The Spa and Von Maur Complex in Rhun (Private RP)

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya bit her tongues until it bled. "Oops! Did I say that? Well, you wanted action...." Josh looked sheepish, and Nenya looked mischevious. "I am simply doing your bidding!" Nenya grinned.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Josh stormed out...Tar said

"Oh you took away entertainment!"

[Nenya Evenstar]

"Ohhh... common! It was all his fault, you know! He was the one playing...." She cut off that train of thought. "Shall I devise some new entertainment for you, Tar?" Nenya's eyes gleamed. She felt odd.

[Tar-Ancalime]

"If you wish...or one of my handmaidens could summon some new entertainment."

[Nenya Evenstar]

"I say that you utilize your hand maidens until they fail to call anything up out of the blue to entertain us with. When and if that happens you can resort to me," Nenya was still grinning. "However," she said with a glance at Tar and the beautiful gardens framing the Dark Queen's face, "do we really need any entertainment when such a lovely world is here in our very grasp? Shall we not entertain ourselves by admiring the roses? Or did you have much more planned out for this day? Massages? Nice hot, warm spas? Please do tell!" Nenya's voice carried across a small breeze to Tar's ears where it settled, charm pouring out of it in wisps.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar sending a furtive glance back at Nenya, seeing her attempt to charm her, although it was not the charm that worked, but the nature of the comment, and how it rang with an ancient truth. Than she said,
"Nenya, once again you've shown us how a simplistic lifestyle can often purify the mind of those who sit in higher places. Oh dear me! Look at the time! It's nearly eight, and we haven't gone shopping yet!"

[Nenya Evenstar]

"Shopping?" Nenya asked, "Sounds like fun to me! Who all is going? I do hope you all will come...." Nenya glanced at the ladies around her. "I am ready whenever you are, Tar! Lead on!"

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar gracefully sat up from her fainting chair and said to the others(wherever they happen to be),
"Oh do forgive me, i've not given you a time to change...since i am planning to take the oppurtunity, i do not deny it to my guests."
Tar set off to her chambers...

[Anira the Elf]

As ani come out of her chaimbers she say Tar passing and stoped her. " sorry, i must have over slept." then, " did i hear something about shopping?":D

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Indeed you did here me say that...or i'm just loosing my mind..."

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya took a walk instead, as she had just changed her dress and did not feel like changing it again. So, she simply busied herself with admiring the beautiful morning and the fresh flowers.

[Arathin]

Arathin stood amid a small patch of Orchids, which were her favorite. Her black silken gown flowed lightly about her lithe body. The wind blew through her elegantly styled hair in its small braids and twists. She saw Nenya coming near where she was standing and turned to speak with her. "Do you know where it is that Tar has in mind for this little shopping spree, Nenya?"

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Arathin, we are going to the Von Maur complex in this spa." Tar said coming behind them

[Nenya Evenstar]

"There is your answer, Arathin!" Nenya grins. "Tar has a great habit of popping up wherever and whenever she is needed." ;)

[Tar-Ancalime]

"As your hostess it is imperative." Tar says smoothing down her black,shimmery strapless gown *trying to begin to look eviler*. for upon her head rested a fantastic crown.

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya grinned at Tar. It seemed that she had been grinning a lot lately. "My lady, yes, it is imperative! And you do a wonderful job at it!" An idea came into Nenya's head, and she said, "Tar, I have changed my mind about not changing my dress. I will be back presently." With that she left her two companions and returned to her chambers. Presently, Tar could see her coming back, this time dressed in a spotless plain white gown, her hair up in waves behind her head. Upon her forhead was a white swan bound there by a silver circlet, its wings shimmering with silver. "Quite a pair we make, do we not?"

[Arathin]

Arathin smiled lightly at Tar and Nenya. "Well now we only wait upon the others. Truely, you have everything one could wish for within this marvelious spa, m'lady Tar. And you look quite evil." Arathing smoothed the black sash that hung about her waist and picked a single Orchad. This she set within the knot of the sash, a spot of colour in her black garb.

[Tar-Ancalime]

"I saw what you did arathin, but still it was kind of you to think of me...sides...a little splash of purple wont kill it."

[Arathin]

Arathin smiled warmly at Tar; then she glanced around. "Is this all whom are going?"

