Herevion just listened quietly, not saying anything or standing up. He still touched his scar every few minutes, as if remembering, and his eyes gleamed in the still-dark, but nothing else showed him to be awake at all, though he was sitting upright.
He wondered only what would happen if Aragorn... failed. Of course, he knew of Lord Aragorn's heritage, that he carried the Sword That Was Broken, and all the other legends and truths spun about him... but still. He was still a man. And as for what would happen to their own company if Aragorn himself failed... he didn't even need to wonder. They would all be dead. The thought was repulsive to Herevion. It was not dying. He could take pain, and he did not have anything in particular to live for. It was only... death. He remembered the feeling he had had when looking at the dead orcs, and knew that he never wanted anybody to look at his own cold, stiff body like that.
Herevion shook his head. What was he thinking about? There was yet more to come before anything like that, and these thoughts were dangerously close to feelings...
[ July 05, 2003: Message edited by: GaladrieloftheOlden ]
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