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Child of the 7th Age · 08-13-2002, 01:57 PM

As Ancalimon unloaded some of his goods and gazed about the camp, he could see that something here was quite different. For instead of men or Elves, these prisoners were hobbits.

So they had finally come, he thought. He had been waiting for this such a very long time, waiting and fearing for the moment when the hobbits' path crossed that of the Dark Lord.

His eyes took in the entire camp. Physically, the encampment was better off than many he had seen. The muddy burrows were strung out near the bank of a stream. The large building that stood by his side, one of the old ruins left in this place, seemed to be serving as some sort of compound for children. But what made this camp truly different from so many he had visited were the little plots of flowers which nestled down beside the homes, and even about the half-ruined central building. He could not help but smile.

Yet, reaching into the camp with his mind, he felt a wave of sadness and despair which seemed even worse than he normally found in places like these. And then he saw the two tiny bodies. The children lay still and shattered on the grass in front of the compound. He walked up to them and knelt down. He was not surprised to see that their tiny forms had been run through by a blade. It must have been only a moment before, since their bodies were still warm with the breath of life. He leaned over the children, kissing their foreheads and whispering soft words into their ears. Then he closed their eyes and waited for several moments as, one-by-one, the tiny fea broke loose from the hroa to continue on its way.

He sat back on his heels and sighed. It was not the little ones whom he feared for, but those left behind. It was the parents and teachers and guardians of this community who would need him most now. He glanced over to where several hobbits were beginning to construct a barrow. That, at least, was being done. The next task then was to find Maura Tuk, the hobbits' wise man and keeper of lore, to figure out what terrible thing had happened here.

[ August 14, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

08-13-2002, 01:57 PM	#11
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	As Ancalimon unloaded some of his goods and gazed about the camp, he could see that something here was quite different. For instead of men or Elves, these prisoners were hobbits. So they had finally come, he thought. He had been waiting for this such a very long time, waiting and fearing for the moment when the hobbits' path crossed that of the Dark Lord. His eyes took in the entire camp. Physically, the encampment was better off than many he had seen. The muddy burrows were strung out near the bank of a stream. The large building that stood by his side, one of the old ruins left in this place, seemed to be serving as some sort of compound for children. But what made this camp truly different from so many he had visited were the little plots of flowers which nestled down beside the homes, and even about the half-ruined central building. He could not help but smile. Yet, reaching into the camp with his mind, he felt a wave of sadness and despair which seemed even worse than he normally found in places like these. And then he saw the two tiny bodies. The children lay still and shattered on the grass in front of the compound. He walked up to them and knelt down. He was not surprised to see that their tiny forms had been run through by a blade. It must have been only a moment before, since their bodies were still warm with the breath of life. He leaned over the children, kissing their foreheads and whispering soft words into their ears. Then he closed their eyes and waited for several moments as, one-by-one, the tiny fea broke loose from the hroa to continue on its way. He sat back on his heels and sighed. It was not the little ones whom he feared for, but those left behind. It was the parents and teachers and guardians of this community who would need him most now. He glanced over to where several hobbits were beginning to construct a barrow. That, at least, was being done. The next task then was to find Maura Tuk, the hobbits' wise man and keeper of lore, to figure out what terrible thing had happened here. [ August 14, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.

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