[Tar-Ancalime]

" I have no idea...but the rest must have had some hangover..."

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya grins. "Seen any servants with wine bottles lately? Perhaps they snuck some alcohol into the beverages when no one was looking!"

[Tar-Ancalime]

"my mischevious handmaidens...never!:p "

[Nenya Evenstar]

"Ahhh! I think we have caught the culprits! Perhaps they have some hidden and secret plan...."

[Tar-Ancalime]

"You know..they are just trixie...they don'tmean any harm."

[Nenya Evenstar]

"Trixy... I'd agree! Trixy and fun. Your spa wouldn't be the same without them, my dear Tar!" :D

[Tar-Ancalime]

"of course..."

[Wonko The Sane]

*At the mention of the word "triksy" Arianne the Dark Elf appears at the doorway, black cloak shrouding her features. She draws her hood back, shaking her raven tresses about her shoulders. She grins deviously, her violet eyes flashing, she pulls off her black leather gloves and strides into the room. The heels on her black leather boots strike reverb around the room as she slowly advances across the marbel floors. She shrugs her cape back to rest on her shoulders, her muscled form outlined by the tight leather suit she's wearing. She pauses at the Dark Queen's throne, going down on one knee, bowing her midnight-bejeweled forehead.*

"My queen." *she mumurs in her sultry voice.* "Did somebody mention mischief?" *she rises at the Queen's beckoning and grins.*

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Nenya, I think we've found your culprit...tell me arianne did you take out valuable time in your day of pantsing yrch just to be trixy"

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya shakes her head. "Yes, she seems to have a culprit air about her... do you admit it?" Nenya gives Arianne her best evil glare but does not succeed as her evil glare is very mild compared to everyone else's evil glares.

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Nenya, if you have a greivance with Arianne, a very valuable servant of mine, i sugest you tell me as i am dark queen."

[Nenya Evenstar]

"Hmmm... grievances? The only grievance I can think of is slipping sleeping potions into the guest's wine...." Nenya grins. "And I do think she did that." ;)

[Tar-Ancalime]

"and I do not doubt she didn't, but it was just abit of fun..."

[Wonko The Sane]

*Smirks, rasing one eyebrow a bit as she tosses an airy glance in Nenya's direction*

"Your Queen is right, Nenya dear. It was just a bit of fun. Anyway, it's not like I killed them. I've done worse."

*The she-elf sits in a plush chair and grabs a passing servant orc by the scruff of the neck. She shoves him to his knees in front of her chair and rests her booted feet on his shoulders. She reclines and calls for a drink from another wait-yrch as she turns to the Dark Queen, smirking still.*

"I haven't pantsed any yrch in oh so long, My Queen. Not since that Snaga fellow threatened to kick me out of his Inn. But I will admit to being tricksey. I'm in that kind of mood."

*smiles and scrunches her shoulders against the plush chair backing*

"'I'm in the mood to cause some mischeif."

[Tar-Ancalime]

"I thought that you and that 'snaga fellow' were a little to close for such a description." Tar said to wonks;)

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya shakes her head. Too much orch pansying. Too many orchs period. After all, she was supposed to be the Steward of Gondor. ;)

"In the mood for mischief, huh?" She says to Arianne, "Why don't you go think of ingenious ways to wake everyone up?" She tilted her head with a grin.

[Wonko The Sane]

*Arianne chuckles*

"That "Snaga fellow" and I have a curious relationship. Namely I chase him about the Dark Legion and he pretends not to be interested."

*She winks and takes a drink from her goblet, and looking at Nenya she says*

"If you're so keen on waking them up why don't you do it? As far as I'm concerned they're better off sleeping."

*She pulls a black pouch from her magic pockets and tosses it to Nenya. Nenya opens it to find a very fine, sparkly black powder encased within.*

"Sprinkle this on their eyelids. It'll wake 'em up right quick."

*Turning back to her queen*

"I came here as soon as Calpurnia told me you had need of me. What is it you wish, My Queen?"

[Tar-Ancalime]

"OH, nothing direly important,thought you might want to enjoy the spa."

[Wonko The Sane]

"That, My Queen, is one command I can live with!!"

*reclines, sips her drink and waves at a wait-yrch*

"Come do my nails, yrch-boy!"

