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Post by Anac Su-namun on Jan 19, 2005 9:19:22 GMT -5
Fegonil sat by the lake again, and Mearcós beside her drinking from the shallows. lifting her harp from her saddle bag and began to sing softly
My heart is in Lothlórien, my heart is not here; My heart is in Lothlórien when the lady is near; Looking at the starlight and chasing the moon, My heart’s in Lothlórien where ever I go. Farwell to Lothlórien, farewell to the North, The birthplace of valour, the country of worth; Wherever I wander wherever I roam, My hearts in Lothlórien the lands that I love.
she finished and rested her hand on Mearcós flank, he nudged her cheek aknowledging her touch, as if to say he knew what she was going through and he would protect her and get her home saftely after all they ahd been through.
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Post by Varda on Jan 28, 2005 17:21:59 GMT -5
"Here, have some bread." said Athanarfin after a silent pause. "I think that we can go a few more miles today before the night falls."
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Post by Anac Su-namun on Jan 29, 2005 5:04:03 GMT -5
2We must be careful that Yurk pac we escaped from a while back will still be behind us!" she swung onto mearcós back and nibbled at the lembas, it still tasted as fresh as the day they had taken it from Lórien
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Post by Varda on Jan 29, 2005 13:55:15 GMT -5
"Yes," said Athanarfin, "that is why we must continue." Athan slashed some water on his face once more and then climbed onto his horse. "Ready?" he asked.
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Post by Anac Su-namun on Jan 31, 2005 10:41:49 GMT -5
"Yes" she replied a little sadly, and spurred mearcós into a gallop, "Norro lim Mearcós norro lim" it would be a long time beofr ethey reached the safty of home.
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Post by Varda on Feb 9, 2005 16:01:54 GMT -5
Athanarfin looked nervously around as he galloped right behind Fegonil. It was quiet, too quiet. He could feel the tension, the world was waiting for something, but what?
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Post by Anac Su-namun on Feb 10, 2005 2:31:11 GMT -5
"Nad no emnas!" fegonil wispered suddenly raisng her hand the other sliding to her sword.
the whole scene went straight to hell an orc patrol exploded out of the side of the path swarming before them. Mearcós reared and kicked out with his powerful front legs knocking over several orcs as Fegonil slid of his back and assumed a fighting stance.
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Post by Varda on Feb 10, 2005 17:31:25 GMT -5
[What the bloody hell? That kinda came out a nowhere, oh well. Lol!]
"Gurth gothrim lye!" shouted Athan. He too dismounted his horse. He took out his sword and slashed an orc in the throat. Black blood flowed out as the orc lay choking on the ashen ground.
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Post by Anac Su-namun on Feb 11, 2005 2:57:53 GMT -5
Fegonil moved quickly and with a series of quick stabbing motions cut off the head of the orc closest orc.
She wirled around and kicked out at the orc behind her.
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Post by Varda on Feb 11, 2005 16:47:03 GMT -5
Athan was now weilding two of his small knives, slashing this way and that. His arms doing an intricate ballet. Soon, the ground around them was covered with orcs, but more kept on coming. Sweat was pouring over Athan's face, but his eyes were set. He was not going to let down his guard until each and every orc here lay at his feet.
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Post by Anac Su-namun on Feb 14, 2005 2:59:39 GMT -5
FEgonil made a short stabbing motion and another orc fell dead. she had moved to killa nother when she saw a large nd particularly ugly orc move up behind Athan, she flipped behind the creature and killed it instanlt with a stabbing action to the back of the throat.
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Post by Varda on Feb 15, 2005 0:18:15 GMT -5
"Thanks." said Athanarfin as he killed another orc.
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Post by Anac Su-namun on Feb 15, 2005 8:00:22 GMT -5
With a crash like thunder the rest of the orcs took off into the brush.
"What in mordor was that?" Fegonil asked loosing her bow from her back ad fitting an arrow.
Another crash like thunder and they looked in the direction of the noise. It was geting closer...
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Post by Varda on Feb 16, 2005 0:12:34 GMT -5
"What would scare the orcs?" asked Athan. He felt a cold chill as he turned to face whatever was making the crashings.
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Post by Anac Su-namun on Feb 16, 2005 8:39:16 GMT -5
A foul smell invaded their nostrils and Fegonil fought hard not to gag.
The brush trembeled before them and crashed aside as a troll in full helm and body armour smashed it's way towards them!
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