Roll Out The Barrels RPG

[Manardariel]

For a moment, Youlielle was shaken, disbelieving. What was happening here? They were discussing her fate, without even asking her? Exept for Taurion, of course. He had asked her! He had asked her what she preffered. She smiled at him shyly, biting her lip.

Suddenly, a fight began inside her head.
"You can´t go with them! They´re elves, you don´t even know what might happen. What if they all turn out to be like that horrible Thaurbar? What if they all hate you? What if they send you away, send you HERE? What if..."

Youlielle shook her head. She didn´t care, what might happen. She knew what WOULD happen. She would come with them. She would stay with the elves. She, who had always adored them, who had spend ages of her childhood peeking around corners to see one. She would live with them. She would see Fin and Aenara´s wedding. She would learn elvish. She would grow up in Tharanduil´s palace. She would live among those who had saved her. Who suddenly meant the world to her.

She took a deep breath, then looked up at Taurion.

"Are you serious? I can stay with you? Really?"

He nodded. "Really Really. So? What´s your choice?"

She grinned, her eyes filling with tears at the same time. "Do you have to ask? Of course I´m staying with you!"

She almost yelled it. It was like a dream had come true. It was like the sun had just set after years of clouds. Pure happiness fllooded through Youlielle´s body, and a single word slipped out of her mouth.

"YIPPEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

[ March 07, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]