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Kiara · 12-09-2002, 11:09 AM

Completely undone by the frankness of Menelduliniel, Parin gaped. Quickly recovering her composure, but with less of the frigidity in her tone, she replied to the elf in a confiding manner:

"Truly, I do not even know if my brother is dead. Perhaps, as you say, heed should be given to the consequences of a vengeful action. You see, I am still rather young, and though I am "of age" by the estimation of my peoples, I am inexperienced and brash. Please forgive any slight I may have given you, and know that I am grateful for your display of confidence in me....so much so as to give your own story before I have given more than the barest hint of mine. As for me, my history is brief. I come from the land of Erebor where my kinfolk have been established since the victorious resolution of the Battle of Five Armies. Alas, after the war, the youngest of my siblings but me, Davin, my gentle, nimble-fingered brother, went with a party of three dwarves to investigate the disappearance of a shipment meant for the Lonely Mtn. He and the others never returned. It is from this history that I have derived such profound sorrow, and I fear I act and speak without thinking, my mind distracted as it is by the lack of resolution over these sad events. Your acquaintance and interest in my story does me great honor, and I thank you," with a curtsey, "I must on my way again. I have duties which call me back to the Shire where I have found solace in work under the innkeeper there, my kinsman, Dwarin Thunderhammer, do you know him?"

[ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: Kiara ]

12-09-2002, 11:09 AM	#30
Kiara Animated Skeleton Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: wish 'twere Ireland Posts: 50	Completely undone by the frankness of Menelduliniel, Parin gaped. Quickly recovering her composure, but with less of the frigidity in her tone, she replied to the elf in a confiding manner: "Truly, I do not even know if my brother is dead. Perhaps, as you say, heed should be given to the consequences of a vengeful action. You see, I am still rather young, and though I am "of age" by the estimation of my peoples, I am inexperienced and brash. Please forgive any slight I may have given you, and know that I am grateful for your display of confidence in me....so much so as to give your own story before I have given more than the barest hint of mine. As for me, my history is brief. I come from the land of Erebor where my kinfolk have been established since the victorious resolution of the Battle of Five Armies. Alas, after the war, the youngest of my siblings but me, Davin, my gentle, nimble-fingered brother, went with a party of three dwarves to investigate the disappearance of a shipment meant for the Lonely Mtn. He and the others never returned. It is from this history that I have derived such profound sorrow, and I fear I act and speak without thinking, my mind distracted as it is by the lack of resolution over these sad events. Your acquaintance and interest in my story does me great honor, and I thank you," with a curtsey, "I must on my way again. I have duties which call me back to the Shire where I have found solace in work under the innkeeper there, my kinsman, Dwarin Thunderhammer, do you know him?" [ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: Kiara ] __________________ "What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you dreamed, and what if, in your dream, you went to paradise and there plucked a beautiful flower...and what if when you awoke, you held that flower in your hand? Ah, what then?"