[Arvedui III]

Yesh, sorry. I'm an overly large, lazy hobbit, which would probably explain why I'm playing a secondary character. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Anyway, here is a post 2.0

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A blast of cold air swept over the deceptively sunny landscape of Lebennin. A man stepped out of his house on the edge of an agreeably small town in time to see a small stocky figure in a brown cloak heading toward the pale riverbed below. "Right on time." He muttered, and ran to the man now struggling with a little boat. "Galn, Galn" the man called to the figure who in turn looked up. "Thurin, not now please." The figure called Galn said as curtly as possible while trying hard to shove the boat into the river. "I know you had a letter." Said the man called Thurin as though this proved Galn had done something terrible. "Good for you, um, is there something incredibly important going on, or did you come down at this hour to tell me I got a letter?"

Said Galn between clenched teeth, his green eyes flashing as he forced all of his might into shoving the boat out of the sandy bank. "Well," said Thurin embarrassed, "well, you know. Since you're the one with all the news, I thought," At this Galn chuckled. "Look, help me with the boat and I'll tell you what the letter said." "Really?" Said Thurin breathlessly, and then he also began struggling with the boat. Suddenly, it slid gently into the already icy water and both men fell forward into the sand.

"Hope your well, much love, mother." "Huh?" Mumbled Thurin, shaking the silt out of his hair. "That's what the letter said." Said Galn laughing, a broad grin visible on his sand plastered face. Then, picking himself up gingerly he said,"Errand rider brought me it on his way to Pelargir." "Oh." Thurin muttered dejectedly, now also getting up. Thurin was like many in this town, eager for any word from the great city, and too concerned with pigs and ale to know what it might mean. Galn was different, though. He sighed, "Look, if you want to know, the city's getting worried." "About what?" "Mordor" said Galn darkly, now lowering his voice. "They think, I dunno, but things are getting strange. That's all" and Galn hopped in his boat, eager to fish away the idea of the black land that was becoming all too real. "I'm more worried about Umbar, you know Nin's cousin got kidnaped." Thurin added. "Umbar won't do anything but kidnap unless Mordor does something. Just stay away from the coast and you'll be fine."

Galn called, the hard winds already taking his boat away from shore. "Um, bet your cabin isn't feeling half so cozy now a real winter's setting in." Said Thurin, keen on prolonging the conversation. Galn put his hood back up, concealing a smile. "I'll manage," was the last thing Thurin heard as the little boat spead up the icy river. Still, he called back, "You're daft, you know. That boat will break, if not today, then sometime soon. You should stay home." And as Thurin headed back home to catch a little more sleep before he had to check on his field, he felt inwardly proud he knew something that Galn didn't. A storm was coming.
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Hope that's better.