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alaklondewen · 07-23-2003, 10:47 PM

Pelien’s Luncheon

Pelien sat quietly watching her guests devour the new development in the quest for Finduilas’ real identity. Ar-Pharazon’s descendent, here, ready to marry the future Steward seemed a little far fetched, but the idea was rather intriguing. What would Denethor think? Surely he would discard the wretch his bride had turned out to be, and that would leave room for another… A sly smile crept across Pelien’s face as she sipped her tea.

“Madame Pelien,” the voice of the cook broke Pelien’s thoughts. “Lunch is served.” Nodding a thanks, Pelien rose and the rest of the ladies followed her into the open, sunlit dining room adjacent to where they were sitting.

A long cherry table was located in the center of the room. Before every seat sat a plate with crisp greens with a single flower laid gently across each place setting. Rummel moved quickly between the women respectfully pulling out their chairs and then placing an ivory napkin in each lap. Pelien, of course, positioned herself at the head of the table, and once they were all settled, the conversation slowly started again. First compliments were given to Pelien about the lovely table and salads, but soon the rumors rose above the small talk, and the whole table discussed Finduilas’ identity and what it would mean to Minas Tirith.

[ July 24, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

07-23-2003, 10:47 PM	#106
alaklondewen Song of Seregon Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Following the road less traveled Posts: 1,201	Pelien’s Luncheon Pelien sat quietly watching her guests devour the new development in the quest for Finduilas’ real identity. Ar-Pharazon’s descendent, here, ready to marry the future Steward seemed a little far fetched, but the idea was rather intriguing. What would Denethor think? Surely he would discard the wretch his bride had turned out to be, and that would leave room for another… A sly smile crept across Pelien’s face as she sipped her tea. “Madame Pelien,” the voice of the cook broke Pelien’s thoughts. “Lunch is served.” Nodding a thanks, Pelien rose and the rest of the ladies followed her into the open, sunlit dining room adjacent to where they were sitting. A long cherry table was located in the center of the room. Before every seat sat a plate with crisp greens with a single flower laid gently across each place setting. Rummel moved quickly between the women respectfully pulling out their chairs and then placing an ivory napkin in each lap. Pelien, of course, positioned herself at the head of the table, and once they were all settled, the conversation slowly started again. First compliments were given to Pelien about the lovely table and salads, but soon the rumors rose above the small talk, and the whole table discussed Finduilas’ identity and what it would mean to Minas Tirith. [ July 24, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ At last I understand why we have waited! This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away!