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Date Posted: 20:28:10 07/21/02 Sun
It was a shame, Alator thought, that no-one had cared to question the old man who had mysteriously appeared inside the palace walls. Still, there had been the little incident with the fire, but the high elf had been more than capable. What suprised him, was that she hadn't been more curious about exactly what had happened. Yet now, when you listened to the voice of ths city, there was great power within it. The istar could sense all of it. Vanyar alone could not create this. There was danger stirring in the city.
Alator didn't really want to intervene with events right now, instead, he would have prefered a rather more subdued audience with the King. Although somehow, sitting
un-noticed in the darkest corner of the throne room helped no-one. The room was currently filled with a large, and some what out of place, tree. He had never been much of a horticulturalist, but he knew enough that it was certainly not natural. Not only that, but this was a tree from Valinor. Things did not bode well.
Rising to his feet, resting his weight against the blue topped staff, Alator made his way to the centre of the room. Elessar was looking a little disreputable certainly, and a little unappreciative of his recent addition to the furniture. He cleared his throat, and the attention in the room shifted off the King onto himself. "Your majesty, I know this may be at a somewhat inconvinient time, but I believe I may be able to help you. My name is Alator, and I am the last Istar on Middle Earth."
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