Moore
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Post by Moore on Aug 30, 2008 19:31:23 GMT -5
Like an angel, she drifted about her vila, white dress floating behind her. Her steps, soft and silent upon the early morning stones, cool beneath her smooth feet. Her vila, small, was still decently large, much too large for the one being who occupied it.
Her steps take her to the central courtyard where a ample garden thrives in life and passion. The frenzy of color contrasts with the dark, rustic look of the house that surrounds them. Moore steps of the shadows of the house and into the gentle morning sunshine. It's as if the garden turns to greet as her beautiful figiure enters the garden. She bends over slightly to touch a flower.
Behind her, someone enters the house. A fairly common occurrence. Moore has many visitors from the small Gondor village she lives in. But she doesn't hear this one enter, she remains oblivious in the garden, her sensual back turned.
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Post by Eldarion on Aug 31, 2008 12:45:33 GMT -5
As the morning appeared, Eldarion woke up. Good he had slept, but plans he had for the day to come. When he finally was dressed finished, he decided to head out to see how the people were doing. With an escort by twenty knights he went on horse, seeking to find things that troubled the people which he could justify by giving aid. Throughout the gates of Minas Tirith he went in great speed, seeing it was quiet as many were still asleep. As he came upon the fields of Pellenor, he headed toward Osgiliath. Not far away from its gates, he could see a house which seemed rich and marvelous. In great speed Eldarion approached, but slowly stopped up as closer he came. Behind him the knights as well stopped, waiting for what the prince would like to do.
Gentle the prince dismounted his horse, curious as he was he wanted to see who lived in this house outside the city. It was not just a single house, but surrounded by many as if a village had been made by the growing population. Rumors told that Osgiliath was full of people, no room for anyone anymore as much of its previous people had returned to live there. Now farmers and others had taken the opportunity to live outside, something that interested Eldarion. With a look of curiosity he moved forth toward the house, but as a man passed by he took the chance to ask. "Hey there, do you know who lives here?"He asked a person that went by, whom was about to head into the city of Osgiliath. The old man answered the prince, but surprised was to speak with the royal son."A woman with the name Moore, my lord."The prince listened, but in return said nothing and with few coins thanked him as he allowed him to continue.
With his attention turned toward the house again, he moved to see if anybody were at home. The knights that had followed dismounted, still waiting as safe they tried to keep the prince for any surprise attacks. The door to the house was open, thought without carrying Eldarion entered. There he saw a woman, whom seemed to admire the flowers in her garden. Surely she was beautiful, but was she the woman who lived there or was she someone else."Excuse me, are you the woman named Moore?"He asked, hoping not to scare her.
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Post by Moore on Aug 31, 2008 12:51:44 GMT -5
Her head swiftly turned to greet the visitor. Her piercing blue eyes, partly covered by her beautiful dark hair. She gently rose to her feet, showing her angelic figiure. As if analyzing for a long moment, she gracefully took several steps toward the prince. She had never seen him before. He was dressed, probably a soldier of note at the Minas Tirith. Her melodious voice spoke, tentatively, "Yes, sir, my name is Moore. How may I assist you on this morn?" The streaks of sunlight poked through the trees painting upon the lovely canvas of Moore's soft, flawless skin.
The prince's eyes couldn't help but admire the creature before him. Beautiful was an understatement. Not just in her magical body and face, but just the air of calm that she exhibited. How genuine she was, almost like innocence. She wore a long flowing white dress, with many thin, sheer layers. The outline of Moore's skin just barely seen through it.
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Post by Eldarion on Aug 31, 2008 13:19:26 GMT -5
"It is a pleasure to meet you Moore, I am Eldarion. Prince and hair of the Reunited Kingdom, son of Elesser and Arwen. I have come here to see how my people are doing, and I see that Osgiliath is crowded. Do you think you could answer some of my questions?"He spoke highly and with respect, wishing to know more about the people of Gondor and how they lived. As Eldarion presented himself, the knights that had followed stepped forward as well entered. With the whole house surrounded to make the prince safe, no one were allowed to enter or leave without permission. However Eldarion did not wish to harm anyone, he had come in peace and rather wanted to reward people then punish them.
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Post by Moore on Aug 31, 2008 13:26:37 GMT -5
Moore could see the loud movements of the soldiers surrounding the house. A large tinge of fear covered Moore's gorgeous face. She took a futile step backwards, nowhere to run. The heir of Gondor standing before her. She was powerless. She opened her lips slightly, but waited a long moment, still shrinking back from Eldarion. "I will help anyway." Her voice portrayed that confidence that she lacked in every other part of her. She was trapped. She could the movement outside her house at the steel armor of the soldiers clanked together. Her fear increased every second.
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Post by Eldarion on Aug 31, 2008 13:54:52 GMT -5
"Good." Eldarion said with a smile, seeing that she was shocked and scared by his surprise. He did not wish her to fear, cause dangerous he or his knights wasn't. It was only a matter of kindness that he had come, to make the people glad and happy by any aid he could give."Please don't fear me, I know I am a prince but I am still just a man. There is no need to worry, I or my knights wont hurt you."He continued, trying to make her relaxed as he could see her gorgeous face got more serious. In a short movement, Eldarion approached further to where she stood, looking around as he tried to find a place for them to sit and talk.
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Post by Moore on Aug 31, 2008 13:59:22 GMT -5
As the warrior took a step closer, Moore's sweet breath was sucked in, and she almost braced for an attack. She was totally powerless. She caught his cute eyes politely trying to avoid examining her body. This was strange to her, but somewhat put her at ease. She saw him glancing around the stone rooms, "There is a bench in the garden." She managed to say, still very much on edge. He was a very good looking man, well he was a prince. She was totally confused. The Heir to Gondor was standing in front of her.
