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Post by Alatariel on Jun 27, 2005 22:32:34 GMT
The throne of shadow sits high upon a few steps. Twisted metals frame it, and decorate the rest of the room. Upon the dark throne sits the Lady of Mordor, Alatariel Tasolda. This is where all may come to speak or make a request to the maiden. Though beware...she may not always be in the grandest of moods.
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jun 27, 2005 22:42:43 GMT
Murazor appeared out of fire , he looked at the Queen of Mordor and said " I the prince of rivendell wish for an alliance with you the queen of Mordor" he was careful not to upset the women , he wasnt sure of her power nor would he wish to be the first to see it.
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 27, 2005 22:46:26 GMT
Alatariel looked up as the male appeared in a burst of flame. "Rivendell." She stated simply. "Home of the elves...founded by the Lord Elrond." A smirk played upon her features and she tilted her head curiously with a raised brow. "Rivendell is not a realm of evil. Why would she wish to ally herself with the likes of Mordor?"
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jun 27, 2005 22:56:08 GMT
" I wish to unite the chosen under one banner , and i see great potenial in you " he said meeting the queens gaze.
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Post by Megloren Istdale on Jun 27, 2005 23:31:03 GMT
The doors swung open again. Megloren walked inside, swiftly. "Ignore this fool, Lady Alatariel. He is one of those unworthy of grantance into Mordor. A scum of Rivendel. How dare he see potential in you, when you are already far greater than him. I am Megloren of Angrenost. I come seeking an alliance with you."
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jun 27, 2005 23:36:54 GMT
Murazor sighed then said " If you wish for an allaicne with Rivendell then you have it my lady "
Melegoren was becoming a pest now , dhr esd s little bug whch needed squishing , there was many words he could use to describe how annoying she was.
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 27, 2005 23:55:52 GMT
Alatariel rose from her place on the throne and took a few steps down...though making sure she was still a head above the others. "Do not try my patience," she said to them, "for I am afraid that it grows thin." Her dark eyes moved slowly between the two of them. "You," she said to Megloren...still somewhat annoyed, but trusting her more than the male that appeared in the fire, "why do you seek alliance with the land of Mordor?"
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Post by Megloren Istdale on Jun 28, 2005 0:00:25 GMT
Megloren smiled softly. "I do not wish to speak to you in such public..." She nodded towards Murazor. "Everything will be explained, but not around him- I assure you."
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 0:06:57 GMT
Alatariel nodded toward one of her guards who moved in and waited for her to give him instruction. She glanced toward Megloren and motioned with her hand toward a door off the side of the throne. "We will go into the adjoining room for a few moments and speak over a glass of wine. Though if I myself were not thirsty, I would have you say your piece right here, private or not...know that." She turned her dark gaze toward the guard, "Keep our friend company." She said smiling to Murazur. "We will only be gone shortly...then I will return and hear your piece." Alatariel then opened the door and slipped into the adjoining room, waiting for Megloren to follow.
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Post by Megloren Istdale on Jun 28, 2005 0:18:19 GMT
She nodded and walked into the room. "I dont wish to trouble you, honestly..." She waited until the door was closed to speak- ensuring Murazor could not hear. "I am allied with Angmar, Khand, Moria, and Enedwaith as well. I have control over Eomund of Rohan. We have a secret alliance, and we need all of the help we can get. Murazor belongs to the alliance with Arnor and Gondor. Will you join us?"
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 0:23:30 GMT
"Then certainly it is no longer so secret that you are forming alliances...for you ask for privacy in front of the watching eyes of Murazur himself. Certainly not a very wise way to conduct business I would expect. But never mind." The Dark Queen moved toward a small table against one of the walls and lifted a bottle of liquid. She motioned to a larger metal table positioned in the center of the room. "Do sit down and I will pour you a glass. Surely you are not in such a hurry that you cannot enjoy a drink." She poured her own glass first, then set one down in the place where Megloren would sit if she was wise. "Now...tell me about this secret alliance." Her dark eyes watched Megloren carefully through the shadows.
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Post by Megloren Istdale on Jun 28, 2005 0:33:55 GMT
"I dont care if he knows about our alliance. I dont want him to know who I am allying with. And he could have ways to record our meeting. His word is secondary evidence wilst a true statement from my lips would be suicidal on my part. It would ruin everything. And I hope you know that I cant tell you everything in this alliance just yet... But I will explain that we are an organization whos sole purpose is to extingush the light in Middle-Earth, and take it into darkness. Over time, we plan on being very powerful."
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 0:42:46 GMT
The word 'powerful' was what caught Alatariel's attention. She placed her glass back down on the tray and folded her arms. Perhaps there was something she could gain out of all this after all. A smirk formed upon her lips as she glanced in Megloren's direction. "Know that Mordor has a power of its own without the aid of others...but mayhap an alliance could benefit us all for a time." The Dark Queen took a step further into the shadow, pondering the possibilities. She circled the table once, stopping where she'd first been in front of the wine tray. "What say you to this?"
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Post by Megloren Istdale on Jun 28, 2005 0:46:19 GMT
"I say, if you can be trusted, then by all means." She smirked.
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 0:50:18 GMT
"Of the two of us, I am the only one who is not controling the mind of another or forming a secret alliance. Therefore, I would think that I would be the one to be trusting." Alatariel returned the smirk. "Though I could be wrong." She turned her cold gaze toward the door before returning it to Megloren. "Then your plan is set in motion. I accept." She headed toward the door, but paused, her black gown billowing about her feet. "Is there anything else that I should know?"
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