Aietmen hesitated for only a moment before stepping into the lantern light. He looked pleadingly up into the woman's eyes. She's afraid!
One small hobbit boy stood trembling before Aman. He was frightened, but his blue eyes laughed. He was defiant, yet somehow not threaghtening. Though dressed in rags, he was not a creature to be pitied.
"Y-you don't understand..." Quickly Aietmen recovered. "I'm not a theif!" He shouted, eyeing her weapon. What now? She is not heartless, surely.
"She needs help!" He pointed to Rosie, who was still sleeping as if she would never wake. "That's Rosemary Brandybuck, and she needs to go home."
[ July 08, 2003: Message edited by: Kates Frodo Temp ]
[ July 08, 2003: Message edited by: Kates Frodo Temp ]
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I yessessė Eru ontanė Menel ar Cemen. Genesis 1:1
Sign my lighter, Meela?
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