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Aylwen Dreamsong · 06-26-2003, 11:25 PM

Dorlas yawned as the group began their road south, tired from lack of sleep and his drinking the night before, but also a bit disappointed that he would be escorting a group of women to Lothlorien instead of taking the more exciting route with the army progress. Dorlas kicked his heels, sending his horse trotting up towards where Thelian was. Dorlas had already dismissed his aprehension towards the Elven squire, for Melost's outburst was not his fault. Besides, Dorlas had no one else to speak with besides Arthain, because he was nearly certain that the elven women would not care to speak to a young human boy.

"I spend one day and night in a beautiful place like Rivendell, waste it on getting hopelessly drunk, and then leave quicker than I arrived," Dorlas mused aloud when he came to ride next to Thelian. The Elven squire chuckled, recalling the human's craziness from the night before.

"At least you didn't have to wake up and ride in the middle of the night. That is what you were complaining about before," Thelian pointed out, eyes focused on the thickets and sparse shrubland ahead.

"I suppose. Not only that, there are plenty of beautiful women for company. Even if some or most are a few thousand years older than I am. Do you think I still have a chance? I think she likes me," chuckled Dorlas, trying to sound serious between snickering. Thelian laughed and shoved the human boy jokingly.

"I think Anwenelme might have already warned her friends about you. If she hasn't, Menelya certainly has!" replied Thelian, looking back at the women behind them.

"I have no doubt of that. Someone probably caught you dragging me away last night only half concsious, gurgling out tavern songs, and burping like a troll." Dorlas admitted. Then his voice became suddenly serious and somber. "But I rather think I might have been better off going with the troops to war. My place is not here guarding a group of Elven women."

"You are too young for such a life. It is not your time to go out and get yourself killed, Dorlas. There will still be evil left whether we win this war or not, so even if you miss out now, there will be exciting battles for you yet, I garuntee it," said Thelian ruefully, wondering if the world ever would be fully free of war and evil.

06-26-2003, 11:25 PM	#92
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,162	Dorlas yawned as the group began their road south, tired from lack of sleep and his drinking the night before, but also a bit disappointed that he would be escorting a group of women to Lothlorien instead of taking the more exciting route with the army progress. Dorlas kicked his heels, sending his horse trotting up towards where Thelian was. Dorlas had already dismissed his aprehension towards the Elven squire, for Melost's outburst was not his fault. Besides, Dorlas had no one else to speak with besides Arthain, because he was nearly certain that the elven women would not care to speak to a young human boy. "I spend one day and night in a beautiful place like Rivendell, waste it on getting hopelessly drunk, and then leave quicker than I arrived," Dorlas mused aloud when he came to ride next to Thelian. The Elven squire chuckled, recalling the human's craziness from the night before. "At least you didn't have to wake up and ride in the middle of the night. That is what you were complaining about before," Thelian pointed out, eyes focused on the thickets and sparse shrubland ahead. "I suppose. Not only that, there are plenty of beautiful women for company. Even if some or most are a few thousand years older than I am. Do you think I still have a chance? I think she likes me," chuckled Dorlas, trying to sound serious between snickering. Thelian laughed and shoved the human boy jokingly. "I think Anwenelme might have already warned her friends about you. If she hasn't, Menelya certainly has!" replied Thelian, looking back at the women behind them. "I have no doubt of that. Someone probably caught you dragging me away last night only half concsious, gurgling out tavern songs, and burping like a troll." Dorlas admitted. Then his voice became suddenly serious and somber. "But I rather think I might have been better off going with the troops to war. My place is not here guarding a group of Elven women." "You are too young for such a life. It is not your time to go out and get yourself killed, Dorlas. There will still be evil left whether we win this war or not, so even if you miss out now, there will be exciting battles for you yet, I garuntee it," said Thelian ruefully, wondering if the world ever would be fully free of war and evil. __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.