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piosenniel · 10-15-2002, 05:18 PM

***** DALE - Girion *****

The last night in Eryn Lasgalen passed uneventfully. Durgan had set the watch, and the sleep of the remaining members of the company remained undisturbed by any fell creatures, real or imagined. The fresh breezes from the river brought gentle dreams, and the companions awoke refreshed.

Girion was up early, his leg now well on its way to healing from the ministrations and powerful unguents provided by Hringa. It was still a little stiff, but still more easy in his use of it than yesterday.

He brought a cup of hot, Dwarf-style coffee to Frain, to ward off the chill of early morn. Girion took up the watch from him, and sent the Dwarf back to his blankets for a brief rest. Sipping on his own mug of steaming brew, his glance took in the sparkling inch of river as it picked up the mornig sun.

Orodan had joined him, and looked toward the water, also. 'So beautiful!' he said. He cocked his ear and listened to the voices of the river as it flowed over rock and log, round tree roots and small islands of brush and debris. A smile came to his face, and he softly answered with a song of greeting.

Girion waited 'til his friend had finished, then motioned toward the still sleeping company. 'If we wake them now,' he laughed, 'we can be to the river by early evening. Orodan smiled, his eyes glinting.

They went near the cooking fire and picked up pots and metal spoons. Then starting from opposite ends of the camp, they wove among the sleeping companions with a loud drumming, their deep voices joined in a rousing drinking song of innumerable verses.

10-15-2002, 05:18 PM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*** DALE - Girion *** The last night in Eryn Lasgalen passed uneventfully. Durgan had set the watch, and the sleep of the remaining members of the company remained undisturbed by any fell creatures, real or imagined. The fresh breezes from the river brought gentle dreams, and the companions awoke refreshed. Girion was up early, his leg now well on its way to healing from the ministrations and powerful unguents provided by Hringa. It was still a little stiff, but still more easy in his use of it than yesterday. He brought a cup of hot, Dwarf-style coffee to Frain, to ward off the chill of early morn. Girion took up the watch from him, and sent the Dwarf back to his blankets for a brief rest. Sipping on his own mug of steaming brew, his glance took in the sparkling inch of river as it picked up the mornig sun. Orodan had joined him, and looked toward the water, also. 'So beautiful!' he said. He cocked his ear and listened to the voices of the river as it flowed over rock and log, round tree roots and small islands of brush and debris. A smile came to his face, and he softly answered with a song of greeting. Girion waited 'til his friend had finished, then motioned toward the still sleeping company. 'If we wake them now,' he laughed, 'we can be to the river by early evening. Orodan smiled, his eyes glinting. They went near the cooking fire and picked up pots and metal spoons. Then starting from opposite ends of the camp, they wove among the sleeping companions with a loud drumming, their deep voices joined in a rousing drinking song of innumerable verses. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.