"Anarion, we must talk."
Anarion nearly jumped out of his skin, and reflected wryly that whoever had invented that little cliche had been pretty acurate.
Aldarion stood in front of him, a thin crease between his eyebrows revealing what lay behind his carefully smooth expression.
This could be bad.
(Oh. I have to get off, I'll finish this later, all right?)
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Anarion is going to be in trouble if he gave in to Lira and put that stuff in the stew. :)
You all are doing a very good job writing this together! Keep it up!!
~Perladiel
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