Flói
What chance have we? Flói's mind was humming. He's never been in combat before. There are at least two Elves, probably more. All have bows drawn...and aimed. Will there be any of us still standing should it come to hard blows?
He turned once again to companions. Despite the fact that no words had been said to him ever since their departure - except during the fight - he felt the bond now between them. On his own, he would probably have rushed away from the Elves - to his doom. Now, seeing these Dwarves standing still, defying their foes on their own land, seems to instill courage into his heart. He grasped his axe tighter, and whispered for the Dwarves to hear,
"Let them come. Could they really stop us from reclaiming what is ours?"
And I know my armour can stop their flimsy arrows, he added to himself.
Last edited by piosenniel; 03-18-2004 at 02:42 AM.
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