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The Perished Flame
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Thorondruin noticed the man from the inn move toward the door. When he discovered it locked and turned back to the room, he found Thorondruin standing not four feet away, idly playing with his dagger. Remdil was twice the size of this man, but when Thorondruin looked up to meet his eyes, Remdil found himself afraid. He saw nothing in the man's eyes but coldness; no fear, no hatred, just that coldness. He shivered.
Thorondruin spoke. "After inviting yourself into my home, are you going so soon, and without even a fare-you-well?" Rimdel looked around nervously. Some of the others had come to see what Thorondruin was doing. "No, I was just-" "I know very well what you were doing." He raised his voice to reach everyone in the room. "Look, everyone. The bird who tried to catch us is now trying to avoid being caught himself!" Thorondruin turned his head for a moment to watch as everyone else came toward the door. In that moment, Remdil raised his hatchet, intending to use it one the door, but Thorondruin misconstrued the movement to mean an attack and swiftly turned and threw his dagger at Rimdel's hand, causing him to drop the hatchet. He said, "I'll have none of that. There are seven people here, Innman, and six of them are against you. Do you really think you're strong enough to beat all of us?" Frantically, Remdil shook his head. he was terrified by now and sent a panicked thought to his wife. Oh, Eolinda, protect our daughter! He had backed up against the door as far as he could, and all he could do was stare at the menacing circle of faces around him. [ July 16, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]
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