Wow...all you guys who read are so nice!
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Anyway, this is dedicated to Jaid Skywalker!
Your review was a very nice thing to see early in the morning!
Also Midii Une(Yes, they can be scary...^_^;) for reviewing twice. I feel honored.
And Lisa. Thanks for reviwing! See you monday!
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing or Lord of the Rings, Both Duo and Faramir would disappear from the stories very early on, and somehow show up in my house.
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October 26, Bree
"Let the play begin." She had been sent by the director, looking for one of the cast. The actor's script was about to be changed.
Dark hair falling in front of her deep blue eyes, she reached forward and took a sip of her bitter drink, her long white sleeve almost catching on a rusted hook, sticking up out of the table. Leaning back against her chair and looking around, she cast a glance around the room.
One person caught her eye.
A tall dark haired male, wearing newly bought clothes, an air of distrust surrounding him. As if in proof of that aura, an unconcealed curved silver sword swung at his waist. It glinted in the inn's light, it's black handle and sharp blade showing signs of many years of use. It was the sword that drew her attention. The cresent shaped blade stood out, and would not be of much use here. He was currently seated at a small wooden table as far away from the drunken noise in the Prancing Pony as possible.
She smiled.
Standing up, she walked over to him, black supple pants silently brushing aganst her glimmering blade, faded leather boots creating almost no noise as she stepped over wooden floorboards and to his isolated table.
He sat in his corner, untouched mug before him, blue-gray tunic soft in the half light of an almost burnt out candle, plain white pants giving him a mock casual appeance. His skin was shining with a soft tan, his eyes focused on the flickering light of a candle flame.
He heard her.
Turning to face her, his hair, unrestrained, swung free, and his right hand reached for the scarred metal handle of his sword.
She laughed softly.
Sitting down opposite from him, she rested her chin on her hands, her dark cloak falling in waves about her, and spoke. "My name is Lucrezia Noin. Pleased to meet you."
He looked at her, not relaxing his grip on his weapon. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked coldly, not concealing his suspicion of this strange woman. In answer to his question, she said, "Tell me. You have heard tell of the woods of Lórien?" He leaned in over the table, eyes narrowing with dislike. "Who are you and why do you wish to know?" She smiled, satisfied that she had gotten his attention. "I know someone there who wishes to meet with you, Chang Wufei." A dagger appeared in his left hand. Again, she laughed. "You would not kill me." A tense silence followed this comment before she spoke again. "I can lead you to Lothlórien." He was silent, weighing his options, saying neither yes or no to her proposal. Noin glanced at him through her dark hair, not bothering to brush it out of from her eyes. "Besides," She added, as if in an after thought, "I knew her." She looked at him meaningfully, watching with a vague amusement as the knife fell from his hand. Noin leaned down and whispered in her husky voice, "That's right," She stressed the next syllable, "Mr. Chang."
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By the way, I have a fairly low self-esteem. In other words, unless I get at least one review per chapter, the chances of me posting the next chapter are very slim. I need to know that at least one person out there reads what I'm writting. Thank you!
Also Midii Une(Yes, they can be scary...^_^;) for reviewing twice. I feel honored.
And Lisa. Thanks for reviwing! See you monday!
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing or Lord of the Rings, Both Duo and Faramir would disappear from the stories very early on, and somehow show up in my house.
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October 26, Bree
"Let the play begin." She had been sent by the director, looking for one of the cast. The actor's script was about to be changed.
Dark hair falling in front of her deep blue eyes, she reached forward and took a sip of her bitter drink, her long white sleeve almost catching on a rusted hook, sticking up out of the table. Leaning back against her chair and looking around, she cast a glance around the room.
One person caught her eye.
A tall dark haired male, wearing newly bought clothes, an air of distrust surrounding him. As if in proof of that aura, an unconcealed curved silver sword swung at his waist. It glinted in the inn's light, it's black handle and sharp blade showing signs of many years of use. It was the sword that drew her attention. The cresent shaped blade stood out, and would not be of much use here. He was currently seated at a small wooden table as far away from the drunken noise in the Prancing Pony as possible.
She smiled.
Standing up, she walked over to him, black supple pants silently brushing aganst her glimmering blade, faded leather boots creating almost no noise as she stepped over wooden floorboards and to his isolated table.
He sat in his corner, untouched mug before him, blue-gray tunic soft in the half light of an almost burnt out candle, plain white pants giving him a mock casual appeance. His skin was shining with a soft tan, his eyes focused on the flickering light of a candle flame.
He heard her.
Turning to face her, his hair, unrestrained, swung free, and his right hand reached for the scarred metal handle of his sword.
She laughed softly.
Sitting down opposite from him, she rested her chin on her hands, her dark cloak falling in waves about her, and spoke. "My name is Lucrezia Noin. Pleased to meet you."
He looked at her, not relaxing his grip on his weapon. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked coldly, not concealing his suspicion of this strange woman. In answer to his question, she said, "Tell me. You have heard tell of the woods of Lórien?" He leaned in over the table, eyes narrowing with dislike. "Who are you and why do you wish to know?" She smiled, satisfied that she had gotten his attention. "I know someone there who wishes to meet with you, Chang Wufei." A dagger appeared in his left hand. Again, she laughed. "You would not kill me." A tense silence followed this comment before she spoke again. "I can lead you to Lothlórien." He was silent, weighing his options, saying neither yes or no to her proposal. Noin glanced at him through her dark hair, not bothering to brush it out of from her eyes. "Besides," She added, as if in an after thought, "I knew her." She looked at him meaningfully, watching with a vague amusement as the knife fell from his hand. Noin leaned down and whispered in her husky voice, "That's right," She stressed the next syllable, "Mr. Chang."
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By the way, I have a fairly low self-esteem. In other words, unless I get at least one review per chapter, the chances of me posting the next chapter are very slim. I need to know that at least one person out there reads what I'm writting. Thank you!