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar gets up, and walks to a window facing the endless plains.she stares out the window and says mornfully ,
"He's somewhere out there you know.Fighting for mornclaur. In the coldness of the west. I do wish this conflict would end, but i know its all for the greatness of mornclaur."

[Arathin]

Arathin, who had been keeping to the shadows, came to stand beside the Dark Queen. she placed her hand gently on Tar's shoulder. "By right in this war, we are advasaries, but I am glad we are not here. It is refreshing to know that there can still be peace between the two sides when this is won. Also, My Lady, I am sure he will return to you, as will my Elessar, but how this war will end..." Arathin sighed sadly. "I fear none can ever tell how this will end, or if it even will end." A single tear slid down Arathin's cheek. She removed her hand from Tar's shoulder and carefully wiped it away.

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya hears Tar's last remark and leaves the garden in disgust. All for the Mornclaur.... Ugh, as far as Nenya is concerned the Mornclaur could disappear in the dust -- in fact, she is hopeful that it might. She looks at the powder in the pouch. No, she would not use it. Who knows what it would do. Nenya finds a secluded spot in the palace and sits down to think.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar turned around, she was not as proud as usual but more of a grieving sort. She looked down, and with a tear running down her cheek said, "I'm so glad this affair is truly between those who wish to fight, and those who see advantages to peace., and that we can meet in peace, it shows hope. They will return, It's just that lonely for me and i'm sure for you." She went back to her throne silently. As if awakeing from a trance, "Where has Nenya gotten off to?" tar said

[Wonko The Sane]

*Arianne fingers the point of her right ear, her nervous habit. She tries to veil her emotions, thinking all the while...*

"We all...each one of us have our hearts vested in another in some way...we are all just as vulnerable as those that fight in battle."

*Her visage hardens, her mouth set into a grim line as she thinks to herself...*

"That's why I prefer to wage my chances in war rather than in matters of the heart... *A bitter look crosses her face as she continues her musings*

"No...I won't let my heart be hurt again. I vowed never to love again...I'll take my chances with the sword, but don't ever expect me to be tempted to give my heart again."

*She laughs, still bitter, realising how her resolutions have failed her yet again.*

*Tar's question jolts her from her darkened reverie and responds with a casual toss of her hand in the direction of the garden.*

"Miss Holier-Than-Thou Stewardess of Gondor went out to the garden muttering something about the demise of Mornclaur. Can I kill her now or would you prefer I do it later?"

*The Dark Elf smirked as she said this and continued*

"Besides, I don't think she quite trusts me. She's afraid that powder I gave her will cause even more tricksey mischief."

*She chuckles*

"She's right of course. But then again, I didn't lie. The powder will wake those servants up alright, but they'll wake with an insatiable urge to go swimming in the Dark Queen's private bathing spa."

*The elf chuckles again*

"Ah well."

[Tar-Ancalime]

"why, trixy you are. and I dont want her killed but i can extend to her an early exit. but even that I wont due. She's my guest, she can have a differing opinion as long as she brings no malice to myself or my guests."

[Nenya Evenstar]

Slow footsteps are heard in the hall, and Nenya appears in the doorway. "I was not expecting such avarice in this spa," she comments quietly, "Arianne and Tar, I do not understand your speaking of peace. How can you talk peace? The Mornclaur Federation is committing evils no less than Sauron, and yet you suggest that that federation should be allowed to endure? They kill without thought and wish only for world domination. There will only be peace if the Mornclaur realizes the foolishness of their actions and backs down or if that institution is removed from Middle-earth. Only then can peace really happen, for if the Mornclaur takes over there will be no peace... only death and destruction." Nenya's face is sad. "Forgive me, lady," she says to Tar, "but I could not let such comments go unchallenged."

[Wonko The Sane]

OOC: For the MILLIONTH time!! I'm ARIANNE!!! NOT WONKO!!!

