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The Fifth · 10-06-2002, 11:05 PM

Taralquamegil looked a bit dissapointed now, and perhaps a little frustrated. Calad sat there on the bed, all bound up and tied so tightly that you could see just a few flecks of copper-red blood appearing through his white clothing onto the flaxen ropes. The light blue woolen cloak absorbed some of it. The healer stood up, and strode towards the other elf. He sat down next to him on the bed. "I shall have a mature conversation with you, then," he sighed. It sounded slightly fake. "Perhaps then you will be so bored that you will have to explain." He said the last part jokingly, but Calad glowered at him, not really getting the jest.

The sun flowed steadily into the room like a river of light. Anor, the fruit of Laurelin, shone in front of the window. However, Calad and Taralquamegil were in a shady part of the room which the Sun did not reach. The elves gave off a glow of their own, so it did not seem as dark. Taralquamegil's azure eyes were filled with patience, the opposite of Calad's treebark-colored eyes that were fierce and impatient, but the psychotic elf sat still. The healer spoke again in attempt to start conversation. "You had told me all about your life, and it is terrible indeed. But you should not let it ruin your whole life. It was very frightening, I am sure of that, but you must not dwell in the past. The world is changing, and not a single elf likes it, but they must get used to it; you must get used to the present, and perhaps look towards the future. Do you understand? Are you listening?"

Calad slowly nodded. He really was listening, this time, but he was distracted by the tight ropes. The healer spoke once more, noticing the elf squirming and making small sounds of displeasure. "Your ropes look very discomforting. If you promise not to go mad again, I shall unbound you." Calad nodded once, bobbing his head up and down. Taralquamegil reached towards him with a slender hand, pulling the cloak off, untying the ropes, and casting them into a careless pile in the opposite corner. However, the chains would be removed later, for only the guards had the keys. The healer would ask them to remove it once he left.

[ October 07, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]

10-06-2002, 11:05 PM	#115
The Fifth Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2002 Location: Mordor Posts: 427	Taralquamegil looked a bit dissapointed now, and perhaps a little frustrated. Calad sat there on the bed, all bound up and tied so tightly that you could see just a few flecks of copper-red blood appearing through his white clothing onto the flaxen ropes. The light blue woolen cloak absorbed some of it. The healer stood up, and strode towards the other elf. He sat down next to him on the bed. "I shall have a mature conversation with you, then," he sighed. It sounded slightly fake. "Perhaps then you will be so bored that you will have to explain." He said the last part jokingly, but Calad glowered at him, not really getting the jest. The sun flowed steadily into the room like a river of light. Anor, the fruit of Laurelin, shone in front of the window. However, Calad and Taralquamegil were in a shady part of the room which the Sun did not reach. The elves gave off a glow of their own, so it did not seem as dark. Taralquamegil's azure eyes were filled with patience, the opposite of Calad's treebark-colored eyes that were fierce and impatient, but the psychotic elf sat still. The healer spoke again in attempt to start conversation. "You had told me all about your life, and it is terrible indeed. But you should not let it ruin your whole life. It was very frightening, I am sure of that, but you must not dwell in the past. The world is changing, and not a single elf likes it, but they must get used to it; you must get used to the present, and perhaps look towards the future. Do you understand? Are you listening?" Calad slowly nodded. He really was listening, this time, but he was distracted by the tight ropes. The healer spoke once more, noticing the elf squirming and making small sounds of displeasure. "Your ropes look very discomforting. If you promise not to go mad again, I shall unbound you." Calad nodded once, bobbing his head up and down. Taralquamegil reached towards him with a slender hand, pulling the cloak off, untying the ropes, and casting them into a careless pile in the opposite corner. However, the chains would be removed later, for only the guards had the keys. The healer would ask them to remove it once he left. [ October 07, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ] __________________ - Ringwraith #5, Servant of the Eye