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Earendil Halfelven · 03-09-2003, 06:24 PM

It had been 3 days since they escaped the jail of Bree. That made it 5 days since the rest of the company had left Bree. Arlómë stooped low to the ground, inspecting the tracks he saw there. Einen wrapped his cloak around him as he gazed into the mist of the forest.
"Orc tracks. Their heading off towards Weathertop. No doubt, they are tracking the company." Arlómë said. "Come, we must hurry."
"How far behind are we?" Einen asked.
"I'd say about 3 days to a week, but we can lessen the time." Arlómë replied.
"How do we do that?" Einen asked.
"Well, you feel like running?"

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The sun rose in a deep color of red. It was dawn, and the two men rose after an hour break. They had been running as quick as they could for 2 days.
"Look at the sun." Arlómë motioned to Einen.
"Its as red as blood." Einen replied.
"Exactly. The orcs we are following have attacked the company. Lets hope its only orc blood that has been spilled.
"You ready?" Arlómë looked at Einen.
"Yes. Lets go."

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Three days later, they could see Weathertop in the distance. As dusk fell, they stopped for a quick break.
"Our supplies are running low, extremely low." Einen said as he rummaged through his pack, which had grown increasingly light.
"We didn't have much to start out with. The others have most our stuff." Arlómë replied. "We'll rest for a while."

As they rested, something was heard running through the brush. It was so dark that even the eyes of the Ranger could barely make out forms running past them. Einen, who lay next to Arlómë, woke from a little nap.
"What..." he began but Arlómë interrupted him.
"Shhhh. Orcs are near. Lay still and they will pass. Be ready to run." Arlómë whispered.
They sat there, listening to the hurried steps of many orcs. The company was in trouble. As soon as the orcs passed , Arlómë rose to his feet.
"Come," he whispered. "Time to go."

03-09-2003, 06:24 PM	#11
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	It had been 3 days since they escaped the jail of Bree. That made it 5 days since the rest of the company had left Bree. Arlómë stooped low to the ground, inspecting the tracks he saw there. Einen wrapped his cloak around him as he gazed into the mist of the forest. "Orc tracks. Their heading off towards Weathertop. No doubt, they are tracking the company." Arlómë said. "Come, we must hurry." "How far behind are we?" Einen asked. "I'd say about 3 days to a week, but we can lessen the time." Arlómë replied. "How do we do that?" Einen asked. "Well, you feel like running?" ___________________________________________ The sun rose in a deep color of red. It was dawn, and the two men rose after an hour break. They had been running as quick as they could for 2 days. "Look at the sun." Arlómë motioned to Einen. "Its as red as blood." Einen replied. "Exactly. The orcs we are following have attacked the company. Lets hope its only orc blood that has been spilled. "You ready?" Arlómë looked at Einen. "Yes. Lets go." ____________________________________________ Three days later, they could see Weathertop in the distance. As dusk fell, they stopped for a quick break. "Our supplies are running low, extremely low." Einen said as he rummaged through his pack, which had grown increasingly light. "We didn't have much to start out with. The others have most our stuff." Arlómë replied. "We'll rest for a while." As they rested, something was heard running through the brush. It was so dark that even the eyes of the Ranger could barely make out forms running past them. Einen, who lay next to Arlómë, woke from a little nap. "What..." he began but Arlómë interrupted him. "Shhhh. Orcs are near. Lay still and they will pass. Be ready to run." Arlómë whispered. They sat there, listening to the hurried steps of many orcs. The company was in trouble. As soon as the orcs passed , Arlómë rose to his feet. "Come," he whispered. "Time to go." __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.