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Subject: The pub, part million-and-something

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Madjel/Nam�n/Cirad

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Date Posted: 22:19:37 10/07/02 Mon

Oh dear, I see Phil has discovered how to do marquees. Unfortunately, he hasn't learnt to slow them down so people can actually read them yet. Sorry about the people watching that post go round again and again and again so that you can read it. Incidentally, isn't my marquee far cooler?

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Her eyes were shadowed, clearly going through some sort of internal struggle. This was something she couldn't run away from, or put off. She would have to reject him here and now, for good, or else accept him, and the troubles that came with him. His mouth opened to voice the final number, but she stilled him with a gentle finger over his lips, coming to a decision.
"I'm not staying here," she told him quietly. "I go back to the palace tonight- to Aragorn. You have to accept that."
He remained silent, scarcely breathing. "Do you accept that?" she pressed.
Slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on her, he nodded.
"Good." she smiled. Her hands dropped to her sides and she stepped forwards, bringing her body within the circle of his arms. Face turned upwards to his she said slowly and deliberately,
"Three."

He lowered his head, trying to control his breathing. Her scent overwhelmed him. A mixture of sweet honey and cinnamon, always with a lingering impression of fresh-cut herbs that came from working in the kitchens. He slipped his arms around her, pulling Nam�n closer to him, feeling her soft puffs of breath on his cheek. It was intoxicating. Slowly Madjael turned her face towards him. Manwe of Arda, she's beautiful he thought to himself. He swallowed away his nervous feelings and leaned in, gently brushing his lips across her lower jaw bone. Just touching her skin caused him to gasp inwardly before he moved his mouth slightly, wanting to feel every inch of her face. Then he moved towards her lips, and he felt her warm mouth touch his.

The fingers that had slipped around his waist tightened apprehensively, and he pulled back a little.
"I'm not going to hurt you, you know." he murmured. "Just relax."
She inclined her head in the smallest of nods and he felt, rather than saw, her tension dissipate and the lithe body come to rest closer against him.

"Madjael! In the name of Arda - I know you're here!"

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