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Post by Eldarion on Aug 31, 2008 14:08:54 GMT -5
"Very well, perhaps we could move over there to sit."Eldarion answered smiling, looking at her with great interest as he thought she was incredible beautiful. Never before had he seen anyone like her, nor had he expected to find a woman whom such pretty was in a village that he now had arrived. Curiously his gaze went across her body, but with respect as he wished not to disturb her. As he began to move over where she had addressed, his gaze slowly moved away and turned to focus on the appearance around. The knights still stood outside, but only to protect the prince. With a look back at the female, he waited for her to follow.
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Post by Moore on Aug 31, 2008 14:19:33 GMT -5
His masculine gaze upon her sensual figuire, calmed her down further, and she kinda sit down beside him on the marble bench. Politely close, but not touching. She blankly stared ahead, waiting for the prince to speak. His eyes explored her, she smiled ever so slightly, not fighting his strong stare. She wanted to hate it, but she loved it. Who else had the heir of Gondor stare at their body. She stayed silent for a long moment, before turning to meet his gaze. "How can I help you?'
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Post by Eldarion on Aug 31, 2008 14:31:56 GMT -5
With them both seated and ready to talk, Eldarion still watched the woman who he just had met in great interest. He was amazed to be with a woman like her, like an angel she looked and like a spell she had captured his eyes. As she spoke, he listened and in return he nodded with an answer."Well, I was wondering. How is it that you and a few people live outside the city of Osgiliath, is it true that it is overpopulated?"He asked, wondering what she would answer although waited calmly. The prince could see she was scared by his presence, but he hoped it would not last. Eldarion was not dangerous, he was a prince indeed but a kind prince.
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Post by Moore on Sept 1, 2008 1:25:30 GMT -5
"Overcrowded? I would not venture to say that. Our village is just out of reach from the frantic life of the city. We are like an oasis, shaded from the light of the populated world. We love it here. Most of the residents are older, often well-off individuals who no longer want or desire the fast paced life, but find pleasure in the shade of a tree and the smile of a friend." Still looking blankly into the distance. "I have tasted the city life, the life of a Gondorian woman. Often I wish to go back. It's like I'm an entirely different person when I'm here. It's not just like being yourself, it's like being another yourself." She pursed her lips slightly. "Ah, I'm sorry, it's hard to explain." She turned back into Eldarion's gaze. "Your presence, sir, somehow awakens a desire that has long been hidden in me. It's like I can remember all the wonderful things of Osgiliath and Gondor's people."
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Post by Eldarion on Sept 1, 2008 11:03:18 GMT -5
With a look of curiosity, Eldarion listened to every word that was spoken, as what she spoke was interesting. The rumors he had heard didn't seem to be true, if these people who lived outside the city only lived there to get peace and not cause the city was overcrowded, then there would be nothing to worry about. However the prince still wished to aid them in any way, if there was anything she or the people wanted he certainly would grant it. As she spoke finished, he could not help but smile."Don't worry, I understand."He answered kindly, gentle taking her hand in his as he still could see she was a bit afraid. Eldarion wished her to relax, cause nothing there was to worry about. He was a good prince and the people loved him for it, surely there was nothing to fear."Well what worries me is that if danger should appear, then your village would be an easy target for our enemies. I can not allow that to happen, other rumors tells that war has risen in north and I fear that more will come as my father warns me about. Tell me, what do you and your village need to feel safer? May I aid in any way to give you all a better life."
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Post by Moore on Sept 1, 2008 11:44:10 GMT -5
She slowly looked downward as he placed his rough fingers in hers. She slowly looked up to meet his eyes. "Safe? I have no idea of those matters good Prince. It would be such a waste to trouble myself and others over things that I have no control over." Her blazing blue eyes stared into his. Safety is myth that we choose to accept. And I choose it willingly, if it but bring a smile to the face of another. If I tell them that everything will be alright. Good Prince, I'm afraid that that matter is entirely up to you. I cannot offer aid." She looked away, her dark hair swinging over her face.
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Post by Eldarion on Sept 1, 2008 11:59:36 GMT -5
"Then I guess it is up to me and the nobles to decide what to do, although I am glad to hear your view upon this, you are a wise woman..that I can both see and hear. But please may I ask, would you like to dinner with me this evening in my palace at Minas Tirith?"Eldarion spoke and asked, hoping she would accept his request. She surely was beautiful and wise, which probably was one of the reasons to why he wished to see her again. With her help in understanding the people, he could figure more things of what to do. Still he held her hand, as he wished her still to look at him. She was a rare beauty, a woman that Eldarion had began to grow fond of. Perhaps by a few words spoken, he could easily change her status in the kingdom. It surely was needed for the people to have somebody in the palace that understood them, maybe she could become one of great importance.
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Post by Moore on Sept 1, 2008 12:18:03 GMT -5
She quickly stood to her feet and gently took several away from Eldarion, her beautifully curved backside turned to him. She really had no choice, you can't say no to a Prince. The two people inside began their war, the sweet innocent Moore tried to persuade her to stay, nothing can go wrong if you don't place yourself in the situation. Yes. No. The other side of Moore, the side she hadn't seen since this new Prince came into her life. The dashing, handsome, powerful, heir of Gondor had just asked her to dine with him. A slight sexy smile flashed across her face, still turned away. She slowly turned her beautiful body back around to face the Prince. "Yes, good sir. I would most enjoy dining with you tonight."
(You can make a new thread somewhere if you'd like)
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