The two hobbits and the pony had not gone far from camp when misfortune once again caught them in its net. They had just come to a dense copse of tall shrubs to the northwest of where their group had stopped, when they heard a commotion behind them, and the frantic voice of Bird calling out both their names.
They withdrew into the tangle of shrubs and hidden, looked back from where they’d come. They could see nothing. But, harsh cries and garbled speech filled the air amid the sounds of bodies crashing through the underbrush. Peri’s head snapped up, ears forward as Midnight’s scream rent the air.
Leaving their packs well hidden in the dense shrubbery, they proceeded back along the small trail they had made. Olo gripped his cudgel firmly and followed behind Peri. In the lead was Holly. She had loosed the strap on her blade and knocked an arrow as she slipped quickly back towards camp . . .
[ December 05, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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