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mark12_30 · 05-05-2003, 04:59 PM

Momentarily distracted by the arrival of a woman dressed in gleaming white and smiling radiantly, LinGalad watched as the apparition of innocence seated herself neear Squatter and HerenIstarion. Ere long, a particularly blank look crossed Squatter's face, and LinGalad wondered what mysterious power the the woman in gleaming white posessed, to have such an effect on the erstwhile unflappable Squatter, whose face remained studiously passive thereafter. LinGalad returned his attention to his new friends.

"Firondoiel, I am also from Mirkwood. However, I don't get out much," he admitted with the beginnings of a blush, "And I am also, er, not very old. So I am sorry to say that I have never heard of you 'til today. I, ah--" he dodged as the fourth hobbit-boy popped up in front of him, snatched a braid in one fist and said to Firondoiel, "Hi. I'm Roka. I know where Mirkwood is." "Hush! " Gamba snapped at him. "Don't tell anybody that. And let go of his hair!"

LinGalad frowned at Gamba, untangled Roka from his braids, and resumed his conversation. "I am a ropeweaver, and a ladder-knotter by trade. Firondoiel, what is your family trade in Mirkwood?"

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05-05-2003, 04:59 PM	#56
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Momentarily distracted by the arrival of a woman dressed in gleaming white and smiling radiantly, LinGalad watched as the apparition of innocence seated herself neear Squatter and HerenIstarion. Ere long, a particularly blank look crossed Squatter's face, and LinGalad wondered what mysterious power the the woman in gleaming white posessed, to have such an effect on the erstwhile unflappable Squatter, whose face remained studiously passive thereafter. LinGalad returned his attention to his new friends. "Firondoiel, I am also from Mirkwood. However, I don't get out much," he admitted with the beginnings of a blush, "And I am also, er, not very old. So I am sorry to say that I have never heard of you 'til today. I, ah--" he dodged as the fourth hobbit-boy popped up in front of him, snatched a braid in one fist and said to Firondoiel, "Hi. I'm Roka. I know where Mirkwood is." "Hush! " Gamba snapped at him. "Don't tell anybody that. And let go of his hair!" LinGalad frowned at Gamba, untangled Roka from his braids, and resumed his conversation. "I am a ropeweaver, and a ladder-knotter by trade. Firondoiel, what is your family trade in Mirkwood?" [ May 05, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.