IC: *Arianne glares at Nenya, her violet eyes flashing with ire she rises, kicking her foot-stool-yrch out of her way as she angrily strides to confront Nenya*

"I can imagine how you would see it that way, Almighty Stewardess of Gondor. The men of the white city never thought of much other than themselves. You do no discredit to your predecessors. But you see only that which you wish to see. You see only the evil. You see only the dark deeds and hardened hearts that Mornclaur must perpetrate in order to accomplish our goals. It is true, we relish evil much the same way you relish good, but we too have our purpose. I care not for your portents of evils-worse-to-come, nor does Mornclaur care for the petty protests of the White Tower. We do what we must in order to further the goals of our federation. We do no less than you would do. You disagree with our methods, we disagree with your whole philosophy."

*She gestures wildly, anger boiling*

"Men are so easily corrupted, most especially those that believe themselves to be good! You and your people have wreaked havoc on Middle-Earth for ages! And yet you deign to tell US how to fight this war! We are not just men. We are elves, we are orcs, and yes we are dark. But we too have just as much emotion as you do. And we hurt as you do. Do not think we are unfeeling. Evil we may seem, but we are no different from you. Would you not die to protect that which you loved the most? Would you not kill, say, to save your child? We are fighting for Mornclaur, for our Queen, for this whole bloody federation!! Evil we may be. But I do not see you to be any better."

*She stalks off down a long hallway, her footsteps reverberating down the marble corridor as she makes her way to one of the private rooms in the back. She kicks open the door, and storms inside, slamming it shut behind her.*

"Hypocrite..." *she mumbles bitterly to herself*

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya merely shakes her head, and turning around leaves the chamber. She is sorrowful in her heart, sorrowful that so many people of the races in Middle-earth have forsaken the true path to follow evil... for that is what it is. Simply evil. And evil cannot be good for it itself is corrupted and has been corrupted since Melkor, the Father of Lies, in the beginning became corrupted. Nenya grieves in her heart that her own kin, the Elven folk, have forsaken the light of Aman to follow this dark and dreadful evil, and she is saddened by the fact that they can no longer see what true good is. She weeps inwardly at the fact that they have forsaken Eru, the One, who created the world and those who dwell therein. "Alas for the desperate races of my time!" She sighs, "They walk without guidance and think that they do good in their own minds when indeed they are a grief to Iluvatar who cannot and will not accept the deeds of the Mornclaur. It is indeed grievious to me that they think they are right... for they are not. Evil is what they are, and evil is what they are in the sight of Iluvatar." She sits down on a bench, hands folded in her lap, thinking.

[Tar-Ancalime]

" I do not oft dwell in such topics when i hope to soon relax. But since you enjoy to insult the very means in whichthis spa was made then do so and leave quickly." Tar then stood up and walked swiftly away.

[Arathin]

Arathin had drifted back into a shadowy corner, her head bowed and tears running down her cheeks. She shook her head and silently wept. 'Will there never be peace?' She thought. 'Will there ever be these rifts? Even now each side believes it and only it is right, but how can they presume to know thy path, Eru? How can they presume to know how you view all this turmol? How can they presume to know that you have not preordaned all this to occure?' With these thought running through her head, Arathin silently slipped into the garden, and sat down in front of the roses to watch them grow.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar came behind arathin and sat on a bench,

" I do recall a time, when regardless of who we swore our loyalty to we accepted each other for the comradarie we had. Such times are long past, but it would be beneficial to have a moment when we can drop such notions. And pretend that we are not divided. Long have I watched as Ciry and Elessar bickered over plots of land. I shook my head for after all it is just land, and those who we rule do not care whether or not the ruler who the ruler is. When ciry declared war against the white council for treason, by having a different opinion. Yet I never dreamt it would divide the ladies of court."

[Arathin]

Arathin keeps her back turned to the Dark Queen. She pretends to still be watching the flowers, but it truely hidding her tears. When she spoke, a deep sadness, but no traise of tears were in her voice. "I believe, my lady, that this war now splits even the ladies of court because in this war even those ladies have taken up lands and titles in place of many of the men. My Elessar, Eru bless him and keep him save, I have not even heard from him in too long a time. I fear for him, but I cannot go out and search for him nor be even by his side, as I have done in past wars. Fore now I too am become embroiled in this war. I myself keeps lands in Arnor for Cir. Thus I cannot even seek out my husband, but must wait for some word of him, of his life or death." Arathin sighs sadly. "My own responsiblities to my lord and my people keep me from my husband."

