Gandalf didn't pay any heed to the silence that now stood over the room. His eyes remained still, his head clear, and his face was filled with a lack of emotion. When the bartender came back with Rienna's order he also brought Gandalf a large mug of ale, and waited for his payment that Gandalf had for him. "The hours will slip past us with an unnerving speed." he said quietly, but it was still loud enough for the elves keen ears to hear.

Turwaithiel glanced at the wizard, then an Rienna and though about what he had said. She told Rienna in her head, "Hey, the wizard knows something we don't. Maybe we can get an hint on what is happening in Gondor." She looked at her as she sat down.

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Rienna could not suppress a startled look at Turwaithiel, but she didn't reply, either because she didn't want to or she didn't know how. She likewise looked at Gandalf.

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(sorry, braid dead, what does suppress mean?)

Turwaithiel sighed and sat beside Rhavaniel, who was just as quiet as her.

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((SUPPRESS: prevent the development, action, or expression of (a feeling, impulse, idea, etc.); restrain : she could not suppress a rising panic.))[/i]

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(ohhhh...thanks...)

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The elf was silently smoothing the creases of her the thick black cloak, and running her fingers over the worn fabric, delighting in the feel of it, though it was not soft to the touch.
Her mind was a fortress, impenetrable and sound, thoughts organised as the 'hit-woman' she had once been. No though could escape once it had been suggested by her mind, no calculation was ever wrong. She had seen much, good and evil, and felt worse than both.
Her deep eyes watched Turwaithiel thoughtfully for a moment, her pristine features almost smiling.

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

Turwaithiel meet her gaze squarly, then put her hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her in whatever if anything, troubled her. Then, she sighed heavily and looked around, glad the taverns noise lifted a little.

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Gandalf had finished his golden drink, and began to stand. His white cloak flowed gracefully across the wooden floor. After he placed his mug on the bar counter his eyes traveled across the men who lingered around drinking and smoking. His mind was still in a deep state of worry and concern. From the steward he had heard much of turmoil, and sickness. The men of Gondor were weak as it was without the need of an attack, nonetheless on made by Sauron. His heart was heavy, all of their hopes of survival were being held by the Riders of Rohan.There hope still, he thought to himself quietly. [/i]

Rienna watched Gandalf surreptitiously, wondering if there was more here than met the eye. Something was obviously very wrong - but what?

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Turwaithiel also watched the wizard, but her mind kept wondering back to the times many years ago with her first impression with Denethor and his sons, Faramir and Boromir. She had just arrived about 2 years before Boromir was called to Rivendell, and she left about the same time he did, but she travelled an different road. She sighed and took an sip of water to try and erase her thoughts.

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Gandalf turned back to both Turwaithiel and Rienna. His eyes were still and heavy against his pale face. He then began to speak clearly to them, "War comes swiftly to these lands. And these men who dwell here have seen many battles, but none such as this. They are weak, and cannot stop what lies before them."

((hey, we need people to play riders.... and people like Theoden, Eowyn, Merry, Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn...))

"They know," said Rienna in a low voice. "Fear fills the White City - and myself, I fear that because of it we have no chance of prevailing."

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Turwaithiel met the Old Wizards gaze and sighed, talking softly and swiftly. "The White City, no matter whom rules it, is still an very well built stronghold. We will hold for an time. And are arms are good, not great, but good. What we really are lacking is hope." She said.

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Gandalf nodded at the last remark. He would need to speak with Faramir as soon as it was possible, for he knew that his father would not listen to his council.

Turwaithiel sat back and looked around with her eyes cautionly.

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