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Tinuviel of Denton · 06-05-2003, 11:42 PM

"Might I perhaps join you here?"

Niniel surveyed the newcomer and nearly smiled. This reminded her of herself. A little lost and not knowing quite how to proceed. And of course, Soronume-the-ever-polite nodded in answer to her question. It was to be expected, but just now, Niniel didn't really want another stranger to deal with. Four in one day was quite enough, thank you.

"My'lady. These are the lady Niniel, the lady Elwen, and Dorelnar," he said, gesturing to each one. Niniel had no choice but to nod graciously to the young woman.

"Here now, Master Soronume! Ye forgot me!"

"No one could forget you, Mardath," was Soronume's weary response.

"Well, Soronume, ye did. I'd hae thought that ye'd be kind enow t'remember m'name, after bein' so almighty fired up 'bout me not knowin' yours." The black bearded man looked the elf directly in the eyes, and chuckled. He knew by now that he was not the most well-liked person at the table, and that suited him fine. If the fellow didn't like him, well, that was Soronume's problem. None of Mardath's.

Niniel grimaced. Did Mardath have to bring that up? It was over with, as was most of her embarrassment at his bluntness earlier. She was more comfortable now, though every now and then, she'd glance at Soronume and blush. She couldn't help it. He was the first elf that she could remember meeting, not that that was saying much, and he was just so...so...so Elven. She couldn't help herself. Not that she would if she could, anyway.

"So, where do you come from, Miss...?" she asked. Anything to change the subject.

[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]

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Tinuviel of Denton Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Amid the hills and dales of the Shire... or not. Posts: 579	"Might I perhaps join you here?" Niniel surveyed the newcomer and nearly smiled. This reminded her of herself. A little lost and not knowing quite how to proceed. And of course, Soronume-the-ever-polite nodded in answer to her question. It was to be expected, but just now, Niniel didn't really want another stranger to deal with. Four in one day was quite enough, thank you. "My'lady. These are the lady Niniel, the lady Elwen, and Dorelnar," he said, gesturing to each one. Niniel had no choice but to nod graciously to the young woman. "Here now, Master Soronume! Ye forgot me!" "No one could forget you, Mardath," was Soronume's weary response. "Well, Soronume, ye did. I'd hae thought that ye'd be kind enow t'remember m'name, after bein' so almighty fired up 'bout me not knowin' yours." The black bearded man looked the elf directly in the eyes, and chuckled. He knew by now that he was not the most well-liked person at the table, and that suited him fine. If the fellow didn't like him, well, that was Soronume's problem. None of Mardath's. Niniel grimaced. Did Mardath have to bring that up? It was over with, as was most of her embarrassment at his bluntness earlier. She was more comfortable now, though every now and then, she'd glance at Soronume and blush. She couldn't help it. He was the first elf that she could remember meeting, not that that was saying much, and he was just so...so...so Elven. She couldn't help herself. Not that she would if she could, anyway. "So, where do you come from, Miss...?" she asked. Anything to change the subject. [ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]