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Re: An unfortunate Dunlending
Ulfwine was no coward, and at first thought of fighting back. Unbeknownst to his captors, his blindfold had slipped, and he could clearly see them. He quickly started to think of a plan of escaping and returning to camp. Then he remembered his chief's words, mocking his caution and setting him up to be the fool. He bitterly answered the stranger.
"I am Ulfwine of Dunland, following my chief, who is in the service of the Wizard, Saruman. My chief's name is Borleg, and he is a fool. He believes he is safe, and yet here you are, right outside the camp!" He glanced, first at one figure, then the next, and angrily continued. "I can only assume you are riders of Rohan, sent here to spy on our movements. I cannot tell you any more than what I have, because I am but a lowly scouter troop, not even fit for the main body. I assume you will kill me, to prevent my escape, and good riddance. I never wanted to fight in this war; I have no quarrel with Rohan! Now I will never see my home again, and the sooner you get on with it, the better. However, if you spare me, I swear on the home of my father that I will do anything I can to aid you."
One of the figures turned to the other and murmered "How good is the word of a Dunlending? I say kill him and be done. He is useless to us."
Ulfwine smiled grimly, and steeled himself to death. His mind drifted to the home of his youth, and to his family.
Goodbye, my family, I will see you in the life after.
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Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000054>Steadfas tSam</A> at: 8/15/01 4:25:36 pm