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Nilpaurion Felagund · 03-15-2004, 11:33 PM

Flói shivered. The wind in this place was cold, damp and heavy, which reminds him of the basement back on his home. But it wasn't the cold that chilled his heart.

He turned to his companions. Everyone's eyes was on the spot where the Elf – or so it seemed – shot the arrow. He could see nothing in their eyes, but somehow he knew what they felt was not different from what he feels.

We should have turned back.

Nay, he thought, this is a counsel of despair. He looked more closely at the eyes. Cold, but not the chill of fear. It's as if they ae all tensed for a strike against the Elves.

03-15-2004, 11:33 PM	#104
Nilpaurion Felagund Scion of The Faithful Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines] Posts: 5,312	Flói Flói shivered. The wind in this place was cold, damp and heavy, which reminds him of the basement back on his home. But it wasn't the cold that chilled his heart. He turned to his companions. Everyone's eyes was on the spot where the Elf – or so it seemed – shot the arrow. He could see nothing in their eyes, but somehow he knew what they felt was not different from what he feels. We should have turned back. Nay, he thought, this is a counsel of despair. He looked more closely at the eyes. Cold, but not the chill of fear. It's as if they ae all tensed for a strike against the Elves. Last edited by Nilpaurion Felagund; 03-16-2004 at 08:52 PM.