Murtagh rubbed his hands, eyes glinting "Good, good! Now... Let me introduce you to my best, how should I say?- guard. Everyone is suspect to have commanded this ... crime. Even you sire..." he added with a horrid look at Onònion .

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Bellethiel looked at him, then at her lady. Elenanna cast a glance at Ononion to see if he would react.

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"Excuse me?"

Onònion asked with an amused face.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

The elf broke in "Everyone is a suspect here sire, even such a man as youreself."

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"And what kind of a man am I?"

Onònion hmped with amusement in it.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Sir, you are merely making yourself more suspect."

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Onònion smiled and stepped forward.

"First of all, I have pride and would never take part in assasination of anyone and do you think people wouldn`t have noticed me in the crowd with the bow? Besides I carry no bows with me and what comes to your reference sir I ask you please do not use that. I have been a servant for the most of my life so I shouldn`t be talked like that for it is rather disgraceful, no mean to offend, but this is my view..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

((but the archer had been killed by Erura's Eagle. I'm confused.....))

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
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((it was a decoy to make us believe that he was trying to kill Elen..not the other person))

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((Mwahaha... *is evil*))
The elf pulled a face and whispered a few words to her accomplice- master. He nodded and laughed out loud "We are sorry then sir."

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Onònion hmped and quietly looked outside from the open window.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"But it is proper sense really..."

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

The two lady elves looked between them, and then shared glances.

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(Might I join? ^^ Read about my lovely (that's now I see him, anyway ) character here: http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... php?t=5165 ))

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"Whoa, Sparrow," a deep brown stallion heard from his back. The equine halted abruptly before the gates of Edoras, and offered a soft snort as he craned his neck about to see his rider. The man on his back was relatively tall, and his face was hidden from view as his hood overshadowed his features.

Ice-blue eyes glinted briefly, and the man smiled beneath his hood at his steed before lifting his gaze to the gates.

"Hail, men of the Rohirrim! I am no threat to your people, so why not let me visit your proud halls?" he called out. Two men appeared at the gates, and immediately recognized the cloaked figure.

"'Tis the Lord Narie," one whispered to the other. Both began bustling about and pushed the gates open to let the figure enter, bowing as he passed.

"Many thanks, good sirs."

"Welcome back, m'lord," the guards replied.

The figure was an elf, but a ranger as well, and had visited the Golden Hall many times before. His quiver of arrows and longbow hung across his back, and at his hip was a battleworn longsword. He wore a tunic of fine black cloth, grey leggings, and soft boots of supple brown leather.

He kept his hood drawn as he made his way to the stable, though his ice-blue eyes were clearly visible as they remained slightly illuminated, and errant strands of his rather shaggy, shoulder length jet black hair fell over his vision.

"I'll be back, Sparrow, m'lad," he said gently to the sturdy stallion. "Rest and relax, mellon nin."

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((I'm not sure where he'll fit in, but perhaps Ononion could spot him coming up from the open window, or something...^^))

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