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Old 02-17-2003, 03:41 PM   #87
The Ruling Ring
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Maeralagos climbed up one of the trees on the edge of the camp, high enough to stay out of sight, but low enough to be able to jump out, if he needed to.

"I'll take the first watch," he said absently, wondering if they were even going to bother taking turns. He didn't need to change shifts.

He leaned his head lightly against the trunk of the tree, his legs resting lighting in the crotch of the thick branch straight out overhead, allowing his mind to wander with the last verses of Erdaminéon's peaceful song of the Golden Wood. How he wished it were so! He breathed in slowly, taking in the fresh air.

Maeralagos looked down at the rest of the group, Bordarigorn laying on the ground, deep in sleep, Erdaminéon settled down, Durelin looking like he was preparing to, the other Elves coming into the clearing and attempting to get comfortable. He looked back up at the glowing blue of the night sky. It was beautiful...though he really couldn't enjoy very much right then. He was too nervous, to concerned about things to come. What was going to happen next?

[ February 17, 2003: Message edited by: The Ruling Ring ]
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