Ilythiiri pressed her lips together. "We'll live," she said quietly, but she looked as nervous as Miriel and was beginning to feel a little sick, not having eaten since early that morning. Her face, too, was slightly paler.

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(yea like just reporting on what Boromir is doin and stuff )

Orielle strode through the halls of the slave quarters.. she was looking for that elf that was captured and presented in fornt of the crowd that same day.. her master had seemed very interested in her.. She sneaked around the corners.. making sure her long golden blonde hair was pulled back into her black hooded cloak.. The down side of having hair so golden was that it made a visible target... Orielle was born a spy.. she was a natural. she even knew she was meant to be one.. but her father forbid it.so that's why she ran away.. she kept her hand on the hilt of her blade.. then she rounded the next corner.. "this should be the door" she muttered to herself.. she cautiously opened the door and peered in.......

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Miriel was amazed when another girl entered the little room. Her golden hair could barely be seen under her hood and Miriel quickly got on her feet at the sight of her hand that lay on the blade of her sword. Her eyes tinkled while she finally broke the long silence. "Who are you?"

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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.

Turwaithiel shook her head and put her hand on Miriel's shoulder.
"I don't care if the Gondorians hate me and your slaves...I'm not leaving or letting either of you die. i swear upon it." Turwaithiel's mind was set and it almost took an God to change it.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Ilythiiri almost stamped her foot but it seemed childish. She said desperately, "You don't understand! There are too few of you to stand against them now! If you are discovered here it will not bode well, for us or you." She looked at the newcomer defiantly, her chin up.

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Turwaithiel turned at her, her mind still set but she approved at her courage. "I will not watch or let you die. If that means scarificing my life, so be it." She met her gaze sternly.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Ilythiiri looked disappointed. "I had hoped that the common sense of the Elven race was loftier than I am seeing." She turned away, tempted to scream in frustration.

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Turwaithiel followed her and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. "Listen, the Elven race is smart and daring, but they care more about there friends than life. I hoped you'd understand...your being mistreated but I'm not goign to let you get punish for nothing!" She stared at her.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Ilythiiri glared up. "I understand that you care," she said slowly, fire in her eyes, "but I think it foolhardy to care so much that you do not even make an effort to plan! I can stand to be punished if hope of escape still stands, but if you are going to let yourself die, I have no hope!"

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Glancing at the door, Rhavaniel gently raised her hand "Now come on children... Save your squabaling for later. We should be more polite in front of our guest." she turned her eyes on the newcommer "You must pardon us- we feel slightly mistreated. How can we help?"

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"Are they ready yet?" the High King of Gondor and Arnor snapped at his steward, fiddling with the beautifull gold desings on his royal regalia.
He glanced down his nose at the elder man that look only his age.

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(( I guess Boromir spoke to Aragorn..?))

Aragorn gazed at the man in front of him. Carefully hiding the tone of despise in his voice he replied: " I'll personally look on to that they will receive their orders. They will be ready before dinner."
His grey eyes were filled with sadness, while he thought of what had become of this once so beautifull kingdom.
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Miriel nodded in agreement with Rhavaniel, she couldn't bear to see her friends fight now. She turned to the newcomer but before she could say something, Miriel sharpened her ears: she heard footsteps..

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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.

[Yep^^- Whose coming? Findulias or Aragorn?"

"Good..." he grunted, eying Aragorn with beady eyes. "Make sure that you do..."


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Rhavaniel's ears perked at he footsteps, and she stood in one swift movement, eyeing her archer carefully "Now would be a good time to run mellon..."

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((Aragorn ))

Miriel stepped back, the footsteps became louder. "Run" she hissed. Unaware she grabbed the arm of Rhavaniel.
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Aragorn passed the doors of the slave quarteers, his heart saddened. He halted for a white door where he expected the two girls to be yet when he opened it he was suprised to find 5 girls instead. He glanced at the faces of Turwaithiel and Orielle. "
I think it would be the best for all of us, that you two leave now." His voice was soft yet it contained a stern tone.
He bowed his head slightly and discovered a familiar face next to the Elf girl. "Miriel.. Wait are you doing here?" He saw her sad face when she replied that she was taken to be a handmaid.
Aragorn turned to the other two girls wanted to comfort then in a way but he couldn't find the words. Instead he said: "The King has asked for you."

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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 looked up at him, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable. She glanced up at Rhavaniel and swallowed hard.

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((Ahhw Meldawen.. poor you.. Only 1 hour on the computer.. ))

Miriel looked up. "What did he command?"

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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.

"He is not my King." Rhavaniel said softly, turning away from the man,"So I'll will aquiest to his request[ xD ] whatever it may be."
She turned when she felt the young girls gaze on her, and lay and arm about her shoulder "Never fear..." she whispered, and gently loosend Miriels iron grip on her arm.

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