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Old 04-12-2006, 10:33 AM   #211
Folwren
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Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.
Thornden left Eodwine as he had been bidden, he hurried to fetch Kara, told her briefly what was needed, and then turned to go and carry out his duty. But his quick pace slowed as he came nearer to the outside door and he stopped altogether at it. Placing his hand on the door frame and lowering his head, he stood thinking about the boy.

What if he didn’t recover? What if he never even woke up? He might slip silently away, taking in less and less air with each struggling breath, and go beyond the reach of the living. Then it would be as though Thornden had never found him. He could die just as easily in a bed as in the street.

Almost against his will, Thornden turned back around and headed up the hall. Half way there, he turned back around. Eodwine had ordered him away, he had many miles to cover before sun down. But he couldn’t just leave the boy without knowing if he would even survive! Once again he turned back and this time walked all the way to the half closed door.

There he stopped once again, but he didn’t retreat this time. He stood waiting, pacing the five feet of hallway in front of the door. There was silence within the room, and then someone stirred, and a hoarse cough came. Thornden bounded towards the door and looked in. He saw the boy’s eyes open slowly and Eodwine bent over him.

“Excuse me, sir,” a quiet voice said at his elbow. Thornden jumped and drew back. Kara glided past him, a pitcher of water in one hand and a cup in the other. Thornden resumed his place by the door and watched as Eodwine poured a full cup of water and went to the boy. He supported his head with his arm and the put the cup to his lips.

“Here. Drink,” he said.

Thornden bent to look around Eodwine and see the stranger. The boy lifted one arm to grasp the cup, putting his hand somewhat around Eodwine’s fingers and he drank eagerly. A warm smile broke out suddenly on Thornden’s face and he drew back. He was satisfied. The lad was well enough to know thirst. He would still be there in the evening when he returned.

Quickly then, with hurried strides, he left the Mead Hall, got his horse, and went once more out on the road. The sun was higher, and the city life was well on its way to being fully awake. Thornden knew he was behind his time, but he couldn’t help but feel uplifted at having seen the wounded boy wake and drink.

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