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piosenniel · 06-27-2005, 02:01 PM

Endamir rolled up his blanket roll, leaving his brother’s cloak hung over a nearby rock. ‘I’m old!’ he thought to himself, rubbing at the small of his back. ‘So much for the legendary recuperative powers of the Eldar!’ He grimaced as he twisted his back about a bit, working out the kinks and sore spots.

He flexed the fingers of his left hand. He’d slain a great tide of Orcs in his fitful dreams last night. His arm, too, was sore he found. It was slightly unnerving to look about their little campground in the early morning light. No hacked and bloodied corpses littered the strand; no stinking pyres burned. He could see his brother and Tasa crouched down near the fire. Sharing tea and speaking low. He could not catch what they were saying as he neared them.

Lindir was standing a little ways away from the fire. His eyes wandering at times to Malris and then to the ruined battlements beyond. ‘Come have a cup of Orëmir’s tea,’ he said drawing near to him. ‘We can see what there is to fortify ourselves for the excursion ahead’ ‘. . . our bodies, that is,’ he added with a small wry smile. ‘How did you sleep?’ he asked as they walked toward the promise of a hot drink. ‘My own was filled with old phantoms from this place . . .’

'Ah! Malris!' There you are, too,' he added seeing him across the camp fire. 'Break your fast with us.'

06-27-2005, 02:01 PM	#70
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,786	Endamir rolled up his blanket roll, leaving his brother’s cloak hung over a nearby rock. ‘I’m old!’ he thought to himself, rubbing at the small of his back. ‘So much for the legendary recuperative powers of the Eldar!’ He grimaced as he twisted his back about a bit, working out the kinks and sore spots. He flexed the fingers of his left hand. He’d slain a great tide of Orcs in his fitful dreams last night. His arm, too, was sore he found. It was slightly unnerving to look about their little campground in the early morning light. No hacked and bloodied corpses littered the strand; no stinking pyres burned. He could see his brother and Tasa crouched down near the fire. Sharing tea and speaking low. He could not catch what they were saying as he neared them. Lindir was standing a little ways away from the fire. His eyes wandering at times to Malris and then to the ruined battlements beyond. ‘Come have a cup of Orëmir’s tea,’ he said drawing near to him. ‘We can see what there is to fortify ourselves for the excursion ahead’ ‘. . . our bodies, that is,’ he added with a small wry smile. ‘How did you sleep?’ he asked as they walked toward the promise of a hot drink. ‘My own was filled with old phantoms from this place . . .’ 'Ah! Malris!' There you are, too,' he added seeing him across the camp fire. 'Break your fast with us.' Last edited by piosenniel; 06-27-2005 at 02:30 PM.