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Post by Eleanor on Mar 30, 2008 20:57:47 GMT -5
*In the days that had passed since Lorien's threat became known, Eleanor had complied with her husband's request and stayed out of politics. However, confining herself to public events and charities had only made her more popular, and she wasn't sure how Steerpike felt about it.
As she sat down beside him, she smiled inwardly at the thought of the news she had for him. She would wait until they were alone to tell him...*
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Post by Nessa Telemnar on Mar 31, 2008 17:14:42 GMT -5
*Nessa had dressed up in her best dress, looking like the aristocratic girl she really was. She was not fond of going to parties in the court, but she did this as a favor to Figwit. She bowed politely to Eleanore and Steerpike, with her most charming smiles.*
"Your Majestys. I would love to introduce you to one of my best friends, if you will allow me to do so?"
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Post by Eleanor on Mar 31, 2008 17:16:44 GMT -5
*She smiled*
"By all means."
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Post by Nessa Telemnar on Mar 31, 2008 17:24:58 GMT -5
*Nessa smiled and nodded proudly in the direction of a tall, dark-haired elf.*
"This is my cousin, Figwit. He is the son of my father's eldest brother, Bearclaw, who lives at the border in the north of Lorien."
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Post by Figwit on Mar 31, 2008 17:26:00 GMT -5
*Figwit approached lightly and bowed.*
"It is an honor, your Majesties."
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Post by Eleanor on Mar 31, 2008 17:27:44 GMT -5
*She looked favorably on him- though not too favorably, with the way Steerpike had been acting.*
"Thank you. What is it that brings you to the court?"
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Post by Figwit on Mar 31, 2008 17:38:02 GMT -5
"All Elves long to see Lorien at last," *Figwit said, an open but subdued smile on his lips.* "It is more beautiful than I had imagined."
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Post by Eleanor on Mar 31, 2008 20:08:17 GMT -5
"It certainly is."
*She took her glass and put it to her lips. Howevever, once she had taken a sip, she seemed to be in obvious discomfort*
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Post by Figwit on Apr 1, 2008 11:36:03 GMT -5
*Figwit saw nothing hateful, yet, in Eleanor. Except that the mere fact of her being on any throne in Lorien was wrong. His brow furrowed.*
"Is your majesty feeling poorly?"
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Post by Eleanor on Apr 1, 2008 16:28:12 GMT -5
*She blinked rapidly, as if trying to steady herself*
"I'm fine, I just- I just need some air..."
*She stood up and began to walk, then fell to the floor, unconscious*
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Post by Steerpike on Apr 1, 2008 16:31:08 GMT -5
As though startled from a trance, Steerpike suddenly started, saw what had happened, and shouted her name.
"Someone get her back to her chamber now!"
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Post by Nessa Telemnar on Apr 1, 2008 16:35:12 GMT -5
*Nessa looked at him. She had learned something from Leetah.*
"Quick, loosen her clothes so she can get some fresh air. And forgive me for saying this, but now you need help from Leetah! She has healing powers!"
*Without waiting for a reply, Nessa ran out into the forest, to find Leetah and bring her to the castle.*
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Post by Steerpike on Apr 1, 2008 16:36:14 GMT -5
Frantically, he began unlacing the decorative stays at the front of her dress.
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Post by Steerpike on Apr 1, 2008 16:43:56 GMT -5
A group of courtiers rushed over to carry her to the chamber.
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