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Earendil Halfelven · 05-06-2003, 06:47 PM

"Thats quite a sword. It bears the look of Elven smiths, but the lack of Elven characters tells another tale." Turthôl said.

He had been listening in on the group from the outside. He didn't want to interrupt, unless they chose a completely stupid path. They had chosen going south, which was fine with him. He had listened to each one input their opinion. He was surprised that Wren had so much knowledge of the area. He had guessed that her knowledge would lie in the paths in Gondor and Rohan, not the north. From what he had observed, this was her first time up here.

The sword had really caught his eye. He was surprised at how well she handled it. I guess she took lessons or something, he thought.

"My family's private smith forged this. Its custom made for me," she replied.

He had watched her in battle. He felt that it was his responsibility to watch over the "greenies" of battle. He was glad that they weren't so "green" after all. He saw her slay her first man in the battle, and how she had reacted to it.

"This was your first time to wield it in battle?" he said. He already knew the answer, but it was for the sake of the conversation.

"Yes," was all she said. She looked at the sword. There was some crusted blood on the little rose symbol on the hilt. She rubbed at it with her finger.

Turthôl looked at her clothes and the blood stains on it. By the look of it she had killed more than one man, which he had already guessed.

"Well, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the way I acted back in Bree. I didn't mean to come off like that. Its just that after..." he stopped himself.

"What?" Wren asked.

"Nothing," he said. He didn't want to tell her about what had happened years ago. He had almost told her back in Bree, he remembered. Something about her made him just feel as if he could talk about things around her.

She looked at him with a look of disbelief. She obviously knew there was something that he had almost told her, but he had stopped himself.

Turthôl thought quickly for something to say. "Umm...good fighting. You could use a little work, but it wasn't bad for your first time." He hoped that she wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"Well then, I'll say goodnight, my lady," he said as he added a bow. He laughed at the joke. It was an inside joke from when they were in Bree.

He went off in search of some wood to keep the fire going, but mainly to scout the area for anything else. He was going to be gone for a few hours. That would give him enough time to scout the area, and to think about things.

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05-06-2003, 06:47 PM	#70
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	"Thats quite a sword. It bears the look of Elven smiths, but the lack of Elven characters tells another tale." Turthôl said. He had been listening in on the group from the outside. He didn't want to interrupt, unless they chose a completely stupid path. They had chosen going south, which was fine with him. He had listened to each one input their opinion. He was surprised that Wren had so much knowledge of the area. He had guessed that her knowledge would lie in the paths in Gondor and Rohan, not the north. From what he had observed, this was her first time up here. The sword had really caught his eye. He was surprised at how well she handled it. I guess she took lessons or something, he thought. "My family's private smith forged this. Its custom made for me," she replied. He had watched her in battle. He felt that it was his responsibility to watch over the "greenies" of battle. He was glad that they weren't so "green" after all. He saw her slay her first man in the battle, and how she had reacted to it. "This was your first time to wield it in battle?" he said. He already knew the answer, but it was for the sake of the conversation. "Yes," was all she said. She looked at the sword. There was some crusted blood on the little rose symbol on the hilt. She rubbed at it with her finger. Turthôl looked at her clothes and the blood stains on it. By the look of it she had killed more than one man, which he had already guessed. "Well, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the way I acted back in Bree. I didn't mean to come off like that. Its just that after..." he stopped himself. "What?" Wren asked. "Nothing," he said. He didn't want to tell her about what had happened years ago. He had almost told her back in Bree, he remembered. Something about her made him just feel as if he could talk about things around her. She looked at him with a look of disbelief. She obviously knew there was something that he had almost told her, but he had stopped himself. Turthôl thought quickly for something to say. "Umm...good fighting. You could use a little work, but it wasn't bad for your first time." He hoped that she wouldn't take it the wrong way. "Well then, I'll say goodnight, my lady," he said as he added a bow. He laughed at the joke. It was an inside joke from when they were in Bree. He went off in search of some wood to keep the fire going, but mainly to scout the area for anything else. He was going to be gone for a few hours. That would give him enough time to scout the area, and to think about things. [ May 06, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ] [ May 06, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ] __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.