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mark12_30 · 10-27-2003, 05:26 AM

LinGalad blinked as Kalir dragged him towards the Entwife. He was grateful for the compassion, but felt guilty about leaving the fray.

He need not have worried. The Easterlings pressed them hard, and Kalir had to let go of LinGalad and resume fighting. LinGalad limped along, with his back to Kalir, and fought as best he could.

His elf-ears picked up several sounds that to the man were lost in the confusion. One, was the sound of an Easterling's voice standing over the body of the man LinGalad had killed. "Navru! Navru!" the soldier cried, rage mixed with grief; and then the grief turned to a revengeful battle cry. The Easterlings took it up, in their strange tongue, and LinGalad knew the battle was only going to get worse.

The other sound began as a low moan from the Entwife, but the sound grew 'til it resembled an old, sad tree groaning and creaking in a storm.

LinGalad understood, but could not comfort her now.

He fought on.

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10-27-2003, 05:26 AM	#123
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	LinGalad blinked as Kalir dragged him towards the Entwife. He was grateful for the compassion, but felt guilty about leaving the fray. He need not have worried. The Easterlings pressed them hard, and Kalir had to let go of LinGalad and resume fighting. LinGalad limped along, with his back to Kalir, and fought as best he could. His elf-ears picked up several sounds that to the man were lost in the confusion. One, was the sound of an Easterling's voice standing over the body of the man LinGalad had killed. "Navru! Navru!" the soldier cried, rage mixed with grief; and then the grief turned to a revengeful battle cry. The Easterlings took it up, in their strange tongue, and LinGalad knew the battle was only going to get worse. The other sound began as a low moan from the Entwife, but the sound grew 'til it resembled an old, sad tree groaning and creaking in a storm. LinGalad understood, but could not comfort her now. He fought on. [ October 27, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.