Alric nodded "Thank you. My name is Alric, by the way. Alric of the House of Eroch."

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"Silverleaf. Of Osgiliath." Silverleaf drew in a quick breath, anxious not to be drawn into a conversation where she would have to talk about her homeland. Instead she looked towards Eruraina, in case there was something that she wanted to say.

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"So you are from Rohan, just as I gathered. One of the Rohirrim, I gather," Eruraina said. "I am Eruraina Lusseroch. I am of Rohan as well. May I ask what news comes from the golden fields?"

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Alric scowled "Nothing good. Theoden King has fallen into despair, Theodred Prince has fallen. Orcs and Dunlandings are enroaching upon the Westfold with every passing day. Grima Wormtounge offers no counsel that is good, and Eomer Eadig has gone with Marshal Elfhelm. I do not believe they mean to return to Edoras." he said bitterly

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Silverleaf moved away slightly so the two others of the same nationality could speak together. She looked out from a window, down at one of the courtyards of Rivendell. It was empty, filled with fading sunshine.

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Eruraina frowned at Alric's news. The part about Grima was no suprise to her, but the rest worried her even more and made her want to leave and see her home country.
"Ill deeds pass in this age," Eruraina said, almost mumbling to herself. "Many despairing things will yet come. Middle-Earth faces war."

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The woman (although her gender was difficult to tell with the layers of clothing) layed sprawled out on a couch in the Hall of Fire, her muddied boots hanging off one end. A long exstinguished pipe was held between her pursed lips, one hand rested on her chest and clutched a worn out leather book containing her own scribblings. Her other arm dangled off the side of the couch, an emptied wine glass was held there, her eyes were closed, she had either drunk herself into a sleeping stupor or had fallen asleep bored by her own ramblings. The first was the more likely.

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As Alric steped intop the Hall of Fire with Silverleaf and Eruriana, he was greeted with a curious sight. A woman, at least, he thought it was a woman lay sprawled out on a couch, passed out drunk, it seemed.

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Eruraina went into the Hall of Fire and saw the unexpected sight, but made no reaction. Instead she sat down on a stool to think...

(Hey Meath, could yours and my characters know each other a little bit... like they bumped into each other once or twice before?)

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(Sure, that's fine with me.)

The half-Elf cracked open one eye and gave an almost knowing smirk. As if on cue the pipe started smoking once more, she let the glass go onto the ground stretching after she did so. She let her free hand move to the pipe and hold it as she let out a groaning yawn. She settled back into a comfortable position, her eyes shut once more, the only outward sign of her being awake was the grey smoke that now spewed freely from her mouth. She made no other sign of acknowledgement to the group.

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Silverleaf went over to a window. She sat on the window seat, choosing to ignore the woman sprawled on a couch rather than start another conversation. Late afternoon was turning into evening; the elves would arrive soon, to dine, tell stories and sing. She never knew quite what to do when the evening festivities began. Her younger sister, Goldleaf, had always loved singing and telling tales to the children of Osgiliath. Silverleaf had no such qualities; she had always seen herself as boring and dull beside her sister. They were different in every way. Silverleaf clasped her hands tightly on her lap, frowning.

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Eruraina pulled out a small book from a puch at her belt, and a charcoal pencil. Slowly she flipped through the pages. Some were torn, or stained with unknown substances. Other pages were yellowing, or a completely different kind of paper than the rest. But on each page was a picture drawn by Eruraina.

There was a flower of Rohan that covered the graves of the Kings. Another was a far away picture of Minas-Tirith, and there was one of an elf man with a bow looking off into the disance. Another was a baby wrapped in cloth with bright eyes and pointed ears. Each one was of somewhere Eruraina had been, or seen.

Now she opened the small book to an empty page near the back. Eruraina closed her eyes for a moment, the started sketching. She had a habbit of doing this when bored or waiting for something...

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Silverleaf rose from the windowseat and walked across the hall. She might have been an elf for the way she carried herself, the way her silvery hair was coiled at the back of her head, but there was something obviously Numenorian about her, though of course the last of that blood had long faded away from her family. She looked across the room at Eruraina, who was starting to draw.

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Alric drew his sword and began to put a better edge to the weapon, the rasp of steel on stone soon filled the room. Everyone seemed to be lost in thier own world, and Alric was not one to do anything to disturb them. He finished with his sword, and drew his dirk, angain sharpening the long dagger.

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The sound of charcoal against paper finally roused the woman to give a feral smirk. The smirk was accompanied by a deeper,amused tone, gravelled by her pipe and love of alcohol. The voice did not quite fit her smaller form. "Best not be drawing me, Eruaina. I am not in the most graceful of positions at the moment, and that grating does rather upset my poorly abused head. I feel as if someone has taken a mace to it," she said jokingly, more smoke spewing from her mouth. The smoke combined with her seemingly arrogant nature and dark smile gave her an uncomfortable air.

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"I'm not drawing you, Maethoriel," Eruraina said in reply. "I've already got a picture of you in here. And you in a better possision that in your current one." She stopped drawing for a second to look up at the half-elf with luaghter in her eyes...

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