Bebberyn, captain of the Guards had ridden hard on the road out of the city. More and more blood trickeld out of the open wound on his chest, his Blue and Silver attire now a sickly shade of maroon. He was loosing too much blood.
Bebberyn slowed Avanti a little. "the city" he said, "the prince, no the prince was not here. All is well. What am i saying, the city is invaded. I must get to Minas Tirith." he swayed on Avanti and fell unconscious onto the ground.
[ February 21, 2003: Message edited by: Everdawn ]
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"Athena, stepping up behind him, visible to no one but Achillies, gripped his red-gold hair. Startled he made a half turn, and he knew her upon the instant for Athena." ~The Iliad~
~My lord, Éomer~
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