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Subject: Pleas Author: Namün [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:38:16 05/02/02 Thu Namün watched the scene unfold before her with horror. This shouldn't be happening. Fear filled her. She knew better than anyone that the King was in no condition for a fight. The wound to his back was not yet fully healed, and added to that were the cuts on his knuckles which would stiffen his grip. He'd be hurt, maybe killed... She plunged forwards, stopping just in front of the throne. Despite the trembling of her hands and lower lip, when she spoke it was in a clear enough voice to be heard by everybody in the room. "Your Majesty, I don't want this. Enough hurt has been done already. Please don't add to it. Let the man go." Standing beside him, she could see the man who had interrupted proceedings. Dimly, she recognised him as the Steward of Gondor. He had been eyeing her with undisguised hostility, but she saw him start a little when she turned towards him, giving the man a clear view of the bruises on her arms and the swelling by her lip where she had been hit. Again, she looked at the King. Judging by his expression, he was immune to her plea. The fury on his face was clear, softening only slightly when he met her eyes. "Please," she whispered in a voice quiet enough not to carry to the rest of the court. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]