Nitir stood poised by the front of the house, her sword in one hand and dagger in another. She had pulled the table in front of the doorpost, hoping to block any unwanted intruders. Her mind ran back to Bilbo's tales. She thought she remembered that there were no invaders in the city itself until the great North Gate fell, and this would not happen for several hours. But she was not about to put her trust in an old tale alone. So she stood in front of the door with two weapons in hand, her heart beating fiercely.
[ August 08, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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