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Post by Vugar on Mar 1, 2005 7:01:18 GMT 10
"I mistook you for the Lady of the Stars. Perhaps I've spent too much time in my halls as of late. Quite troublesome all those souls. And then there are those who don't even answer my call. I am well though, as much as I can be. I'm use to just pronouncing dooms to others." His dark eyes surveyed the white beach slowly. Quite a beautiful and different sight when compared to his home.
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Post by Aisil Alquasilme on Mar 1, 2005 22:32:53 GMT 10
Aisil noticed another man entering Ætgædere. She recognised him to be Mandos "Suilaid, Im Aisil" she said, having never met him before. She saw him looking at the beach "it`s so beautifull don`t you think?" She said, now also staring at the sand
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Mar 3, 2005 8:49:39 GMT 10
Giliathriel nodded her head to Aisil and looked at Mandos. It's all right. Many people do, but, I'm sure Varda would be mad if I didn't put them right. Otherwise, I might be tempted...She gave a little evil smirk, but it was quickly wiped away with the warm twilight breeze. The wind, it smells, I don't know. Like a million flowers, yet crisp like just before a rain. Such a strange and wonderful place.
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Post by Morgoth on Mar 4, 2005 7:17:21 GMT 10
Morgoth watched as a shadowy figure entered the pub of the Valar, and saw that he himself was one, Mandos, to be exact. The Dark Lord nodded at the fellow, more a formality than anything. If you are having trouble getting souls to your halls, just give me the word, and I can reverse that... He said with a chuckle, grinning at the other Vala. The pub dwellers all seemed to be surveying the land, which Morgoth was loathe to do, even in such a place. He was so used to the dark, wonderful hotness of the Dark Lands that any other place just didn't look as nice, or feel as good. Bah... isn't there anything to drink around here? He asked, looking around for any signs of a bar or waiter to serve him (them)...[/b]
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Mar 4, 2005 9:06:11 GMT 10
Upon hearing Morgoth's words, she turned and saw that he was rather upset, probably because everyone was saying how beautiful it was. But what surprised her most was that when he spoke of drinks, a small serving dish appeared on the table, with ale, Miruvor, the wine of the Valar, and some waterWell, I guess that fixes things...She said with awe.
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Mar 4, 2005 17:32:22 GMT 10
From where she sat, Vaire was well aware of others presence around her, though some distance away, she was thankful for the company, and that the Valar were making the most of the wonderful place. Peace at heart, and warmth, what more could she ask for of them, for even the immortal had to take time out sometimes, from the hard tolls that everyday life could bring, and the mortals of Middle Earth could be very interesting sometimes...
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Mar 6, 2005 16:53:00 GMT 10
Turning from the conversation for a moment, Giliathriel turned to stars. In her youth, which she noted really hadn't been that long ago, since she was only about 25, they had given her comfort, as they did now. They were eternal, unchanging, and yet they did change, one of them occasionally turning. She started to look for the Great Sickle, but her eyes were drawn to a figure quietly surveying them out of the corner of her eye. At once she knew her to be Vaire, the Vala she had seen earlier. Would you like to join us? It is really quite odd to have you sitting by yourself over there, looking lonely.
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Mar 11, 2005 18:21:22 GMT 10
Vaire heard a voice calling softly to her, and was suprised to hear that she would think her to be looking lonely, when she was merely just enjoying the peace and calm of being away from it all. None the less, she smiled and slowly stood up and made her way over to the other two.
Greetings my friends, how are you this fair time? Isn't the place just beautiful.... her voice drifted off and her lips formed a smile again, what was there to worry about after all, the atmosphere had an effect on everyone...
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Post by Morgoth on Apr 5, 2005 15:07:13 GMT 10
Morgoth laughed inwardly, when he saw the ale and drinks appear on the table in front of him. He had forgotten that odd things like that tended to happen in such places, especially when those of power spoke of them. Surveying the choices, he took a goblet of blood-red wine, which, to his pleasure, tasted alot like it too. Licking his lips, the Dark Lord saw Vaire come over, which dampened his mood a bit. Like a chastised puppy, he spoke to her, Hullo. He said, glibly, not looking at her radiant face.
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Apr 17, 2005 6:12:10 GMT 10
Giliathriel picked a tankard of Ale from the platter, and continued to munch on her corned beef. She grinned at Morgoth trying not to look at Vaire, but said nothing.
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Post by Morgoth on Apr 28, 2005 10:47:32 GMT 10
Stretching, Morgoth stood up, feeling his legs cramping up from sitting absolutely motionless for so long. With a yawn, he eyed the other Valar and lesser peoples, wondering why it had become so hushed. He didn't really mind their company all that much, as conversations with them were much more intelligible than with those filthy orcs, scum created by Sauron... what had he been thinking?
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Apr 28, 2005 21:44:09 GMT 10
Vaire wondered why those who had invited her over in a friendly manner all of a sudden became cold to her. None the less, she didn't need that, here was a place for peace and joy, not hard feelings, and she left the pair to sit together and continued to stroll through the fine lands, towards the White Shores where all was calm and well, and there was not a worry left...
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