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Child of the 7th Age · 07-10-2003, 01:08 PM

Elven Maiden Earwen's post:

Bows are no more use here Alcyávëiel thought scolding herself on her choice of weapons. The only other weapon Alcyávëiel had was her pruning sickle, and you couldn’t count that as a real weapon anyways. All she could do was shoot arrows at him to distract the dragon. She watched Rowan fly backwards, but she could go see to him because the dragon was between them. The dragon now faced Rowan. She had to do something.

Alcyávëiel grabbed her sickles a hit the dragon with them as hard as she could. They snapped into many pieces. She had no weapon now and the dragon was heading towards her. He raised her up so she was looking at his face. In this moment she knew that she was going to die. The wyrm seemed intent on getting rid of her. She felt herself being flung across the cavern. She heard the cracking of bones and all was dark for a while.

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Rowan stood stunned. Alcyávëiel had saved his life. He heard the cracking of bones and he cringed. Time seemed to stop for a moment as the company stood in horror. First Nalin, now Alcyávëiel. The dragon turned around and the company continued fighting, but Rowan didn’t. He had to see to Alcyávëiel. He owed it to her, because if she had gotten hurt it would have been Rowan. He would have died.

“Alcyávëiel can you hear me?” Rowan asked shaking her gently. She stirred and she opened her eyes.

“Rowan” she said. Her breathing was going ragged.

“Tell my husband to meet me in the halls of Mandos” she continued, her voice wavering. One single tear rolled silently down her check and she closed her eyes. And never again was Alcyávëiel ever seen by a mortal soul. Never again was she to return home to Mirkwood nor to her winery.

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A roar from the dragon brought Rowan back to earth. The dragon was still alive. Rowan rose his sword in the air. That was when he noticed that the dragon had walked simply through the wall. Rowan could make out a figure crying over another.

“Lostlondwen! Look out!” He cried but it was too late. In seconds she was laying next to the other figure.

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[ July 11, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

07-10-2003, 01:08 PM	#33
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Elven Maiden Earwen's post: Bows are no more use here Alcyávëiel thought scolding herself on her choice of weapons. The only other weapon Alcyávëiel had was her pruning sickle, and you couldn’t count that as a real weapon anyways. All she could do was shoot arrows at him to distract the dragon. She watched Rowan fly backwards, but she could go see to him because the dragon was between them. The dragon now faced Rowan. She had to do something. Alcyávëiel grabbed her sickles a hit the dragon with them as hard as she could. They snapped into many pieces. She had no weapon now and the dragon was heading towards her. He raised her up so she was looking at his face. In this moment she knew that she was going to die. The wyrm seemed intent on getting rid of her. She felt herself being flung across the cavern. She heard the cracking of bones and all was dark for a while. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Rowan stood stunned. Alcyávëiel had saved his life. He heard the cracking of bones and he cringed. Time seemed to stop for a moment as the company stood in horror. First Nalin, now Alcyávëiel. The dragon turned around and the company continued fighting, but Rowan didn’t. He had to see to Alcyávëiel. He owed it to her, because if she had gotten hurt it would have been Rowan. He would have died. “Alcyávëiel can you hear me?” Rowan asked shaking her gently. She stirred and she opened her eyes. “Rowan” she said. Her breathing was going ragged. “Tell my husband to meet me in the halls of Mandos” she continued, her voice wavering. One single tear rolled silently down her check and she closed her eyes. And never again was Alcyávëiel ever seen by a mortal soul. Never again was she to return home to Mirkwood nor to her winery. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ A roar from the dragon brought Rowan back to earth. The dragon was still alive. Rowan rose his sword in the air. That was when he noticed that the dragon had walked simply through the wall. Rowan could make out a figure crying over another. “Lostlondwen! Look out!” He cried but it was too late. In seconds she was laying next to the other figure. ~~~~~~~~~~~ [ July 11, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.