Thorgeleb sighed, and took aim at the nearest dwarf, muttering something inaudible. The elf beside him whispered, "What did you say?"
"I said, " replied Thorgeleb, "why can't we all just get along? I'm in no mood for burying dwarvish corpses just two weeks before my wedding, for pity's sake."
"Your pardon, 'Silver Eagle', that we so inconvenience you, " shouted Ori. His hearing was better than Thorgeleb had guessed. Meanwhile Thorgeleb's arrow *pinged* off of Floi's helmet, Dwarvish voices roared, and the melee ensued.
"Baruk Khazad! Khazad Ai Menu!" "Erebor!" "Durin and Moria!"
"For Thranduil and Greenwood the Great!" .... "Mirkwood, silly." .... "Yes, but Greenwood sounds better for a battle cry."
By then the dwarves were actually swinging at them, and the elves skipped backwards, shooting arrows. Close quarter fighting was certainly not what they had in mind.
Last edited by mark12_30; 03-19-2004 at 09:34 PM.
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