Miriel taken away by Ilythiiri's description, opened her eyes again. "I've wondered in many places, yet I've never been there..." Miriel looked at the dark sky where the first stars appeared. "Maybe I might do that one day, in this life.. or the next." she said quietly.

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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.

"I say this life, and I say, we get out of here as soon as we can." the elf said soothingly, smiling calmly at them all.

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

"What do you suggest?" Miriel asked cautious.

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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.

"We wait untill nightfall." the elf grinned back, suddenly seeming rather mischievous.

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

((I don't know, but isn't it night already..?))

Miriel looked thoughtful. "Now there's three of us, we can plan things better.. Shouldn't we plan things carefully instead of a rash attempt?"

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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 nodded gravely. "Look where the last rash attempt got us." She swallowed, her eyes still uneasily on the garden door.

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"In any case we should mind the patrolling soldiers and the fact we can be recognised in the city... " Miriel was silent for a moment, then continued slowly: "I might know someone who will be willing to help us.."

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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.

"Might? Or know?" the elf asked softly, keeping th excitement out of her voice with practised precision, yet her eyes still gleamed with ; like a young child she seemed, and yet old and wise.

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

"You've seen him before. He came to tell us at the beginning of this evening that we were needed in the kitchen. He is the only person I trust. I will help us." Miriel turned slightley red and hoped the others wouldn't notice it in the moonlight. She couldn't figure out why she seemed to glow inside.

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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 nodded. "I liked him. I don't know why..." se trailed off and looked at Miriel. "What's his name?"

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"Tell us Miriel." she gently urged on, watching the two carefully.

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

"He introduced himself already," Miriel smiled softly "Though I can understand you've forgotten. His name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This night he also dined with the King. He's the Steward of the city Minas Tirith, though he'd always looked different to me.. He's good and helpfull.. More like a real King." Her voice faded.

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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 nodded. "I think I remember now...have I forgotten, or is it true that Boromir is not really the king, only the son of the previous Steward?" she added, wondering now. "I remember something about that."

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" All I know is that in the past there was a steward of the city and the realm of Gondor. I know that Boromir is of that bloodline since Aragorn is one of the Dunedain, my folk, from the North. He never talked about how he became Steward."

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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 never wanted to."the elf said, breaking her sudden silence, weeks of pouring over scrolls in the palace library flooding back to her."Its in his blood, I belive. I mean, i belive he has the blood of Isildur in him- If he truely is, who he says he is."

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

Ilythiiri's violet eyes widened. "Then he is the rightful King of Gondor!" she began to say more, and then looked nervously at the door and lowered her voice. "Not this son of a steward!"

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