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Child of the 7th Age · 06-04-2003, 10:25 PM

Bitter tears streamed down Elentari's face as she slowly trudged at the front of the column, leading her companions back towards camp. This was a hard loss to bear. The company of the Dragon had not yet reached the foothills of the Blue Mountains or challenged the great wyrm in his lair, yet one of their number was already taken from them. Ever gentle hearted, Elentari wept silently and swore to strike down the great winged beast who had brought them on this lonely chase. Were it not for the ravages of the cold-drake, Merenwen would never have joined their group or met such a tragic end.

The Elves Selven and Lostlondwen brought up the rear of the column, bearing Merenwen on a simple sledge made of a piece of canvas strung between two slender tree branches. They carefully maneuvered the sledge over the rocky paths of the forest and brought it near the smouldering embers of their campfire. Then they gently removed Merenwen's body, while the women in the company cleansed her wounds with the cold water of a nearby spring and bound her in a fine linen cloth which Elrond had given to Elentari, knowing in his heart that such a thing might be needed. And they set her on a bier of honor that they constructed from the softest moss and ferns, and one of their number agreed to guard over her body so that no harm would come to it.

The companions gathered on the ground around the campfire, waiting for Elentari to say what they should do. And she collected them close together, as a mother does to her babes, and said they would stay here for the night and spend tomorrow constructing a barrow for the fallen Elf and saying their goodbyes to her. And after that, the next morning, they would rise early and leave this place, journeying quickly westward again. For the only fitting memorial to the valiant Merenwen would be to vanquish the evil Glawr and free the captives that he held. One by one, they retired to their beds--Elves, Men, and Dwarves. Their hearts were heavy with sorrow as they silently wondered what tomorrow would bring, and grieved long for the loss of their friend.

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06-04-2003, 10:25 PM	#17
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Bitter tears streamed down Elentari's face as she slowly trudged at the front of the column, leading her companions back towards camp. This was a hard loss to bear. The company of the Dragon had not yet reached the foothills of the Blue Mountains or challenged the great wyrm in his lair, yet one of their number was already taken from them. Ever gentle hearted, Elentari wept silently and swore to strike down the great winged beast who had brought them on this lonely chase. Were it not for the ravages of the cold-drake, Merenwen would never have joined their group or met such a tragic end. The Elves Selven and Lostlondwen brought up the rear of the column, bearing Merenwen on a simple sledge made of a piece of canvas strung between two slender tree branches. They carefully maneuvered the sledge over the rocky paths of the forest and brought it near the smouldering embers of their campfire. Then they gently removed Merenwen's body, while the women in the company cleansed her wounds with the cold water of a nearby spring and bound her in a fine linen cloth which Elrond had given to Elentari, knowing in his heart that such a thing might be needed. And they set her on a bier of honor that they constructed from the softest moss and ferns, and one of their number agreed to guard over her body so that no harm would come to it. The companions gathered on the ground around the campfire, waiting for Elentari to say what they should do. And she collected them close together, as a mother does to her babes, and said they would stay here for the night and spend tomorrow constructing a barrow for the fallen Elf and saying their goodbyes to her. And after that, the next morning, they would rise early and leave this place, journeying quickly westward again. For the only fitting memorial to the valiant Merenwen would be to vanquish the evil Glawr and free the captives that he held. One by one, they retired to their beds--Elves, Men, and Dwarves. Their hearts were heavy with sorrow as they silently wondered what tomorrow would bring, and grieved long for the loss of their friend. [ June 05, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.