Aelimur looked at Maen in suprise. "The military archives! Maen, forgive me, but this is madness! Elessar himself is probably the only Gondorian person or thing more guarded then here." Aelimur shook his head.
"So? We have to get in there, if we go without checking, we may miss out on very important details." replied Maen stubbernly.
Aelimur looked down as he thought. "I know it will be pointless to argue, but answer me this: How are we to get in?"
Maen looked at the others around her, "Well, we can figure that out with everyone. Two heads are better then one, they say!"
Aelimur sighed, "Alright."
Looking over to Ferethor to see his reaction, Aelimur could tell he still wanted to 'discuss' this further. Aelimur walked past Ferethor, pulling him over to a less crowded area.
"Ferethor, don't argue it too much. We are known too well as it is. Besides, we cannot disagree."
"And why not?!" Ferethor replied heatedly.
"For one thing, we will be left behind- failing our mission. For another thing, how bad can it get? And thirdly, well, we just can't! Think about it Ferethor, what other option do we have?" Aelimur asked, only semi-convincingly.
"Aelimur, you say this as a drunken man! You are overly excited! No, it does not seem as though there is another way, but there is. There must be. If we get caught Aelimur," Ferethor said warningly, "We will be killed. And even if we are not killed, our jobs will be taken from us, and our homes probably stolen. Aelimur, you can go; But I still need to talk to Maen a bit more about this."
Aelimur stood on the spot even after Ferethor turned, and walked over to where Maen was talking to the others. A drunken man! Me? Aelimur thought to himself for a moment. After rethinking his words though, he realized what a fool he sounded. Aelimur kicked himself for this, but he walked over to group none the less.
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