[Tar-Ancalime]

" I suppose you are correct, no matter how harsh it is. I cannot deny it. For Nenya does have pride in Gondor, and I in mornclaur, but I beleive for one imperishable moment, we can have peace...brief albiet...but peace nonetheless. Ahh, to return to the old days, of the parties, and yule gatherings. How tolerant we were then." Tar than bows her head in sadness, than to lighten it up says, "Thats what was missing, a Christmas party!"

[Arathin]

Arathin turns her head, her tears for her husband dry. "Indeed, my lady Tar. We did not have a christmas party as we used too. Truely then this war is devistating us."

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Last years was so much fun...and remember Reoko?!"

[Wonko The Sane]

*Arianne returns from the back room, visibly calmer, now a look of grief on her face, she comes up behind her queen, chuckling.*

"Remember how a big group of the orcs got drunk on Egg-Nog and started singing tunes from Silmarillion: The Musical?"

*She laughs again and then the grief once more commands her visage and she hardens her features.*

"There is no more laughter. Not here, nor anywhere. This war has torn our world apart. Our lands and our people are divided."

*She turns to Nenya*

"We may go about things differently, we may have chosen darkness, but we fight for the same thing: Peace. We just want peace. We too want this war to be over...for those we love to come home."

*She turns back to Tar and Arathin.*

"I am not like you. I have no husband, no land, no subjects. My only loyalty is to my Lord and his Queen, my only duty to the Federation. I am dedicated to fighting this war, and bringing peace for our people. But I too have lost much..."

*For a moment her upper lip quivers, but she stills it as she continues.*

"I too can love...I too can worry. But I can still fight. I have no duties to land or kingdom. I fight because I believe it is right. I fight because I want peace. But too I fight for love...so that when this is over...and ONLY when this is over maybe then the love I have sought for so long will finally be possible...But now it is impossible. So I must keep fighting."

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Why do we hold such gloom? We are supposed to be enjoying ourselves!"

[Wonko The Sane]

*Turns to Nenya, an accusatory look in her eyes*

"She started it! You were talking of how you missed the Dark Lord and she went off! No mud bath or seaweed wrap for her!"

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Indeed Arrianne...:p "

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya enters the room once more, her eyes filled with tears.

"Perhaps I am wrong in accusing you, my ladies, of being all evil... for that is not what I see. I see good shine through you, good and a want for peace. That, my ladies, is not what the Mornclaur strives for... but I will not got there. However, I can see that what we all need and crave is a time for relaxation and a break from the horrors of war. Come, Arianne," Nenya says extending her hand towards the woman in front of her, "can we say that this is past? Forgive me for any hasty words on my part, for though I have not changed my mind about them, this was not the place to speak them. Please, may we pass over this and attempt to forget political ties?"

[Tar-Ancalime]

"what Mornclaur wants? Well indeed we did not start the original conflict. Just read the Senate of the Mornclaur federation. And besides dark lords do always strive for world domination...and come Nenya who always wins out TTf wars."

[Nenya Evenstar]

"I really do not know, Tar," Nenya says, "because this is my first TTF war. I have not read up on why this war was started, but I do know that I am in the war simply to defend the good and free peoples of the West -- and to get this world rid of a great evil. And I will tell you that I, at least, will give the Mornclaur the shock that they deserve. The Mornclaur may not have started the original conflict, but I can tell you that the Mornclaur is evil... and evil is not good and therefore must go. But come! We are getting nowhere!" :(

[Tar-Ancalime]

"True. It seems we'll always disagree, but let us enjoy ourselves and pretend this conflict does not matter to us. Besides Josh Groban's ready to sing!"

[Wonko The Sane]

*Suspiciuosly eyes Nenya's hand and then takes it, shaking it*

"Elf. I'm an elf. No woman stands before you. But I accept your feeble attempts at truce just the same. Only when you declare peace within these walls...just a thought...you might not want your next comment to be just the same blasphemous heresy against Mornclaur. You watch your tongue. We have a truce for now, Stewardess. But one false wag of the tongue and I won't hesitate to strike."

*Her eyes narrow and then she withdraws, her face grim, she goes back to her chair, kicks her feet back up on her orc-stool and waves over one of the staff to begin a manicure and a massage.*

"Goodnes...I am so tense!!"

