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Morsul the Dark · 08-22-2004, 06:49 PM

Sam went off towards his house, "I do not plan to pack," he thought to himself. "If they plan to run let them. I will not go just to please father. Father can go to the ends of the world he will still go to Morgoth's halls in the end, as I and my brother. Perhaps if I give up this way of llife now I will be spared." but then the thought of the money came to him. "So much money I could buy a new horse a new house and as much pipeweed as could be grown in a year."

Sam dismounted near a tree and sat down he began to smoke. His mind cleared and he concentrated. Would he flee or stay? Either way there was a chance of death. One slow and lonely, running away gave that. Or staying and fight, death by sword. Or the last option that just occured to him, If he stayed and surrendered perhaps he would be spared. But then he would have to give up his brother, that he did not want. It was a difficult decision.

Crystal Heart · 08-23-2004, 09:22 AM

Sandrina watched the men and listened to their conversations. Even though the man, called Hama, claimed to be a family friend she did not recognize him.

"Do any of you know my parents or where I lived before, before the fall. Before everything. The only suspects in this case are my cousins who left me for dead. I'm sorry I can not offer more. An old healer claimed I have permanet memory loss. I fear it is so. Please tell me everything you know about me. It may be the key to unlocking my memories." Sandrina begged the men and the lady that stood around her.

Her eyes looked up at Hama. His face seemed so familiar. That strength. She knew that she had seen it many times before, but at the same time it looked so much like every other stranger's face. She had learned in, how long had they said she was gone, the nine months of her travels that looks could be deceiving but she didn't have much of a choice. She had to trust these people. They all seemed to know who she was and had been searching for her. They could help her. She hoped they could. Life was bleak without memories or anyone else to travel with let alone be around. Everyone she had met believed that she was some sort of lunatic because she didn't know her own name and was filled with such confusion most of the time. She only hoped that these people would understand.

"I'll give you all money rewards if you help me. Please."

starkat · 08-23-2004, 10:15 AM

Anora had stood their listening as the Rangers came up to them. Her emotions were running wild as she listened to Sandrina’s tale. Saddness over Sandrina’s lost memories washed over her. I hope we can help her. I wish I knew where her parents are.

When her childhood friend begged for their help and offered money, Anora sat down next to her. “I won’t take your money. I would be glad to help.” Pulling a worn envelope out of her pocket she handed it over to Sandrina.

“Because of my family's business, we didn't get to see each other often. In fact the last time was a few years ago. To keep in touch, we wrote letters back and forth all the time. This envelope contains the last letter I ever received from you.” Anora watched as Sandrina fingered the envelope. Hama leaned over to look at the address.

After a moment Anora continued. “I remember the letter you sent me just after you got your necklace. You drew a picture of it so I could know what it looked like.” That brought a small smile to Sandrina’s face.

“When you disappeared I never truly believed that you were dead. Since all that had been found was your sword, I always held out hope.” Anora’s voice trembled. “You were on your way to Gondor when you disappeared. I was to meet you there.”

Anora stopped there. Everyone was watching her. Momentarily shy, Anora looked to the man who had introduced himself as Hama.

Crystal Heart · 08-23-2004, 12:54 PM

Sandrina looked at the piece of parchment that Anora was holding out in front of her. There on the paper just as she had said, there was a sketch of the necklace that hung around her neck. The words that she had written were scribbled with a small slant as if the writer was excited.

A memory stirred. A memory of sitting at the oak desk and writing furiously, happily to her friend about the amazing gift her parents had made for her before the trip.

Sandrina looked up and smiled, a bright and cheerful smile that was filled with hope.

"I remember that. I remember doing that!" Sandrina exclaimed, her heart racing, "That was before, before my cousins..."

Sandrina stopped, her eyes gazed far away in thought. The memories of the fall made her head throb in pain. She rubbed her right temple, trying to ease it.

"I was beaten," Sandrina whispered as realizations of what truly happened came to her mind. She could only see a fragment of her memories in her minds eye, but she could see it all the same. Their clubs came swiftly down upon her in anger. Yes, she had been beaten and left for dead.

She looked up at the small group that formed. She looked each of them in the eyes, hoping to find something of realization in them as well. She saw shock within them.

"Where are they?" Sandrina asked, her small, delicate hands clenching in anger.

