Turning to look up at him, Atalante thought back quickly - "Oh, an hour at most, I should think," she said. "Why?"

The elf lord sat back with relief in his ornately carved chair. "Good. I suppose I'll finish my breakfast and then we'll see what there is to be done about it." He clearly was under the impression that his breakfast was not poisoned, something that seemed to be backed up by the bite he had taken earlier - it had been completely harmless.

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Aearion nodded slowly,

"Alright... It needs to sit for another half hour then... I'm sorry this is taking so long, m'lady."

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"Were it not for you we wouldn't be able to test the poison at all," Atalante reassured him. "We can all wait another half hour, I am sure."

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Aearion smiled with a glint in his unseeing eyes,

"That may be so," He gently nudged her, " If it we not for you, I wouldn't of known what I was doing! Valar save us, I might have made an explosive mixture!" He said, countering her comment.

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Vanwawen nodded to Thanduril, and left, closing the door behind her. She slowly walked back to Aearion's house.
"His food wasn't poisoned... but why? Why would someone poison everyone elses food, but not the kings? I don't understand..." she talked to herself, watching her feet, not realizing that she nearly ran into Aearion...

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Aearion, confused, lightly stepped aside when he heard Vanwawen's voice coming right toward him. Wondering why in all of arda she wasn't paying attention to her footing, he bumped into Atalante, who was next to him, and then steadied himself on the doorframe.

"Vanwawen, do you mean to play a game of human domino slide?"

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"Who, Wha? I don't know..." Vanwawen muttered, sitting down. She tried to clear her mind, getting confused wasn't a good thing for her, for she easily looses her mind, that was why her name ment the Lost Maiden.
"This all just doesn't make sence to me..." she ran her fingers through her silky golden hair...

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Aearion's brow creased and he shook his head, not having a clue of what she was referring to. He turned to make sure Atalante hadn't fallen over, and then leant in to whisper,

"Would you have any idea what she is talking about? I am hopelessly lost."

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"I might have an idea," said Atalante, and turned to Vanwawen. "Well? I suppose he's not dead then, is he?"

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Vanwawen shook her head, and sighed.
"I don't get it... It doesn't make an inch of sense." she mumtered.
"His food wasn't poisoned, but ours was... why?"

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Aearion understood her questioning, but it did sound quite funny to his ears.

"Well... I would say that... Someone is trying to kill someone else, besides the king..." He said, not mockingly, but obviously amused, with a small smirk dancing on his lips.

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Atalante rolled her eyes. "I think we gathered. He knew nothing about the poison, Vanwawen? How strange...and odd, because Thranduil's food is taken up earlier, I seem to remember - which means that whoever poisoned it would have to have gotten into the kitchens between the time his food was being prepared and ours was."

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At Atalante's seriousness, and her dry sarcasm at the begining of her sentence, Aearion sobered emedietly getting back on track. He blindly walked over to the counter on which the small bowl with the mixture was stationed. He dipped two fingers in, and rubbed them together, a furrow knitting itself in his brow, he turned to the two ladies in the room,

"Would one of you please be so kind to come and tell me if this concoction of ours has gained or lost any color?"

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Turning from her spot at the door, Atalante came and peered into the bowl. "Er..." she said uncertainly, "I think it's gained a little bit, but I'm not sure."

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