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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:08:19 GMT -5
*I know that!* she insisted. *I'm a nerd, don't try to lecture me, chica* she looked around. <And you are an elf!> she said, in her elvish. She gasped. It sounded perfect, not the butchered version she had mastered.
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:10:48 GMT -5
*I am not!* she insisted. *I'm a 19-year-old Human girl. From Virginia. Not Riven-freaking-dell!* She shook her head. *It's all so wierd ...*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:12:47 GMT -5
<Is this Rivendell?> she asked, looking around and smiling broadly. <Yes!!!!> she cheered and jumped up in the air, thrusting her fist. <Finally!> She looked at her. *Margaret, from Chicago*
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:15:13 GMT -5
She smiled at her. *Well, Margaret from Chicago, what do we do now?* She looked around, then down, and sighed. *First, I need to find whatever passes for clothes in Rivendell ...* She thought, then paled. *Oh, please, please, please, let this be the Peter Jackson version, not the animated one, where Gollum looks like a frog!*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:16:17 GMT -5
Margaret looked around. <What do I look like!> she insisted and twirled around and looked down at her nightgown.
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:18:29 GMT -5
Caitlin laughed. *Not animated, that's for sure!* she said. The nightgown looked elegant. *I'm going to go see what there is in my room!* She turned to leave, then remembered that the naked Elf was in there. *Come with me?*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:23:33 GMT -5
She looked up. *Sure* she said with a shrug and sighed. *Can I pick something out?* she looked down at her skin. *At least I'm pale now... damn it, I hate being Slavic... my skin's always dark.> She looked to Caitlin and sighed. *I can help... my style is not that bad... and I know how to tie a corset*
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:25:59 GMT -5
*You know how to tie a corset?* she asked. *Good, 'cause I don't!* She giggled at that, then stopped. He was standing there.
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:28:07 GMT -5
Glauron looked at them confused. <Nimmir... you know that language too?> he asked. Unlike Caitlin, Mar was acting easier and playing along.
<Of course,> she said with a small smile. She looked him over and was having fun looking over his chest. Oh it only he'd turn around!
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:29:45 GMT -5
Caitlin stiffened. *I'm supposed to be married to him,* she muttered to Mar. She saw Mar's wandering eye. *That's my husband!* she said angrily.
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:30:30 GMT -5
*Oh!* she said and looked at her. *My falut... what's his name?*
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:31:34 GMT -5
*Ummmm ... * Caitlin said, slightly embarassed. *Don't remember.* She saw Mar's look. *I'm not going to ask him; you ask him!*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:35:06 GMT -5
<Sister?> he asked her. <Nimmir what's wrong?> He kissed her hands and sighed. She lookedup. The name 'Glauron' popped into her head. She sighed. <I don't know Glauron>
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:36:30 GMT -5
Caitlin still eyed him like a dangerous wild beast. Which, from her standpoint, he was. Even if they were supposed to be married. <Umm, can I get dressed?> she asked, remembering at the last moment to use the other language -- which she supposed was Sindarin.
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:38:53 GMT -5
Mar smiled took her hand. <I'll help her!> she said and led her away. Glauron looked onfuses and shook his head and left to get dressed imself.
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