Leaving the healing houses -- The Quest Continues...

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Subject: Leaving the healing houses

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 14:41:30 04/20/02 Sat

"Send a messenger for me when she wakes," he murmered before sidling out of the room once more. Theoretically he should've stayed himself, having only recovered this morning but the healing houses always had the curious effect of making one feel worse.

His stomach rumbled and Aragorn remembered that he had not eaten since yesterday lunch. The sun was now well into it's journey through the sky and he made his way slowly towards the Grand Hall, dreading the questioning eyes of the nobles.

Large, ornate wooden doors were opened by immaculately dressed servants and Aragorn surveyed the enormous room. Torch brackets graced the walls but due to the morning light, no torches were hanging from them. Heavy wooden beams and marble pillars supported the ceiling which was a good 20 feet above his head. Long tables ran the length of the room but there was only one other person sitting there, someone else who had also forgotten to eat that day.

The cooks looked rather disgruntled to be asked to make another meal at 11 o clock, well after breakfast hours were over but they couldn't refuse their king and employer and so soon Aragorn had a steaming plate in his hands. Careful not to slip on the highly polished floor he made his way back to the occupied table and sat down opposite Legolas.
"So, how are you?"

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