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|Subject: Events in diferent places
Omiril, Brooke, Whitemoon, Arcon, Aldarion, and Dormallen
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Date Posted: 04:25:53 08/25/02 Sun
Omiril made her way out of the forest that now sourrounded the palace and came face to face with two elves. " If you wish to speak to the King I believe you must wait it seems like he is in a metting." she said to them. " Not at all we were only wondering how a forest appeared. And what is a Nymph doing in a city instead in the forest." The green eyed Elf asked. " I have my reasons." " Then I will not ask. I am Aldarion my companion is Arcon and what is your name?" " I am Omiril and I was on my way out of this city there is a stench of black magic being played this night. And I am not only refering to the forest and this unnatural storm so if you excuse me." she walked past them.
Brooke was going to far this time.
She made her way into the woods.
Aldarion watched the Nymph leave. " I say we follow her." he said. " You must be more patient. Remember she is a Nymph she can speak to the earth it will tell her she is being followed." Aldarion looked back at the palace. " I do not care any more. I will kill that Feairalev." He took of. " Aldarion remember that the Dark Lord is counting on her assistance in defeating Minas Tirith. If we kill her now we will be hunted down by his servants." Aldarion stopped walking and turned back. " Very well what you say is true. But if I ever see her again she will die. Now let us go find an Inn I do not like standing in this rain." Both left for the nearest Inn.
Omiril found Brooke and Whitemoon in aclearing far from the one they had been camping in. The trees told her that an orc had been there. She stepped into the light of the fire. " What bussines do you have with an orc?" she asked.
Brooke shrugged. " He was send by the Dark Lord to take my report on how my job is going. I am happy to say that beside being interupted by the likes of you and the witch pretty well Or have they not noticed that everything in the armory is now puddles of liquid iron?" Brooke smiled when she saw the Nymphs face go pale. " How could you such a thing! Those people need their weapons to be able to battle Sauron! Whitemoon how could you not stop her?"
The white wolf looked away. " I have kept her from doing far worse things be happy with that." Omiril stood quiet for a minute before she turned away. " I will be helping the people of the White City fight Sauron." She walked away.
Dormallen knocked on the door of Arwen's chamber when no one answered he opened the door. The room was dark and on a bed there sleept Arwen his younger sister. Only instead of being full of life she looked somewhat aged. It seemed that she was becoming weak and would die soon perhaps not even wake from the sleep she had fallen into.
This made him angry for he knew that Aragorn had caused this. He walked out of the room quietly closing the door.
Another reason he had stayed was to make sure Arwen would be happy. It did not look like she was happy and he knew exacly what to do.
He packed his traveling things took food for the trip, went to the stable and let his horse out. He mounted him and spoke in Elvish to the Stallion. With the ability of an Elven horse he took of into the night. Dormallen was headed to Minas Tirith and if he had too he would tie up and drag Aragorn to Rivendell and make him apologise for what he had put Arwen through.
Omiril stepped into the corridor and headed in the direction of the Throne room. Even if she didn't like being the bearer of bad news she had to tell the king about the armory.
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