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Maikadilwen · 09-24-2002, 11:43 AM

Sauron had no power over this forest, but one of Mordor's most loyal spies had received an invitation to a picnic in this forsaken place. Maika was the name she had been given and very fitting it was, for sharp indeed was her tongue as well as her black eyes. Her hair was black as the sky over Mordor itself, but apart from that she looked as innocent as any young woman could. Well...almost.
Roaming around in Bree, (actually close to winning a drinking contest) she suddenly found that a basket had appeared among her belongings, noticed the invitation and decided to take a look and then report back to Mordor.

Maika stopped and looked around at all the merry people gathered at the Glade. Men acting silly, elves so terribly fair and beautiful, annoyingly happy little hobbits and the cutest little fox. Aww, wouldn't we just love to cut off that tail.
She turned and sighed with relief as she spotted the familiar black robes of a Nazgûl. How nice to see a friendly "face". To her great delight she also saw a ghost, a glorious dragon and a wight.
She smiled her old wicked smile. "Maybe a party in a dull place like this will be fun after all. "

She went straight for the drinks and poured herself a huge mug of ale, turned around and took a better look at the strange gathering. Elven women in their fancy dresses (Ugh!) and mortal men showing off their skills. An elf with a meat cleaver in hand stood close to an over-armoured man with a glaive. What a pair, she thought, shaking her head and then jumped up on one of the tables to get a better view.

Then she heard the poetry. Foul and terrible poetry was burning her ears. Thankfully the wight soon put an end to that, the laughter returned and the feast could go on.

She couldn't help but to laugh when she saw Shelob, who by now was VERY drunk. A sad-looking elf and a hobbit were placed next to the spider and she raised her mug towards them with a smile, before dancing over to the wight who seemed to be without his master tonight. Placing her mug on the ground, she grabbed his hands and swirled him around with her. "Let's put some life into this party, shall we?"

[ September 24, 2002: Message edited by: Maikadilwen ]

09-24-2002, 11:43 AM	#126
Maikadilwen Summoner of Lost Souls Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: At home, with my Strongbow Posts: 521	Sauron had no power over this forest, but one of Mordor's most loyal spies had received an invitation to a picnic in this forsaken place. Maika was the name she had been given and very fitting it was, for sharp indeed was her tongue as well as her black eyes. Her hair was black as the sky over Mordor itself, but apart from that she looked as innocent as any young woman could. Well...almost. Roaming around in Bree, (actually close to winning a drinking contest) she suddenly found that a basket had appeared among her belongings, noticed the invitation and decided to take a look and then report back to Mordor. Maika stopped and looked around at all the merry people gathered at the Glade. Men acting silly, elves so terribly fair and beautiful, annoyingly happy little hobbits and the cutest little fox. Aww, wouldn't we just love to cut off that tail. She turned and sighed with relief as she spotted the familiar black robes of a Nazgûl. How nice to see a friendly "face". To her great delight she also saw a ghost, a glorious dragon and a wight. She smiled her old wicked smile. "Maybe a party in a dull place like this will be fun after all. " She went straight for the drinks and poured herself a huge mug of ale, turned around and took a better look at the strange gathering. Elven women in their fancy dresses (Ugh!) and mortal men showing off their skills. An elf with a meat cleaver in hand stood close to an over-armoured man with a glaive. What a pair, she thought, shaking her head and then jumped up on one of the tables to get a better view. Then she heard the poetry. Foul and terrible poetry was burning her ears. Thankfully the wight soon put an end to that, the laughter returned and the feast could go on. She couldn't help but to laugh when she saw Shelob, who by now was VERY drunk. A sad-looking elf and a hobbit were placed next to the spider and she raised her mug towards them with a smile, before dancing over to the wight who seemed to be without his master tonight. Placing her mug on the ground, she grabbed his hands and swirled him around with her. "Let's put some life into this party, shall we?" [ September 24, 2002: Message edited by: Maikadilwen ] __________________ -"Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave. Our birth is nothing but our death begun."