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Child of the 7th Age · 06-11-2002, 05:26 PM

Child's natural reaction in most situations would have been to point to the bottle, poke Rose in the ribs, and tease her unmercifully about it. However, she did none of these things.

She looked at Rose and said "That was a wise idea. We may all have need of such help before this story ends. Guard it carefully so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands."

Just at that instant, there was a loud crash and the ceiling came crashing down with two Elves, Rosseil and her friend, clinging to each other.

Between them was a sword with runes along its hilt. It glowed steadily, but not with any light that mortal or Elvish eye would care to see. Dark and forbidding, it clattered to the floor, leaving an unearthly silence in its wake.

Child bent down to inspect it. She shook her head; yes, this is it. The sword of Anguirel.

The two Elves looked back up at the ceiling. They almost looked guilty.

"Look you two, is there something else up there," demanded Rose.

There was no answer, but suddenly they heard sounds, as if some person were bound and struggling. A light voice, an Elven voice, but filled with pain.

"We saw nothing of this sort" Rossei procaimed. "All was quiet when we were there, but we could not see far, since we had no light"

"Help me" Rose cried. With unaccustomed bravery, the little hobbit was crawling into the space above the false ceiling.

"There is a beautiful Elven woman here, who has been asleep, just as we slept when we first came to this ship. "She is bound, and shows many signs of having struggled against her captors."

Rose untied the unknown woman and helped her down to the floor.

Child came forward to stare transfixed at the Elf......golden hair, the ring of marriage upon her finger, a gold sparkle-brilliance on her face, beauty untold.

This creature of beauty moaned: "Tuor, Tuor, he has seized me from our great ship Earrame which was docked off of Eldamar, and I can not get back."

Child sank to her knees stunned. Elves did not get kidnapped off the shores of the Blessed West. It was impossible for man to even find these shores. The very fabric of the world must have been torn for such an injustice to occur.

Child was shaking. She placed her arm about the waist of the beautiful lady, for this was how high she could reach on a being of such magnitude. She turned to her companions, "I am a scholar of the ancient lore, and this is the Elf Idril--Celebrindal, Silver-foot."

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06-11-2002, 05:26 PM	#204
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Child's natural reaction in most situations would have been to point to the bottle, poke Rose in the ribs, and tease her unmercifully about it. However, she did none of these things. She looked at Rose and said "That was a wise idea. We may all have need of such help before this story ends. Guard it carefully so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands." Just at that instant, there was a loud crash and the ceiling came crashing down with two Elves, Rosseil and her friend, clinging to each other. Between them was a sword with runes along its hilt. It glowed steadily, but not with any light that mortal or Elvish eye would care to see. Dark and forbidding, it clattered to the floor, leaving an unearthly silence in its wake. Child bent down to inspect it. She shook her head; yes, this is it. The sword of Anguirel. The two Elves looked back up at the ceiling. They almost looked guilty. "Look you two, is there something else up there," demanded Rose. There was no answer, but suddenly they heard sounds, as if some person were bound and struggling. A light voice, an Elven voice, but filled with pain. "We saw nothing of this sort" Rossei procaimed. "All was quiet when we were there, but we could not see far, since we had no light" "Help me" Rose cried. With unaccustomed bravery, the little hobbit was crawling into the space above the false ceiling. "There is a beautiful Elven woman here, who has been asleep, just as we slept when we first came to this ship. "She is bound, and shows many signs of having struggled against her captors." Rose untied the unknown woman and helped her down to the floor. Child came forward to stare transfixed at the Elf......golden hair, the ring of marriage upon her finger, a gold sparkle-brilliance on her face, beauty untold. This creature of beauty moaned: "Tuor, Tuor, he has seized me from our great ship Earrame which was docked off of Eldamar, and I can not get back." Child sank to her knees stunned. Elves did not get kidnapped off the shores of the Blessed West. It was impossible for man to even find these shores. The very fabric of the world must have been torn for such an injustice to occur. Child was shaking. She placed her arm about the waist of the beautiful lady, for this was how high she could reach on a being of such magnitude. She turned to her companions, "I am a scholar of the ancient lore, and this is the Elf Idril--Celebrindal, Silver-foot." [ June 11, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.