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Wight
Join Date: Dec 2002
Location: Someplace in Middle Earth
Posts: 130
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Vanimorén got up, brushing away dust and rubble and checking for injuries, then turned and followed Fingil into the darkness. Catching up with him, Vanimorén felt pressed to ask,
“What are we to do now?” Fingil frowned slightly, stopping to think. Shortly he replied, “I suppose we’ll continue searching for Celebrian. That is what we’re here for, after all.” He looked from one elf to the other, as if waiting for opinions. Both elves nodded mutely. They continued to walk silently through the darkness, marking the passages, as instructed. Suddenly Vanimorén heard footsteps behind him. There was no mistaking it this time. “Wait,” he called quietly to the others. He was sure they must’ve heard the sound too. “There is something following us.” He whirled around, holding his sword tightly, before deciding that these footsteps were far too light to be an Orc’s, He also noticed that they seemed unhurried and deliberate. “It’s one of the others,” he whispered in delight. They waited for a while, before Torfithien emerged from the darkness. “What are you doing here?” Asked Fingil, not unkindly, all the elves were pleased to see her. Then he added, “Are Elladan and Elrohir coming too? Did they send you?” Torfithian seemed taken aback by all the questions, and Angore stepped forward, laying a hand on Fingil’s arm. “Let the lady speak,” he said calmly. “There is no need to question her presence so.” The male elves fell silent, and stood waiting for Torfithien to explain everything. |
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