Ilythiiri raised an eyebrow and followed soundlessly, eyes flciking back and forth.

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Miriel stopped after she'd walked down the corridor and sighed relieved. She sat down with her back against the cool wall, waiting for the others so they could decide what to do.

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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 shrugged, and inched around the girl, then slipped out, and hurried out of the room, and over to Miriel.
"That... Was weird..."

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Miriel laughed by seeing Rhavaniel's amazed look. "Yes, that was pretty weird.. What should we do now?" Miriel looked nervously around to check if there were no guards in the corridor.

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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 grimaced. "I don't fancy being caught by that old woman again. Let's try and avoid her, at the very least."

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"Lets go then..." standing straight, and readjusting the scraps that had once been almost royal robes she smiled, and started silently off down the corridor.

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Ilythiiri followed, looking uneasily down the empty passages and jumping at every noise. "Do you know the way out?" she whispered anxiously.

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"No..." the elf whispered incredelously back "How should I? I follow my nose..."

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"Well, lets not follow our nose then" Miriel stopped in the middle of the corridor, opened a black curtain, revealing a white door. She waited until her friends had stopped walking, then opened the door which showed them a narrow staircase.
"This staircase leads to the private room of the Steward. It's often used by the " she stopped ".. servants..There are many more which lead to the private rooms of the King and the Prince. I think it's the best to have a word with Aragorn. Will you join me..?" Her eyes were serious though they also betrayed some mischieviousness

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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 slightly doubtful. "I suppose so..." she said, unsure. "If you think it's, well, safe."

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"Why not..." the elf seemed unreadable again, black hair hanging loosely down her back in an actractive manner.

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"Im sure," Miriel said determined. "It's better to stay there and wait for the 'King' and his special 'present'." She gestured to the corridor from which they came.

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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.

"Perhaps its better to take our chance, and come back later? I think so as well... Lead the way?" she gestured with long fingers at the door.

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Miriel climbed the stairs and knocked on the wooden door as she was upstairs. When she heard a soft 'Yes' she opened the door and entered a large room, which was lightened by a warm fire. She saw her friend standing next to the fire place.
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Aragorn was surprised when suddenly the three young women stood in the chamber. "Miriel...?" he asked, from his eyes you could tell he didn't understand this visit. Most of the time they would meet elsewhere than in his chamber.
"What happened in the kitchens..?" he asked worried. "Is everything alright."

((sorry I'm off for now, I'll be back later ))

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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.

"No," said Ilythiiri suddenly, "nothing is all right. We've been hit, beaten, threatened, locked in rooms like prisons, manhandled by this man you call King who is merely the son of some crazy steward. We're human beings too, and this isn't right!" She suddenly realized all she had said and stopped, unsure of how to continue.

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Half smileing[what is it with thar word ....grr...] she added- under her breath, just loud enough for them to here "Well... Most of us anyway."
Gently, she laid her hand an the young girls shoulder, who had spoken so rashly.
"Forgive my friend, Lord Estel, but we have been through a lot..."

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