*She turns to Tar-Ancalime*

"Did you see the adorable Warg cub Sna...one of the orcs gave me? He's so cute! I'll train him well and when he's grown he will be a companion terrible and fierce, worthy of a Dark Legion assassin."

*Grins evilly*

"I can hardly wait!"

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya merely shakes her head and says quietly, "And I am no woman either, Arianne. And I know you are an elf... I think I can tell one of my own kindred." She then walks over to a seat among white roses and asks one of the faeries to give her shoulders a massage.

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Let us put this aside--that feels very good-- we are acting like simple children--wow!--who are arguing on which person holds our affec--This feels greeat--tion."

*Tar said attempting to make a discussion while getting a massage*

[Arathin]

Arathin smiled warmly at the other ladies, and even giggled quietly at Tar's attempt at conversation. She herself sat back down before the rose bush and contented herself with watching the suttle changes of the growing plant, as behind her Josh Groban began to sing.

[Tar-Ancalime]

* tar having enough of the massage sat up*

Arathin, what holds your fancy? That you so gaze?

*tar sees Arathin not respond and turns to do other things. Thinks to self*

How peace is so glorious when all harsh words have been laid down, and we can sit and wonder at some inncent beauty. That so consents to being without decoration, feeling that they have just enough to last them. and in perfect content.

[Wonko The Sane]

*Arianne reaches into her magic pockets and pulls out an adorable Warg cub*

"Look my Queen, at what your servant Snaga the Orc has given me! When grown this cub will become a snarling Warg! Worthy companion to a servant of the Dark Queen, no?"

[Tar-Ancalime]

"if it makes you happy." Tar said with a laugh

[Wonko The Sane]

*Smiles*

"Just imagine how viscious and blood thirsty he'll be when he's grown!!"

*She gets on the floor and sets the cub down. The ball of fluff tries to snarl but doesn't know how yet and falls over instead.*

*Arianne giggles*

"Well, he still has a ways to go yet." *she winks*

[Tar-Ancalime]

*is daydreaming* What oh how cute?

[Wonko The Sane]

*Puzzled she turns from the antics of her Warg pup to the distant look in her queen's eyes*

Forgive me for asking, Your Highness, but what is it has you so occupied in thought?

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Arianne, I find it rude to look into a womans thoughts...":p

[Wonko The Sane]

*Arianne bows her head, shamefully*

"Forgive me my queen, it was only my concern for your troubles that bade me ask such a question. It will not happen again."

[Tar-Ancalime]

:p :p :p ,"i'm just saying...ok fine i'll tell i'm thinking about...*whispers to arriane*harry"

[Wonko The Sane]

*Startled in Tar's change of mood*

"I wasn't trying to get you to tell me! I really was shamed for asking!"

*But she smiles with the knowledge of her queens reverie and thinks on her own love...so far away.*

*She turns to her queen*

"What makes a hero, my queen? If someone, *she glances at Nenya swiftly* keeps insisting one's cause is wrong, and his fight in vain, but he fights on, believing in its truth, and seeking its end, can he still be a hero? Can someone so brave, and true still be a hero if everyone else says he is wrong?"

[Tar-Ancalime]

"hmm...i'd say your orcling is just fine...for you"

[Wonko The Sane]

*Blushes noticeably*

"I was merely referring to many of the brave men, women, elves, and yrch out there fighting for Mornclaur, m'lady. I did not refer to anyone in particular."

*She shifted uncomfortably on the floor, the leather of her bodysuit rubbing noisily on the marble tiles as she absentmindedly stroked the soft fur on her Warg cub's neck.*

[Tar-Ancalime]

"They beleive what they fight for is right...its all that matters...i've seen so many TTF wars we all resolve our differences."

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya nods, suprisingly. "Yes, I'd have to agree with you," she says quietly. "What makes a hero is a person who never sways from his goal. Though things may not be what they seem, that person is a hero." Her words drift off quietly.

[Tar-Ancalime]

tar really begins to dislike all the talks of politics.

[Nenya Evenstar]

"Tar, what's the matter?" Nenya asks quickly. "I was meaning on your side. I have learned a few things since I talked last," she sighs, "and I'm afraid that your side does have many heroes. Even though I may not agree with them, they are heroes. The West has fallen quite a ways in my eyes since last time I talked."

