Ryoko
Citizen
Spirit of Mirkwood
Posts: 39
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Post by Ryoko on Nov 19, 2005 18:56:54 GMT -5
Ryoko sat and sipped her drink as the two of them spoke, and she looked at Ecthelion with dark eyes over the rim of her cup, her cheaks glowing in the burning embers of the fire. 'I should retire, too, the hour is late and I have traveled far to get here before nightfall, My Lady, thank you for your company,' she pushed herself lightly from her seat and left a tip for the innkeeper along with a note to say that her room was not to be disturbed, and then she followed Lord Ecthelion to the winding silver staircase that coiled around and up towards the guest rooms. 'It would be worth seeing you again...soon,' she smiled, winding her way past him. And they are well earned, she looked back, speaking of her braids, that he had taken notice of before, In battle....and in other things,
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Symbianne
Maia
For those who seek wisdom I am Ominesis
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Post by Symbianne on Nov 19, 2005 19:13:17 GMT -5
She smiled and said* May the Valar bless your roads, I am on my throne if you ever need anything.*
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Ecthelion
Citizen
Lord of the Fountains
Posts: 60
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 20, 2005 5:18:14 GMT -5
' Thankyou, hiril nin, namarie,' Ecthelion said to the Queen, with an inclination of his head, polite as all those of his blood were. His eyes though , went back to the wood-elf as she slipped past him, sinuous as a panther, he could see the play of battle honed muscles , although she was slender, but the way she walked was a way he recognised, it was the way he walked and moved, and all warriors, with an alert, coiled poise that said more than any boast about the training and life a person had lived. He found nothing attractive about frothy softness in women, perhaps one - one - of the reasons he had never married. This Wood-Elf was different, dark, like he, ( the only fair hair he had ever admired was Glorfindels coin-gold locks, and they had good-naturedly insulted one another ), undoubtedly far more stunning than she realised with those well-deep eyes, huge and challenging. Too challenging perhaps for most males, who might like aquisecence, gentleness... but that was not Ecthelion, it never had been, he liked depth, strength, spirit, courage, ....excitement. He wanted to know how she had earned those braids,.. and what the ' other things ' were. She had piqued his interest. ' I have changed my mind, ' he said,' there is no sleep in me tonight, now, I will ride ' Yes, lady Ryoko, it would be a great pleasure, I believe I will return to Imladris, and see if there is any news of Glorfindel he flashed a smile, the hematite-grey eyes sweeping over her , curiously, with appreciation, and then he left the inn, with a swirl of hair and rich velvet cloak, a long, cat-like, arrogant carriage and stride, going to the stables for his horse, and rode away, raising a gloved hand.
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Ryoko
Citizen
Spirit of Mirkwood
Posts: 39
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Post by Ryoko on Nov 20, 2005 7:44:10 GMT -5
Perhaps I will see you there, she thought to herself, watching him go with his oblivious, graceful arrogance as his tall, perfectly formed frame disappeared through the door, and she turned back towards her room for the night. There were few men who drew her attention, most she had seen or met in her life were, as she considered, semi-noble pretty boys who liked to play with swords and plat their hair, too effeminate to make her feel feminine herself, she liked men who were men, who carried themselves like one, with deadly, cat like grace, and who walked and spoke like one, with the beauty and true strength of the Eldar, and the Noldor, were not a bloodline that lacked in either. Beauty and strength was theirs in abundance, who's touch could turn from petal soft to perfectly honed strength in the flash of an eye, but wouldn't hold her as though she were soft enough to break like a child's doll in their hands. As lovers, she had known few men, not the hundreds other's of her age had taken in their time, and not abstinance from any, as did others, who were meek and timid and kept themselves for their equally timid husbands, but someone like him, she thought with a shiver, would no doubt be perused to the ends of the earth by women, who would trip and sprain their ankle in front of him, so the noble knight would oblige and pick them up and carry them home, she thought with a laugh. Namarie, Ecthelion,
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Ecthelion
Citizen
Lord of the Fountains
Posts: 60
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 20, 2005 9:01:05 GMT -5
A soft, appreciative mental laugh feathered into her mind, like all Eldalie, and most especially those born in the Bliss of Valinor, wiser, stronger, more brilliant than any, under the tutelage of the Valar, Ecthelion could pick up thoughts of others, unless they were close guarded. But the image she had had of a woman delibertately pretending to sprain her ankle in front of him, was so dead on the mark, and so amusing, he could not repress the laughter. In fact, in Gondolin a woman had done that very thing before both he and Glorfindel who had been walking together and conversing, perhaps banking on the fact that at least one of them would aid her. As indeed they had, but with the utmost courtesy and politeness... and nothing more. Both of them ( after the King ) had been the most sought after Noldor in the Hidden City. Her other thoughts he had drawn back from, it was rude, unless very necessary, to intrude on others privacy, and what was more private than the mind? Still smiling he rode from the Golden Wood.
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Brünnehilde
Citizen
Shadows suround us but light is within.
Posts: 54
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Post by Brünnehilde on Nov 20, 2005 10:08:27 GMT -5
Brünnehilde entered the pub and looked around, her golden hair moving alongthe wind that came inside from her opening the door. She moved her traveling clothes and walked forward as the door closed with the wind. She sat on a far away table where she could get to know everything that happened. She was much into traveling and needed time to accuaintance every place she visited. Her blue crystal eyes scanned it all, as a glass of white wine was brought up to her, she nodded in thanks and took a sip remembering times when she would be in Mithlond to make a memory of something long gone.
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