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Firefoot · 03-02-2006, 09:08 PM

As the other three discussed the song and how to find Malris and Tasa, Lómwë could not help but feel rather isolated from the group. He knew that this was mostly of his own doing, but was not sure how to change it – was not sure if he wanted to. He felt emptied out, drained of all emotions relevant to the present. It was not that he did not care, as before, but more like he did not know how to care anymore. Even emotions pertaining to the past were blunted. Orëmir’s words Did you ever wonder, if we had stayed to fight, if we had been here, there might have been more that got away? had bounced around in his head for a bit, bringing pricks of guilt and sorrow, still mutedly poignant but not stabbingly painful. There was nowhere left for him to go, nothing left for him to do, it seemed, except to finally leave these eastern shores into the west.

For his companions’ sake, he tried to dredge up some piece of information pertinent to their search. The tunnels… yes, perhaps he did remember them. He had never used them as they were intended, but once he had showed them once to Aradol. But try as he might, he could remember nothing else of them, not where the entrances were hidden nor where they led. To the rest of his mind, the fact was apparently not important enough to be recalled.

As Orëmir began to lead the way, Lómwë picked up a torch of his own and fell into the rear, a position becoming oh so familiar. He had enough wits about him to be wary of any spirits in this place that might be intent on harm, although there seemed to be few of those left… most seemed to have departed, except for the mysterious minstrel.

The foursome treaded on in silence, which suited Lómwë perfectly. After a little while, Orëmir drew to a halt. “It was around here somewhere…” Lómwë could see little beyond his torchlight, but what was within it did not look promising as far as an entryway. He stepped a little closer to what appeared to be a short, dark alleyway. The walls, or perhaps the foundations themselves, had partially collapsed, urging Lómwë to caution. He could not tell, and he was unsure of what they were looking for, but this looked promising. “I’m not sure,” he called out to the group, “and it could be just an old alley, but does this look like a collapsed entryway to any of you…? If it is, it doesn't look entirely safe.”

03-02-2006, 09:08 PM	#227
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	As the other three discussed the song and how to find Malris and Tasa, Lómwë could not help but feel rather isolated from the group. He knew that this was mostly of his own doing, but was not sure how to change it – was not sure if he wanted to. He felt emptied out, drained of all emotions relevant to the present. It was not that he did not care, as before, but more like he did not know how to care anymore. Even emotions pertaining to the past were blunted. Orëmir’s words Did you ever wonder, if we had stayed to fight, if we had been here, there might have been more that got away? had bounced around in his head for a bit, bringing pricks of guilt and sorrow, still mutedly poignant but not stabbingly painful. There was nowhere left for him to go, nothing left for him to do, it seemed, except to finally leave these eastern shores into the west. For his companions’ sake, he tried to dredge up some piece of information pertinent to their search. The tunnels… yes, perhaps he did remember them. He had never used them as they were intended, but once he had showed them once to Aradol. But try as he might, he could remember nothing else of them, not where the entrances were hidden nor where they led. To the rest of his mind, the fact was apparently not important enough to be recalled. As Orëmir began to lead the way, Lómwë picked up a torch of his own and fell into the rear, a position becoming oh so familiar. He had enough wits about him to be wary of any spirits in this place that might be intent on harm, although there seemed to be few of those left… most seemed to have departed, except for the mysterious minstrel. The foursome treaded on in silence, which suited Lómwë perfectly. After a little while, Orëmir drew to a halt. “It was around here somewhere…” Lómwë could see little beyond his torchlight, but what was within it did not look promising as far as an entryway. He stepped a little closer to what appeared to be a short, dark alleyway. The walls, or perhaps the foundations themselves, had partially collapsed, urging Lómwë to caution. He could not tell, and he was unsure of what they were looking for, but this looked promising. “I’m not sure,” he called out to the group, “and it could be just an old alley, but does this look like a collapsed entryway to any of you…? If it is, it doesn't look entirely safe.”