[Tar-Ancalime]

"It is that sooner or later this war will be over...and people will forget and it will pass as all TTF wars have passed, heroes will be forgotten so in the end we have won nothing."

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya nods, "But not all will be forgotten... I'm afraid there will be left-over avarices and hates from it that should not have been created. It is really quite sad."

[Tar-Ancalime]

" Although in most cases the western allies have won...east never really loses.:p "

[Arathin]

Arathin looked up from the rose bush she had been watching. "Yes, some angers always remain. Elessar and Ciryaher will never totally like nor trust each other again after their war..." Arathin pauses, torn between her loyalties to her husband and her lord. She sighs. "Must all life be this muddled?" She asks more of the roses then anyone else present.

[Tar-Ancalime]

" I remember the days when they argued and it was mostly the fault of someone else. i guess it was ciry's arrogance and elessars arrogance put together." Tar said and laughed remembering old times.

[Nenya Evenstar]

"Reminds me slightly of something that's happening right now," Nenya says. :rolleyes:

[Tar-Ancalime]

glares at Nenya then at Arianne. "They were fun times. Because we had balls and parties, weddings, it was indeed fun."

[Wonko The Sane]

*At the mention of the word "wedding" Arianne blushes, her pale skin flushed, her ears burning, she mumbles to herself*

"What is this that has come over me? The Dark Elf does not blush!"

*She steels herself and meets the queen's glare.*

"There is no time for parties now. There is work to be done, and wars to be fought. We cannot have a proper party until our warriors have returned."

[Arathin]

Arathin looks up at this comment, and sighs. "Yes, I miss Elessar. I haven't seen him in so long and then the last time was so brief...." She turns back to the rose bush, but now only to hide her tears.

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Its too bad we dont have parties...ahhh those were the good old days"

[Nenya Evenstar]

"I don't think I have ever been present for any parties!" Nenya's ears perk up. "They must have been before my time. Good ol' days, I guess, just like you said!"

[Tar-Ancalime]

"it was the days when people cooperated with mornclaur instead of wagging war with them...much before your time."

[Nenya Evenstar]

Nenya simply grins and looks at her hands as though pre-occupied. :D

[Tar-Ancalime]

yawns...becomin bored

[Arathin]

Arathin turns to face the Tar. "I remember the first party I was here for. It was a party that ended one of the last great wars on here. That was where I met everyone who so inspired me at the time... Ciryaher, Dengen, Eomer, Mithers, you Tar, Kem, Elessar, Wizdom, Nazzy, Adel. Most of them are gone now. Maybe that is why we don't have parties anymore. Because so many have left... I wish peace would come so that we could have parties again. Do you remember that party, Tar? It was about the peace that came after, I think it was, the war between Elessar and Ciryaher. That was a fun party."

[Tar-Ancalime]

"It was the yule ball...it was fun...I miss all them...:( "

[Tar-Ancalime]

"It was the yule ball or it could be the war is finally over dunno...it was fun...I miss all them...:( " Tar smiles upon remembering old times. Than she glares at arathin mischeviously," Oh...at the time we amazed you...waht happend to us?"

[Arathin]

Arathin smiles with seeming innocence at Tar. "Well, my dear Tar, you don't excurt as much 'newbie' hold over me any longer." She winks. "Now I am one of those who is amazing and no longer amazed, my dear Dark Queen."

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar nods her head,"True, you are not much of a Newbie anymore...well you really arent one..."

[Wonko The Sane]

"In a few months it will be a full year since I joined this war" *The Dark Elf said softly*

"So much has changed....my life is so different." *She closes her eyes against the tears that threaten to break forth upon recalling bitter memories of past failings, of the heartbreak and pain that drove her to the war in the first place*

"Life is never easy. I don't regret my decisions. They have lead me to happiness, but I never again want to experience that pain...Never again."

[Tar-Ancalime]

Damn we've been in war for awhile....

[Wonko The Sane]

*Hangs her head*

"And I only see more war to come in the future..."

*She sighs*

"Good thing I like to kill things!" *She quips, trying to lighten the mood. Failing she lies on her back and holds her cute Warg cub above her*

[Tar-Ancalime]

"I dont like war..."

[Wonko The Sane]

*grins*

"I do like killing things though..."