Turwaithiel stood out, nodding at Ilythiiri comfortingly. She leaned against the doorway, watching at what these people had to go through, sighing.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Miriel looked at Ilythiiri with a gaze of confidence though she didn't feel that way. Suddenly she heard a loud call throughout the kitchen: "Aye, the dinner's getting cold! It should be served now!"
Miriel reacted quickly and took a tray which was full loaded with delicious delicacies of what only the sight of it made her hungry. She left the kitchen, heading to the large hall where the King would have dinner, wondering whether the others followed her.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Ilythiiri stumbled backwards as a huge platter with what appeared to be the largest roast turkey she'd ever seen was shoved at her. She stared at it for a few seconds and was given a rough shove in the direction of the door. Gulping, she followed Miriel.

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Dodging various platters of meat, the elf swept a large platter of vegatables out of someones arms, and headed after her friends. When she was sure noone was looking, she slipped a couple of the into her pocket and proceeded as if nothing had happpend.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Miriel entered the great hall which was filled with laughter and cheering. Her pace slowed down. Many men were seated at the table of the King but she only recognised a few. She saw the brother of the King, Faramir, on his right hand and Aragorn her friend oposite of the King.
When she approached the table the King looked at her and Miriel could see the greedy look in his eyes when his gaze followed her steps.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Ilythiiri slowed down a little to walk just in front of Rhavaniel. She stared at the floor, hoping she would be able to get in and out quickly without being noticed by many, and was slightly comforted by the elf's presence behind her.

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(umm hello i was gone all week-end so i'm not really up to date! sorry!)

Orielle glared at the elf girl straight away.. then she said "my master has been showing great intrest for you.. he wants to know how you are fairing..."

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((Maybe you should first read all the up-dates so you know where we are? ))

The friendly gaze of the brother of the King and Aragorn offered her some confindence and self-assured she served all the plates with delicacies with gracefull movements, determined not to give inducement for an insult.
She divided the plates equally over the table, starting at the end of the table where some unknown noblemen were seated, while ending at the head of the table where the King conversated loudly with other men of status.
At the moment her tray was empty, Miriel sighed relieved, yet for she could turn around and pace away she felt a greedy hand on her back, invisible for others. Miriel shivered took quickly a step back while Boromir looked at her with a face of triumph and contentment

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

The elf dropped the tray in front of the girls place, watching contently, as the potatoes flew everywhere. "Whoops- my mistake." she glared straight back, with some amusement, as there was now potatoe in the girls hair "You may tell your master, I had a better time, being tortured by the servants of the Dark Lord. Now, if you#ll excuse, I need to..." her voice grew steadily quieter, as she glared- now- at the King himself.


Boromir smiled ferally "How fares it then, sweetone?"He muttered, his voice little more louder than a whisper. His gaze swept around th hall, settling on the others. The natrual elf, and the girl with the beautifull eyes. "How are my little friends?"
From beside him, Findulias cackled, and wavedthem over, eyes narrowing with distaste at the elfs unsubtle glares.

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Ilythiiri's hands shook and she set the huge platter she held down before she dropped it. She did not, however, respond to Finduilas' wave, but stood where she was, purple eyes flicking back and forth, obviously having no intention of obeying, and an inclination to flee.

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Miriel quickly walked over to Rhavaniel. "Do you want me to help?" she whispered. In the corners of her eyes she saw the frowning of the noblemen and the amused tinkling in the eyes of the King.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(did you spill the potatoes in Orielle's hair)

Orielle let in a small gasp.. as the potatoes flew in her hair.. she threw a look of annoyance at the elf girl and then said "my name is Orielle and my master is not who you probably think he is..."

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"My name is Slave, and your master is your King."she threw the king a disgusted look, calmly picking up the platter, and wiping her hand down the side, collecting the scraps of potatoe, and letting them fall to the floor.
Graciously, the elf bowed at the nobelmen, and set the platter on the floor. Her eyes held Miriel's "No, they are but children, they cannot harm me, and they delight in tricks."
Her foot shot out, and kicked the silver thing down the hall, before she stormed back in te direction of the kitchen.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Ilythiiri watched with round eyes, wishing she had courage to match Rhavaniel's. Thn she quickly transferred her gaze to the floor and did not look up for fear the eyes of the king might now rest on her.

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In shock Miriel had watched Rhavaniel ran of to the kitchen. She quickly paced to Ilythiiri, telling her she should get another tray to replace this one and hoped the Kings anger wouldn't turn on the girl that also disappeared in the corridor.
Hoping to put things right for Rhavaniel, she picked up the spilled potatoes, left the platter on the table, her trembling hands caused a silver goblet with wine to fall. Then she also ran off to the kitchen.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Ilythiiri gulped and was immediately ashamed of herself - going to get a new tray meant walking right past the King and his birdlike mother, who still stood staring after Rhavaniel. She hesitantly began to venture forward.

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