Aragorn shook his head. "I think it wouldn't be good to inform Faramir already. There would be a chance Boromir will get to know about this... I'll talk to Gandalf, who you might know as Mithrandir. I think it's the best you'll go back now, I'll inform you as soon as possible when we have a plan."
His gaze went over the girl's faces. He was worried, he felt that something would go wrong as they wanted to replace Boromir.
"Go now, " he said quietly, "This nightmare will be over soon, I promise you."

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Miriel looked to the ground in regret "I shouldn't have said that," she mumbled. Then she looked at Illythiiri and Rhavaniel with glittering eyes. "Come, I do not want to wait until the other girl comes back."

(( Did anyone took Gandalf as charrie?And should the Ring appear in the story?))

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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 don't think anyone did, no. Maybe we don't need to?)

Ilythiiri turned to follow the passage back to the hallway, her slender frame looking slightly less wilted now, and her puple eyes glinting hopefully. She moved quickly, looking anxiously around the corner where she could see the door to their room still a little ajar.

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Miriel gently took her arm. "Come, lets not go there.. We'll go to my old quarter. Not that the King doesn't know of it but it's just different than being locked in a room.
She took her friends through a maze of corridors until she was in another white hallway with several doors. Miriel opened one which led into a small chamber and sat down on her pallet, with her back against the wall closing her eyes.
"We must be on our guard.." she said, still with her eyes closed. "The King said he would come, he will."

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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.

[If you like... It would prospose a rather interesting dilema for Boromir... Gandalf is'nt claimed I dont think...]
The elf bowed her head to the man, and stood again, following her friends back up the corridor.
"Well, this is more home than anything I've eever seen..." smiling, she curled herself up, seemingly in a catlike fashion, and watched them both, eyes exoending a little light.

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

"Right," Miriel grinned but on her face was a grimace of pain.
"So.. what do you think..?" she said after a short pause.

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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 around uneasily. "Are you quite sure?" she asked hesitantly, vividly remembering Boromir's knife at her neck and cringing a little. "Quite sure we shouldn't go back?"

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(i took gandalf and sorry i didn't post on Sunday i'm not allowed to go on the comp on those days...)

Oielle stared at the prince for a lil bit and then said
"Master.." she made a little bow "Aragorn sends his regards and tells you to meet with him tonight.. he will discuss news with you then.."

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Faramir's eyebrows raised fractionally and he said, "Does he. Well." There was a moment of silence and he said absently to Orielle, "You may go. Tell Aragorn that I will do my best, but the - the king may prevent a very long or useful interaction. Tell him that."

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[Oh... Sorry -blushes-]
"If we are not where we were, then he will expect us to be in the vicinity of that area, if we are not, we have a better chance of escaping when he thinks we physicly have; his guard will be lower." the elf said warily, eyes flicking lazily between them.

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

Ilythiiri looked slightly less frazzled. "Oh. I suppose that's true," she said, and sat down, still fidgeting uneasily. The very thought of Boromir made her anxious.

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Gandalf lounged by the window in Faramir's room.. he smiled as Orielle came in and then returned to his deep thoughts...

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Orielle sighed she was a spy not a delivery boy... she gave Faramir a hard look "yes master..." then she strolled down the passage back to Aragorn's room..

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((I love your banner Rhav ))

"That's true," nodded Miriel. "What do you think?" she repeated her question "What should be done?" She expressed her thoughs which had swirled through her head before. "How can we help Aragorn become King.. We couldn't possibly kill Boromir..? That's just impossible.." Her words seemed like echoing (sp?) in the small room as she spoke her doubts.

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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.

[Thankies^^ -blushes-]
"Theoreticly we could, but then we'd be wanted for murder. Though if we planned it out, there could of course be a litte oportunity which we could use to either make it seem natural, an accident, or that someone else did it..."

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

"But.. to murder.. someone.." Miriel shivered "I don't know if I could do that.."
She laid her head in her hands and felt tired. "Everything went so fast.." she mumbled. "A few days ago things were... different.. But now.."

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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.

"Less than a month ago I was free in Ithilien," said Ilythiiri gently. "Things change fast. I don't think we can kill him, and even if we could that's a dangerous and possibly fatal thing to do however secretly. There's got to be another way."

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Miriel looked at Illythiiri with a soft smile. "Less than a month ago I was here. Just here. Long years I've been here.." she remained silent for a moment then looked up with a determined gaze. "Is there another way?"

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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.