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Nilpaurion Felagund · 03-23-2005, 09:14 PM

Bethiril was recovering slowly from the whole experience with the Orcs, although she had concern for Ereglin, the emissary from Lindon. After all, he had lost both his guards to their Orcish captors. A pity they had to die when they shouldn’t have. But Bethiril knew there was no turning back the slow yet ever-ticking hands of time.

What a pity. Bethiril started when she heard a reply. Perhaps the Sindar had read her mind. Yet when she looked at him, the emissary was looking not at her, but at the dark Dwarven hold.

A pity? Bethiril answered as she stopped beside him.

There are no windows. Bethiril could not help laughing aloud. After all the troubles this journey had brought them—to him especially—he still had mirth in his heart to joke. She saw Ereglin smile, an ominous spell broken.

The group began to move again. Bethiril wanted to find her fellow Noldo, but before they parted, she answered. But what would you need a window for? To gaze at the wonderful Dwarven architecture? She heard Ereglin chuckle as she walked to the back of the group. He perhaps understands my cause better than anyone here, she thought. A pity two Elves had to die to pay the price for that understanding.

03-23-2005, 09:14 PM	#123
Nilpaurion Felagund Scion of The Faithful Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines] Posts: 5,312	Bethiril Bethiril was recovering slowly from the whole experience with the Orcs, although she had concern for Ereglin, the emissary from Lindon. After all, he had lost both his guards to their Orcish captors. A pity they had to die when they shouldn’t have. But Bethiril knew there was no turning back the slow yet ever-ticking hands of time. What a pity. Bethiril started when she heard a reply. Perhaps the Sindar had read her mind. Yet when she looked at him, the emissary was looking not at her, but at the dark Dwarven hold. A pity? Bethiril answered as she stopped beside him. There are no windows. Bethiril could not help laughing aloud. After all the troubles this journey had brought them—to him especially—he still had mirth in his heart to joke. She saw Ereglin smile, an ominous spell broken. The group began to move again. Bethiril wanted to find her fellow Noldo, but before they parted, she answered. But what would you need a window for? To gaze at the wonderful Dwarven architecture? She heard Ereglin chuckle as she walked to the back of the group. He perhaps understands my cause better than anyone here, she thought. A pity two Elves had to die to pay the price for that understanding. Last edited by piosenniel; 06-19-2005 at 01:44 PM.