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elven maiden Earwen · 08-08-2003, 09:43 AM

After Pelladal left Gaeradan’s chamber he headed home. He had a small supper, as he was quite hungry and headed of to bed. He was very tired but he found he couldn’t sleep. The attack on Eärnil still puzzled him. Who would attack such a wonderful boy?

Maybe I’ll go outside and look around Pelladal, thought rising from bed and dressing quickly. He stepped outside his house. It was a pleasant and cool night. Pelladal headed towards the square where the attack had happened.

Once he arrived at the square he looked around. First he headed to the place where the cart crashed. It was mostly cleaned up and Pelladal could only see a few pieces of splintered wood. Nothing of importance. As he turned to head another way he would have sworn he saw a black figure jumping into the bushes.

Shaking of the feeling he was being watched he headed towards the place where the cart had been tied. Once again he found nothing but pieces of food or straw or wood, or dust. Whoever did this was certainly secretive about it. And again he became puzzled on who would do such a thing. He just hopped that whoever tried to hurt Eärnil this time doesn’t try again.

Pelladal now very tired started walking back home. As he walked back home he saw a small black figure run away. Cats! Pelladal hated them and he could just tell that this was one of Beruthiel’s. The ones that always were sneaking around or even spying it seemed one the people of Osgiliath.

He neared his house and went to bed. This time he fell asleep almost immediately. But before his eyes closed he saw two large yellow eyes peering into his house. The same yellow eyes he had seen before, only weeks ago.

[ August 13, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ]

08-08-2003, 09:43 AM	#11
elven maiden Earwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A world that never was and never will be Posts: 1,300	After Pelladal left Gaeradan’s chamber he headed home. He had a small supper, as he was quite hungry and headed of to bed. He was very tired but he found he couldn’t sleep. The attack on Eärnil still puzzled him. Who would attack such a wonderful boy? Maybe I’ll go outside and look around Pelladal, thought rising from bed and dressing quickly. He stepped outside his house. It was a pleasant and cool night. Pelladal headed towards the square where the attack had happened. Once he arrived at the square he looked around. First he headed to the place where the cart crashed. It was mostly cleaned up and Pelladal could only see a few pieces of splintered wood. Nothing of importance. As he turned to head another way he would have sworn he saw a black figure jumping into the bushes. Shaking of the feeling he was being watched he headed towards the place where the cart had been tied. Once again he found nothing but pieces of food or straw or wood, or dust. Whoever did this was certainly secretive about it. And again he became puzzled on who would do such a thing. He just hopped that whoever tried to hurt Eärnil this time doesn’t try again. Pelladal now very tired started walking back home. As he walked back home he saw a small black figure run away. Cats! Pelladal hated them and he could just tell that this was one of Beruthiel’s. The ones that always were sneaking around or even spying it seemed one the people of Osgiliath. He neared his house and went to bed. This time he fell asleep almost immediately. But before his eyes closed he saw two large yellow eyes peering into his house. The same yellow eyes he had seen before, only weeks ago. [ August 13, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ] __________________ We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot, Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho. the looniest site in the world!!!