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Menel's conerns..
Menel had kept silent since the decision to travel to the downs, wrestling with his own inner thoughts and doubts. During most of the walk he had kept his head down, and watched his feet shuffle along to the pace set by the shaft of his spear tapping the ground.
Although Menel thought better of bringing the hobbit boy on this journey, that might well be the end of few--or all-- he grinned at the over ruling of Master Ferny's decisions, and the authority of Calimir on the matter.
He now approached the hobbit with a warm smile on his face, and his blue-green eyes glinted with an elvish twinkle. "Well lad," he said in a friendly tone,"I was once a boy myself, although many hundreds of years ago, and I can tell you right now you may watch the ponies for ten minutes before the spirit of adventure overcomes you, and then you shall set out trying to follow the rest of us. You must resist!"
The elf grinned as he spoke, peering into the young adventurer's eyes. "But," he added while drawing his voice to a whisper, which Andy scarcely heard," I know well the way of things, having lived here a long while. And who is to tell where valour may be found, ere all is finished. So tell me, tell not show, do you carry any sort of weapon? A pocket knife, a sling praps?"
The eye's of the scout narrowed as he said this, and he glanced quickly in the direction of the Downs before returning his gaze to the hobbit near him.
</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 4/17/01 12:45:29 pm
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