Arwen Undomiel Telcontar - Queen of Gondor (arwen_undomiel) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-18 21:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | arwen, miriel |
Must you knock so loudly?
Who: Arwen, Miriel
What: Miriel takes the message to Arwen!
When: Right after the Boromir/Faramir/Haladreth etc log.
Where: Arwen's room at the Citadel
Arwen: *sitting in her room, with about 5 empty wine bottles sitting on the table*
Miriel: *knocking on the door!*
Arwen: *groans* Must you knock so loudly?
Miriel: *enters* *blinks*....lady?
Arwen: *looks... verily, and truthfully... as hung over as mordor* *rubs at her head and squints her eyes at Miriel* Miriel?
Miriel: *comes over, looks at the wine bottles* Good Eru, how are you still standing!
Arwen: ... *looks over at them as well, rubs at her head* Elrohir..
Miriel: Ah...*takes a seat* How are you feeling?
Arwen: Like ... a mortal, who has consumed a great deal of wine?
Arwen: *rubs at her head again* I think I shall never drink again.
Miriel: That would probably be wise. *smiles* can you reaD?
Arwen: I have not tried.
Arwen: I only just tried moving from the bed to the chair.
Miriel: *offers the letter!*
Arwen: *takes the letter delicately, and stares at it for some time, forcing her eyes to focus*
Miriel: *watches her worriedlY*
Arwen: *finally reads it over, stands up, rubs at her head again* Eru.... Aragorn... I can go and see him, but not like this.
Miriel: I can make you some tea?
Arwen: Tea would help..
Arwen: *pulls a dress out of her armoire, and steps behind a screen* New clothing will help, as well... I think...
Miriel: You would feel better. Perhaps a bath?
Arwen: I do not have time, but I will wash my face. *There is a bit of a splash of water, indicating she's doing that right now*
Miriel: *smiles*
Arwen: *steps out from behind the screen in a dress that complements her pale skin instead of drawing attention to it, and pins back some of her hair*
Arwen: This is your fault, Miriel, for putting wine in my tea to begin with. *smirks at Miriel*
Miriel: Now you learned to drink in Moderation, mm?
Arwen: I think I merely learned to stick to tea. *chuckles, then winces and rubs at her head again*
Miriel: *hands her some tea!*
Arwen: *takes a long sip at her tea* You gather information... is there anything I need to know before I head down there?
Miriel: Your father is in a particularly pissy mood.
Arwen: Ada is always in a particularly pissy mood...
Miriel: I think he is angry that Ithiriel is betrothed to Maglor.
Arwen: Ithiriel was that injured ranger.. *nods her head, regrets it* *takes another sip of tea*
Miriel: *nods her head*
Arwen: Maglor. *sighs* Well, Ada would be a bit biased on that note.
Miriel: I understand.
Arwen: *groans and massages at her head, and face, and then finally lets out a sigh* How do you manage to look so Regal, all the time? I have managed looking ethereal, but never regal, I do not think.
Miriel: You will have ample practice. *winks*
Arwen: I am sure. From Queen to another, though? I think we both know that in most cases it is an utter mask. *chuckles*
Miriel: A mask you may find yourself wearing in private, simply out of habit!
Arwen: *tries putting one on, now, for practice* *smiles?*
Miriel: Square your shoulders a bit.
Arwen: *Squares her shoulders, meets Miriel's eyes*
Miriel: *nods approvingly* You are the rock for your king.
Arwen: *nods her head* *hugs Miriel* Thank you.
Miriel: *hugs her back, delicately*
Arwen: *hugs her back, and strides out for the healing houses*