Soooo sorry it took me so long, my schedule has been hectic! I have had no time! Well, here is my post.
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"We are under attack! We are under attack!"
Erfalas' cry woke Dunaire from a dreamless sleep, and he sat up, startled, ducked as an arrow whizzed over his head, and grabbed for his sword. Springing to his feet, he rushed to the east, the direction the cry had come from, though he heard the sound of battle coming also from the west.
Through the fog he could barely see where he was going, snd several times almost ran into a tree, an orc, or one of his companions. There weren't all that many orcs, only about ten on this side, and probably not many more on the western side, but the fog made it difficult to tell who was a friend and who was an enemy. Once, Dunaire mistook Imthôlion for an orc, and only just in time realized who it really was. They then stayed close, and eventually Arilewen and Erfalas joined them.
"Have you seen any of the others?" Imthôlion asked as they arrived.
Both shook their heads no.
"Tanroth went to the western side, perhaps the others are with him," Erfalas said.
Let us hope so.
[ November 03, 2003: Message edited by: Elennar Starfire ]
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