The Hall of the Nazgûl

[The Witch King]

*Grabs the elf by her plaits and marches her out of the hall. Opens the front door, snatches the milk off her and throws her outside.*
Thanks!  ;D

*Goes back inside*
mmm..............hot chocolates all round I think.

[Melian]

::)like i havent been tossed out before.  
bye guys!

[Jared]

Ah, thank you, Witch-King.

Now, like I said, we need more planning. However, the plans are not to be discussed here, for everyone to see. We shall have to be more discreet.

And I shall be off to the battlefield soon.

[Sinron]

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*Wanders in.* The sound of Eli's shuffling feet echoed around the empty hall. It has been long since the once tightly knitted community of Nazguls met here to discuss exciting plans, terrorise llittle elves and have a roaring good time. Now the Nazguls hardly have the time to come together to even talk. Everyone is always hurrying about across the Middle Earth, always busy with things.

Eli looked around at the mess. The product of the Nazguls' last meeting. She sat down on a old creaky rocking chair that used to support the Witch King's butt and thought about the good old days. Eli smiled and let out a short laugh at the memory of Rivendell's first pillow fight.

[The Witch King]

*Walks in and sits down quietly on the floor. He looks around the room, now dusty and undisturbed and a thousand memories come flooding back. He looks towards Eli, with bright eyes, not saying anything, but thinking exactly the same thoughts as her.*

[Sinron]

Eli's eyes met the witch king's and let out a heavy sigh, disturbing the thick layer of dust on the floor. Eli could just sit here all day and stare at the hall. The silence seemed like forever. Eli is drained. She simply has no energy to do anything at all. Finally she whispered, her words bouncing across the empty hall then coming back again, only much louder.

All good things will pass and I know the time at Rivendell has...