack, as the chair broke, sending Gimli faling to the ground, amidst the pieces of wood.

Taking hold of the remains of the chair, Gimli held it aloft, ready to hurl it into the ground, forever ending its cursed duty, until he noticed the others...watching him.

Slowly, he set down the broken piece, standing akwardly next to the table.

"Well..er...bring on the ale, we need good drinks here!"

[~Tom~]

Murazor raised an eye brow then stood up and said " Well i guess were here to talk about all the people our friend , host doren has made , " he took charge not wanting to stay in this room for long , he had a short attention spam.

[Garland]

Lord Garland sat quietly, drinking an ale and nibbling at some bread as he waited for Doren to begin. He was a bit startled by a loud crack, and turned to see the Dwarf Lord on the floor admidst the shards of broken chair. He hid the wide smile by taking a deep gulp of ale.

[Siranna]

Siranna had to get herself a wine to keep from laughing and to hide her smile. She set the wine glass down and turned to. "You can have my chair. I can stand." She smiled to the dwarf that had little showing above the table.

[~Tom~]

Murazor clicked his fingers and the shards of a cahri started to extend and grow taller , and Murazor said " That better now dwarf " he was starting to grow tired of this waiting.

[Garland]

Garland glanced to the dark fellow as he watched the chair reform. The man seemed somewhat annoyed with the fine folks of the council as they talked amongst themselves, enjoying the meal. He stood and offered his hand, "I am Garland of Moria, I do not believe we have met." He glanced back at the chair and smiled, "Thats a handy little trick you have there."

[~Tom~]

Murazor shook the mans hand then he said "Its nothing much, im sure youve seen things better " and he was being honest , his true power lied in the path his farther followed , but he had sworn to himself he would never take that path if he could resist its dark temptations he could live a life his mother would of wanted for him.

[Garland]

Garland nodded, "I'm sorry, but being late I missed your name and where you hail from."

[~Tom~]

"My name is , Murazor Melorian , lord of rivendell " he said closing his eyes as he said his mothers name , it was a unhealed wound .

[Garland]

Garland smiled and replied. "Well, it is nice to meet you, sir." He then took a sip of his ale and sat, thinking.

[Siranna]

"It's good to see you again my lords." Siranna smiled to Garland and Murazor.