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There was a small noise behind her and she turned around. Roryn was standing there with the smallest of grins on his face. His eyes darted fractionally from side to side before resting on Maen. "I managed toi distract the librarian, he should not realise I'm gone for a long time." He smiled..."It is good you have found the scroll." I'll stand watch, to alert you if the guards come. You must make good your escape if that happens." She nodded. Roryn turned away, and as he passed Crystal he gave her a flinchingly exasperated look, that seemed to sya a lot...Stop fighting...Ferethor is not your enemy...
He stood by the door, his ear pressed close to it. Occasionally he heard the footstep sounds of people coming and going from the library, no guards however, no clanking of metal. He smiled, perhaps they would get away with this after all. He looked back at Crystal and saw he glance at him, she flashed him a glowering look and he muttered Impetuous youngster. He saw her eyes dart briefly to Atharen and then back again, and he cursed inwardly. He shrugged and returned to the door...If that is what she has chosen...though Atharen could well be the death of her.... He remembered the young ranger that Atharen had been and smiled, brave and rash...some things never change...
Roryn removed his ear from the door and picked a scroll off the shelves. He opened it and smoothed the dust off the parchment. He looked at it, intrigued.
I, Isildur, and the finging of the ring of power.
It has come to me, the one ring...
He read on a little...
It shall be an heirloom of my kingdom, and all my descendants shall be bound by its fate. It is...precious to me...
His eyes widened fractionally...
The writing round the band, though once as clear as fire has faded, a secret now that only fire can tell...
There were then two lines of elaborate elvish...Roryn shook his head and replaced the scroll on the shelf...
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