The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum - View Single Post

Earendil Halfelven · 06-09-2003, 04:56 PM

"Why don't you go join the others in their laughter?" Turthôl said as he let go of Rangar's ear and shoved him out the door.

"And what are you going to do up here?" Rangar asked.

"Burn these confounded clothes, like I already said," he replied.

"Well, you don't have to be so pushy about it," Rangar said. He closed the door and left.

Turthôl stirred up the fire in the room and prepared to burn the clothes. He couldn't believe he had actually worn these. Somehow, Wren had convinced him to put them on. Now he knew why she wanted him to come with her-for a good laugh. He shook his head-never again. He had never been so embarrased before. Even if it was such a little thing, it was still embarrasing.

Just as he was about to throw them in, he heard somebody downstairs say," He's WHAT?"
Then, he heard loud footsteps come stomping upstairs. The door burst open, and Wren stood there.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GIVE ME THOSE CLOTHES!" she said. She ran over and grabbed them out of his hands. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR GOING TO BURN THESE CLOTHES! THEY AREN'T EVEN YOURS!"

"Take them then. I don't want them," Turthôl said.

"For your information, they're my father's old clothes."

"What kind of pipeweed was your dad father smoking when he bought those?" Turthôl asked.

"That is just like you, Turthôl! You are so ungrateful," Wren said.

"Whatever," he said as he started to head downstairs.

"You know, I have a mind to report you to the soldiers," she said jokingly.

"About what?" Turthôl demanded.

"Oh, you know. After they arrest you, they'll take you to Dol Amroth for..."she froze. The look Turthôl gave her made a chill run down her back.

"If you ever mention that to me or anyone else, I'll..."he said in a whisper. He didn't bother to finish. He turned and went downstairs, leaving Wren in silent shock.

[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ]

[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ]

06-09-2003, 04:56 PM	#182
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	"Why don't you go join the others in their laughter?" Turthôl said as he let go of Rangar's ear and shoved him out the door. "And what are you going to do up here?" Rangar asked. "Burn these confounded clothes, like I already said," he replied. "Well, you don't have to be so pushy about it," Rangar said. He closed the door and left. Turthôl stirred up the fire in the room and prepared to burn the clothes. He couldn't believe he had actually worn these. Somehow, Wren had convinced him to put them on. Now he knew why she wanted him to come with her-for a good laugh. He shook his head-never again. He had never been so embarrased before. Even if it was such a little thing, it was still embarrasing. Just as he was about to throw them in, he heard somebody downstairs say," He's WHAT?" Then, he heard loud footsteps come stomping upstairs. The door burst open, and Wren stood there. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GIVE ME THOSE CLOTHES!" she said. She ran over and grabbed them out of his hands. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR GOING TO BURN THESE CLOTHES! THEY AREN'T EVEN YOURS!" "Take them then. I don't want them," Turthôl said. "For your information, they're my father's old clothes." "What kind of pipeweed was your dad father smoking when he bought those?" Turthôl asked. "That is just like you, Turthôl! You are so ungrateful," Wren said. "Whatever," he said as he started to head downstairs. "You know, I have a mind to report you to the soldiers," she said jokingly. "About what?" Turthôl demanded. "Oh, you know. After they arrest you, they'll take you to Dol Amroth for..."she froze. The look Turthôl gave her made a chill run down her back. "If you ever mention that to me or anyone else, I'll..."he said in a whisper. He didn't bother to finish. He turned and went downstairs, leaving Wren in silent shock. [ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ] [ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ] __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.