Lînsie
She heard him say it... "Goodbye, Lînsie." Orcs surged towards her, and she raised her axe again, hindered by the arrow in her shoulder.
I wish I had time to compose his body, close his eyes, and cross his hands over his heart. I wish I had time to set that beryl in a ring for him. But at least I know where I will make my last stand.
Standing over Narin's body, she felled each orc that came, until two came together. The spear pierced her heart, and she followed Narin to her final rest on the cold, dark stone of Dwarrowdelf.
Last edited by mark12_30; 04-26-2004 at 12:18 PM.
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