Ilythiiri inadvertantly shrank back next to Rhavaniel, still frightened despite the elf's comforting presence.

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[I'm guessing you mean Boromir^^]

"Hello there my little ones." the King drawled.
The elf met his loving gaze with a cold glare, glancing at Ilythiiri briefly, her proud body held stiff yet haevy with tiredness at the whole sitiuation.
Boromir laughed at her "These rooms," he gestured around the lavish chambers "Are to be yours."
Here he waited for some reply.

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Miriel couldn't control herself anymore. "We aren't your little ones. I am free and I can go where I want. Nothing stops me from leaving this place." she snapped. Though her body trembled, she calmly paced to the door.

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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.

But to get to the door, she had to bypass the man, who raised his hand aggresivly to strike out at her preety face.
The elf let out an anguished cry, and pulled her back, eyes wild with fear and anger. Her weakend form lost hold, and she toppled over backwards, slamming her head against a bed post, and lying still, eyes half open, unfocused as she stared at the ceiling.
With a gruttaöl laugh Boromir raised his hand, thinking nothing of it "I will have someone send you food. Untill tomorrow then my beautifull ones, where I will have a rather special present for each of you!"

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Shocked by Rhavaniels sudden grasp Miriel fell back wards, with her head on the ground, twisting her ankle. As she heard the intimidating words of the King and a moment later the door being locked, she felt dizzy, like the room swirled around her. "Rhav.." she gasped, not able to say more, hoping her friend was okay.

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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.

Somewhere in her body, the elf tried to move, to lift her head, and tell them it was all alright, that she was fine.
But blackness swirled about her head as she tried to focus her eyes, her head throbbed in time with her rascing heart.
But she felt weak, weak and heavy, and tired and caged. A light moan escaped her sensous lips, more like a breath of air than her voice.

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Miriel felt a sharp pain in her ankle and world still seemed to swirl around her. She tried to drag herself to the spot she heard Rhavaniel's cry. Her fingers felt the soft fabric of her dress but she saw only blackness. "Rhav..?" Miriel weakly repeated. But then there was only darkness.

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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 let out a cry and leapt to Rhavaniel's side, panicking as she saw Miriel fall. She quickly pulled Rhavaniel onto the low bed she had fallen against and worriedly put a hand on Miriel, hoping she had not fainted.

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After a while, the elf shook her head slightly, and fought gravity to sit upright, placing a hand to her head in a way that brightly suggested pain.
Her lips formed words in a jumble of tounges,. but eventually she found westron and spoke "I'm fine... Is Miriel...?"

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Ilythiiri was enormously relieved to see that Rhavaniel was not seriously injured. "I - I don't know," she said, talking very quickly like she did when she was nervous. "I think she hurt her ankle."

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"Check the bone..."

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In the distance Miriel recognised the voices of Ilythiiri and Rhavaniel. The vague images for her eys stopped moving. Slowly she lowered her head in order for the blood to flow back to her head: she could see sharpely again."I..am alright," Miriel mumbled painfully.

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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 helplessly at Miriel's ankle and asked hopefully, "Can you wiggle your toes?" she knew nothing - or not much - about how to help with broken bones.

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Miriel carefully moved her foot, her face twinged with pain. "Yes, I can move it, but it hurts. I think it isn't broken, only bruised."

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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 relieved. "Oh, I'm so glad." She looked around at these new rooms, which were rather nice, but before she found herself too satisfied, she tried the door. "Locked," she muttered. "As I thought."

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Rhan rolled over and pushed herself up again, helping Miriel to sit on the bed so as to rest her foot "Would you like me to see to it?"

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