Cromthal dragged his sword off the floor.
"I am a healer you know. If we survive the next few moments, I'll have a look at that toe." He slipped silently across the floor with almost elven grace and stood between Rirrym and the door pressed aganst the wall as if to flatten himself there.
"Here" he handed Rirrym his carved oak staff. "Don't break your flute, if your going ot help me use this."
He held his sword up, gripping it tightly with both hands. His heart was pounding so hard that he was sure whatever it was outside could hear it. Briefly, he wondered if he should light the lamp, but decided against it. They were better off if the thing, whatever it was outside, did not know that they knew it was here.
[ February 12, 2003: Message edited by: Frodo Baggins ]
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