The Gathering-In, or The Quest of the 24 Messengers. - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

piosenniel · 09-10-2002, 10:58 AM

The crow flew up to one of the rafters in the stable. He preened his feathers and then settled down with his head tucked beneath his wing as if going off to sleep. He appeared the very picture of a weary bird seeking rest.

His ears, though, were very much open, and taking in each word of the conversation between the Rangers below. Gandalf would want to know what the Man and the hobbit were planning to do. He would pick the crow's brain for every morsel of information, then turn it over and over in his mind before storing it away.

At a lull in the conversation, Camlost stretched and made to put his head back under his wing, when something small and bright caught his eye.

From out the flap of Rose's pack he spied the end of a sky blue hair ribbon shot with a silver threads which made it gleam as it caught the light.

'Pretty!' he said to himself, fixing his eye on the prize.

The Rangers spoke long into the night, and the crow despaired of them ever going to sleep.

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09-10-2002, 10:58 AM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	The crow flew up to one of the rafters in the stable. He preened his feathers and then settled down with his head tucked beneath his wing as if going off to sleep. He appeared the very picture of a weary bird seeking rest. His ears, though, were very much open, and taking in each word of the conversation between the Rangers below. Gandalf would want to know what the Man and the hobbit were planning to do. He would pick the crow's brain for every morsel of information, then turn it over and over in his mind before storing it away. At a lull in the conversation, Camlost stretched and made to put his head back under his wing, when something small and bright caught his eye. From out the flap of Rose's pack he spied the end of a sky blue hair ribbon shot with a silver threads which made it gleam as it caught the light. 'Pretty!' he said to himself, fixing his eye on the prize. The Rangers spoke long into the night, and the crow despaired of them ever going to sleep. [ September 10, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.