08-22-2004, 06:49 PM	#1
Morsul the Dark Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2004 Posts: 3,448	Sam went off towards his house, "I do not plan to pack," he thought to himself. "If they plan to run let them. I will not go just to please father. Father can go to the ends of the world he will still go to Morgoth's halls in the end, as I and my brother. Perhaps if I give up this way of llife now I will be spared." but then the thought of the money came to him. "So much money I could buy a new horse a new house and as much pipeweed as could be grown in a year." Sam dismounted near a tree and sat down he began to smoke. His mind cleared and he concentrated. Would he flee or stay? Either way there was a chance of death. One slow and lonely, running away gave that. Or staying and fight, death by sword. Or the last option that just occured to him, If he stayed and surrendered perhaps he would be spared. But then he would have to give up his brother, that he did not want. It was a difficult decision. Last edited by Morsul the Dark; 08-23-2004 at 09:42 AM. Reason: Signature Removed, spelling errors

08-23-2004, 10:15 AM	#3
starkat Wight Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Cair Paravel during the Golden Age of Narnia Posts: 146	Anora had stood their listening as the Rangers came up to them. Her emotions were running wild as she listened to Sandrina’s tale. Saddness over Sandrina’s lost memories washed over her. I hope we can help her. I wish I knew where her parents are. When her childhood friend begged for their help and offered money, Anora sat down next to her. “I won’t take your money. I would be glad to help.” Pulling a worn envelope out of her pocket she handed it over to Sandrina. “Because of my family's business, we didn't get to see each other often. In fact the last time was a few years ago. To keep in touch, we wrote letters back and forth all the time. This envelope contains the last letter I ever received from you.” Anora watched as Sandrina fingered the envelope. Hama leaned over to look at the address. After a moment Anora continued. “I remember the letter you sent me just after you got your necklace. You drew a picture of it so I could know what it looked like.” That brought a small smile to Sandrina’s face. “When you disappeared I never truly believed that you were dead. Since all that had been found was your sword, I always held out hope.” Anora’s voice trembled. “You were on your way to Gondor when you disappeared. I was to meet you there.” Anora stopped there. Everyone was watching her. Momentarily shy, Anora looked to the man who had introduced himself as Hama. Last edited by starkat; 08-23-2004 at 11:02 AM.

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08-23-2004, 09:22 AM	#2
Crystal Heart Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Rohan Posts: 568	Sandrina watched the men and listened to their conversations. Even though the man, called Hama, claimed to be a family friend she did not recognize him. "Do any of you know my parents or where I lived before, before the fall. Before everything. The only suspects in this case are my cousins who left me for dead. I'm sorry I can not offer more. An old healer claimed I have permanet memory loss. I fear it is so. Please tell me everything you know about me. It may be the key to unlocking my memories." Sandrina begged the men and the lady that stood around her. Her eyes looked up at Hama. His face seemed so familiar. That strength. She knew that she had seen it many times before, but at the same time it looked so much like every other stranger's face. She had learned in, how long had they said she was gone, the nine months of her travels that looks could be deceiving but she didn't have much of a choice. She had to trust these people. They all seemed to know who she was and had been searching for her. They could help her. She hoped they could. Life was bleak without memories or anyone else to travel with let alone be around. Everyone she had met believed that she was some sort of lunatic because she didn't know her own name and was filled with such confusion most of the time. She only hoped that these people would understand. "I'll give you all money rewards if you help me. Please."

08-23-2004, 12:54 PM	#4
Crystal Heart Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Rohan Posts: 568	Sandrina looked at the piece of parchment that Anora was holding out in front of her. There on the paper just as she had said, there was a sketch of the necklace that hung around her neck. The words that she had written were scribbled with a small slant as if the writer was excited. A memory stirred. A memory of sitting at the oak desk and writing furiously, happily to her friend about the amazing gift her parents had made for her before the trip. Sandrina looked up and smiled, a bright and cheerful smile that was filled with hope. "I remember that. I remember doing that!" Sandrina exclaimed, her heart racing, "That was before, before my cousins..." Sandrina stopped, her eyes gazed far away in thought. The memories of the fall made her head throb in pain. She rubbed her right temple, trying to ease it. "I was beaten," Sandrina whispered as realizations of what truly happened came to her mind. She could only see a fragment of her memories in her minds eye, but she could see it all the same. Their clubs came swiftly down upon her in anger. Yes, she had been beaten and left for dead. She looked up at the small group that formed. She looked each of them in the eyes, hoping to find something of realization in them as well. She saw shock within them. "Where are they?" Sandrina asked, her small, delicate hands clenching in anger.