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piosenniel · 12-07-2002, 12:21 AM

‘It’s cold.’ he thought. ‘Or it should be, I suppose.’ He looked up at the grey skies and felt the hard ground beneath him. The snowy crust he lay on had melted and its wetness began to seep through his cloak and clothes. His left shoulder ached where the dog’s body had hit him, and a sharp pain coursed through it as he tried to move now. He gasped, trying desperately to sit up. His head throbbed from the impact it had endured when he fell.

‘No use!’ he murmured to himself, his eyes fluttering closed, as he laid back down. ‘I’ll just lie here, for just a moment . . . I’m so tired . . . so very tired . . .’

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It seemed a long time he lay there. Then came the words from somewhere above him. 'I know that voice.' he said, forcing his eyes to open and focus on the Hobbit which had now knelt down beside him.

'Hal! That's who it is!

The trip back to where Branda and the other Hobbits were was a painful one. His head ached, and a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder with each step. Helped into the wagon, his eyes fell on the still form of Emerald and he gasped when he saw her still, white form, barely breathing.

'No!' he cried.

His last thoughts, as he felt himself tucked into the shelter of the wagon, were that he must tell Branda just to stabilize his collarbone with his belt.

Then darkness took him once again . . .

[ December 07, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

12-07-2002, 12:21 AM	#85
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘It’s cold.’ he thought. ‘Or it should be, I suppose.’ He looked up at the grey skies and felt the hard ground beneath him. The snowy crust he lay on had melted and its wetness began to seep through his cloak and clothes. His left shoulder ached where the dog’s body had hit him, and a sharp pain coursed through it as he tried to move now. He gasped, trying desperately to sit up. His head throbbed from the impact it had endured when he fell. ‘No use!’ he murmured to himself, his eyes fluttering closed, as he laid back down. ‘I’ll just lie here, for just a moment . . . I’m so tired . . . so very tired . . .’ ************************************************ ****** It seemed a long time he lay there. Then came the words from somewhere above him. 'I know that voice.' he said, forcing his eyes to open and focus on the Hobbit which had now knelt down beside him. 'Hal! That's who it is! The trip back to where Branda and the other Hobbits were was a painful one. His head ached, and a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder with each step. Helped into the wagon, his eyes fell on the still form of Emerald and he gasped when he saw her still, white form, barely breathing. 'No!' he cried. His last thoughts, as he felt himself tucked into the shelter of the wagon, were that he must tell Branda just to stabilize his collarbone with his belt. Then darkness took him once again . . . [ December 07, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.