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Subject: The Fight (at last)

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Madjael

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Date Posted: 18:42:09 05/16/02 Thu

Trust Reanna to try getting at him like that. Nam�n was still a sensitive subject. She'd thought that he didn't love her. But he did. He had.

The other fighters had been more than eager to try finding him a new sweetheart. All the girls - beautiful as they were- had not caused his heart to beat any faster than normal. He disliked the maids who purposefully walked past the warriors and then compared the amount of whistling with their friends. They were pathetic.

So was Targan who was currently making vulgar comments towards a red-headed woman in the stands. She didn't look like a servant or like a courtiers wife. The girl looked up and saw Targan. She moved away from her place near the make-shift fencing. The other men were already too busy to notice her sidling into the stand where they sat. The fight had begun, but not exactly thrilling.

Suddenley beside him there came a splash and the sound of Targan cursing. Madjael and Keth looked around at their friend who was now soaking wet. Laughter exploded from the surrounding seats as men turned to see who the fool was this tim. The red haired girl was standing over him holding an empty pitcher of water. The girl was not as beautiful as a she-elf, but she seemed to radiate a soft moonshine as they did - but it was almost darker and more mysterious.

"I would appreciate it, my lord," the girl spoke with a Mirkwood accent in a quiet yet firm tone, "If you'd be so kind as to not talk about me as thought I am your personal entertainment." She paused for a moment and watched Targan's temper simmer in outrage. "I'm sorry to disturb you, sires."

The girl curtsied and turned walking calmly away as if nothing had happened. Madjael could not help but stare at her retreating back - not to mention her long fiery hair and slender waist.

He shook himself mentally and returned to watching the king's fight, almost hoping the king may win and take Nam�n out of Madjael's life for good.

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