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Pile O'Bones
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Norway
Posts: 14
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"Me shall speak with yer in the mornin of this quest" Turgon said to Jesse as he went for the bar. "Sleep well, and may yer dreams be filled with gold and glimmer."
Turgon sat for a moment all by himself, twinning his thumb, tapping his foot at the floor, looking around in the room. Noticing all the people who actually had made it into this room. He grinned. Elves, and more elves. Then his smile lightened as he caught the glimps of a dwarf. Hobbits were all over, and men was here as well. Truly a nice place for listening to tales, and telling tales of old. He knew some stories that would get his attention. Turgon chuckled silently. The killing of the dragon and the invissible hobbit. Sure that was a tale commonly told in the Blue Mountains. He giggled and rested his position, waiting for any interaction. Everyone seemed to be caught in their own matters. [ February 04, 2003: Message edited by: Falathion ]
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