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A litte bit preturbed at Sindahir for sending her up to their room without telling her, Cadorsa stopped before she could reach the stairs that led up to the rooms.
A man sat with papers in his hand by himself, nearby some Gondorian rangers. Smoke rose from his pipe like the mist of dawn from rolling purple mountains. He put the documents away after glancing over them slightly with worried eyes. She watched the concern that was written on his face like a storm written across the sky and wondered what troubled him. She walked over to him before she could stop herself. "What troubles you, my Lord" She asked in her thin voice, knowing that it was rude of her not to introduce herself before starting the conversation, but the look on this stranger's face was so profound it made her wonder. He looked up at her from where he sat, and Cadorsa tucked a bothersome strand of fair hair behind her ear... <font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:59 PM January 03, 2004: Message edited by: Mercy of the Valar ] |
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