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Manelwen · 07-14-2002, 10:07 AM

"I will take him from here, he does not need this! He is already hurting, can't you all see this? And everytime that he will look into your face, Lady of Rohan, he will see only his dead wife and all the things that he has been stripped of!" She snarled angrily, cradling her unconscious brother in her arms.

"I do not think that is wize, for the sword is still out there, and we need to get it back!" The maiden called Gwyn snapped angrily.

Looking down at her brother, Culloth frowned, "Fine. I will come also but as soon as you find this sword, I am taking him with me."

Gwyn exchanged looks with the other members of the group that stood silently, she then nodded as if a general consensus had been passed wordlessly between them all. "Fine."

"Fiona..." Bulvard groaned, reaching out for the ghost of his wife. Culloth took the hand and gently cradled it in her own. "Hush, brother. Do not worry...I have got you." She said quietly, a vulnerable moment passed between the warrior brother and sister.

07-14-2002, 10:07 AM	#1
Manelwen Haunting Spirit Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Alqualondë Posts: 78	"I will take him from here, he does not need this! He is already hurting, can't you all see this? And everytime that he will look into your face, Lady of Rohan, he will see only his dead wife and all the things that he has been stripped of!" She snarled angrily, cradling her unconscious brother in her arms. "I do not think that is wize, for the sword is still out there, and we need to get it back!" The maiden called Gwyn snapped angrily. Looking down at her brother, Culloth frowned, "Fine. I will come also but as soon as you find this sword, I am taking him with me." Gwyn exchanged looks with the other members of the group that stood silently, she then nodded as if a general consensus had been passed wordlessly between them all. "Fine." "Fiona..." Bulvard groaned, reaching out for the ghost of his wife. Culloth took the hand and gently cradled it in her own. "Hush, brother. Do not worry...I have got you." She said quietly, a vulnerable moment passed between the warrior brother and sister. __________________ Victory favors neither the righteous nor the wicked. It favors the prepared.