"Oi! Fid! Fid, you sheep-gut! Where are ya?" Snyd called, swaggering around and peering into the trees. Snyd kind of liked Fidrohir, and they got along pretty well, but sometimes…sometimes Snyd just didn't understand the man. He was gloomy at times, wrapped up in himself in a sad sort of way. Not the same as with Vlad and his moods, but still a sort of temperament. But now, Snyd was pretty sure he understood. They should slit the elf's throat after getting as much information out of him as they could and be done with it. It would save a lot of trouble for all of them, including the elf. Melost, or whatever. What he didn't understand was the sympathy from Khalad. He saw them talking, talking! Like over a cup of tea!
"Fid!"
There still was no answer. But then he heard the heaving breaths of sobbing. Sobbing? Who under Illuvatar…? Peeking out from behind a tree, Snyd stared in disbelief at the wretched form of Fid, slouched beneath a tree…and crying. "What are you doing Fid?" he said quietly, walking over to crouch in front of Fidrohir "Wha--" He cut off, unable to think of anything to say. Still, he thought that that was enough to let Fid know that Snyd…was confused! And I thought I understood the man, he thought. Again, it was just one of those moods. Snyd waited not too patiently, sitting down and then switching his position every few seconds, until Fid finally spoke. "What am I doing? What does it look like I'm doing? Weeping, like a fool."
"Ahw, come on, you're no fool. If you're weeping, you've most likely got reason to. And even if you don't… everyone's foolish at times, but that doesn't make them a fool." He paused for a moment, wondering whether he had gotten those words right. He remembered hearing that from someone before, but he had never had a very good memory. "What happened to ya? You were in good spirits a while back." He grinned. "Don't worry, you'll get a chance to stripe that pointy-ear's hide." He stopped again, and his grin faded as Fidrohir looked up at him with a face full of both sadness and anger, each fighting to gain control. What am I thinking! Fid could never be that foolish! "But…you wouldn't be all to pieces over that…so… You still haven't answered my question, and you know what I mean! What are you doing?"
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