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Post by Imrel on Dec 22, 2002 0:26:53 GMT -5
You know, I think I'll join you, Rhia...
*Closes her book and goes to the table, where she takes an empty glass and pours herself a portion of wine. Sits down in a nearby armchair and raises her glass slightly.*
To a break from traveling...
*Grins and takes a sip, savoring the rich flavor.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 29, 2002 10:32:47 GMT -5
*Smiles* I'll drink to that one, too. Cheers!
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Post by Imrel on Dec 29, 2002 20:02:55 GMT -5
Cheers. This tastes wonderful, Rhia... Where did it come from?
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Post by Aragorn on Dec 30, 2002 10:17:05 GMT -5
*walks into the sitting room.Sees plenty of people he knows*I have not been here for a long while. *sits down*
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Post by Imrel on Dec 30, 2002 14:04:30 GMT -5
*Smiles, shifting in her seat to face Aragorn.*
Greetings, Aragorn. It's been a while.
*Holds up her wine glass.*
Care to join us?
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 30, 2002 14:13:30 GMT -5
Welcome back, Aragorn *smiles. Turns to Imrel again, picking up the bottle and wiping the dust from the label.* Here it says Sun Hill/Apple Tree Corner, South Quarter, The Shire *grins* I hope we have some more ;D
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Post by Aragorn on Jan 3, 2003 12:17:33 GMT -5
to Imrel- Yes I would love to join you guys. I'm just glad to be back here.
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 6, 2003 14:16:31 GMT -5
Welcome, Aragorn *Hands him a glass* Cheers!
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Post by Aragorn on Feb 12, 2003 18:38:23 GMT -5
*holds up his glass*cheers
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Trevelyan
Traveler of Middle-Earth
Fearless Ranger
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Post by Trevelyan on Feb 16, 2003 17:20:27 GMT -5
*walks into the sitting room and sits down in a chair, one hand on her forehead and the other resting on the arm of the chair*
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 24, 2004 12:03:51 GMT -5
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Wonders why she has come back at all. It has been nothing but painful to see what was left of the place she had called home for such a long time. The buildings stand in silence, gloomy shadows of the days when this had been a place of joy and laughter. At least there were no other footprints in the dust, nobody had broken the sad silence and chased away the old echoes. Wipes some dust from a chair that used to be her favourite sitting place next to the fire. Sits down and closes her eyes. She feels the tears rising in her throat as memories dance behind her lids, twirling and mixing with the cold autumn wind from the door, rising and fading like smoke. Remembers that Arian, her horse, is still standing outside. Takes an apple from one of her bags and walks back. Arian greets her with a sad look from her huge eyes. Obviously she misses her friends, too. * Here we go, my girl, let's see what is left of the stables.
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