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Funfrim's beard was dyed black from the soot and ash, and his face bore several ugly blissters from the fire. Nevertheless he fought on, combating the flames that threatened to claim the whole inn. A pitty, for he had rather liked the place.
Dwarfs were able to stand fire better than any of the free races, so Fungrim was able to work at the head of one of the water lines, at times making perilous trips into the blazing building to save some of the patrons not quick enough to get out by their own accord.
With the help of the locals they might be able to save most of the inn from the flames, but it would be a fair bit of damage caused to the building nonetheless.
Scooping the bucket full of sand he made for the blaze again.
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Herein, it is said, the power of Ulmo was shown. For he gathered tidings of all that passed in Beleriand, and every stream that flowed from Middle-earth to the Great Sea was to him a messenger, both to and fro
Last edited by piosenniel; 02-14-2004 at 02:52 PM.
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