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littlemanpoet · 11-02-2003, 08:59 PM

No, don't go! Falowik's heart was beating fast. It is better that you flee, dear one, for you know I cannot husband you. He touched his lips, bringing back the memory of her kiss, savoring it. His arms had not surrounded Uien, though they had begun to - he had forced them to his side; and wished that he had allowed himself to hold her close. And he knew that he must not do so, and that it would be best not to wish it. He knew that his love for her must remain at a remove.

Yes, she had crossed a boundary, and he was both glad and filled with consternation from it. It was good that the others would be nearby during the course of the search. He was sure that his resolve would weaken if left alone with her. He sighed and decided that he was not so hungry that a little time alone might not be more to his liking. He passed around the Inn and climbed the hill, threading his way between gardens and Hobbit holes until he was above them, atop the tree covered hill. He sat among a grove of oaks and took in the view.

The sun was hot; the shade was welcome. He could see the South Downs from here. His eyes gravitated to the North, where there were more Downs, and Deadmen's Dike. Not quite that far was an area of scrub where blood stained a rock and many hoof prints trampled the ground. That was their way on the morrow. He did not look forward to it, but was determined to see it through. Uien's presence would make it bearable. He smiled and lay on his back, allowing the memory of her kiss to wash over him again.

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The sun was far down the sky, and Falowik's stomach rumbled with hunger. He rubbed his face and got up. It had been too long a nap. He made his way back down the hill and to the Inn.

There was much dancing and carousing in the common room, and one of their party seemed to be at the center of it. Falowik recognized it as Lumiel. He smirked, appreciating her enjoyment, but it was not for him. He told Nob that he needed a room that he could take his supper in, to which Nob replied that his room was already prepared, and told him its number. Falowik went up the stairs and found Thoronmir's gear lying on one of two beds on each side of the window looking out from the second floor of the Inn. Thus had the search party's new leader apparently arranged things. Falowik lay on the unoccupied bed and waited for the Ranger.

[ November 04, 2003: Message edited by: littlemanpoet ]

11-02-2003, 08:59 PM	#8
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	No, don't go! Falowik's heart was beating fast. It is better that you flee, dear one, for you know I cannot husband you. He touched his lips, bringing back the memory of her kiss, savoring it. His arms had not surrounded Uien, though they had begun to - he had forced them to his side; and wished that he had allowed himself to hold her close. And he knew that he must not do so, and that it would be best not to wish it. He knew that his love for her must remain at a remove. Yes, she had crossed a boundary, and he was both glad and filled with consternation from it. It was good that the others would be nearby during the course of the search. He was sure that his resolve would weaken if left alone with her. He sighed and decided that he was not so hungry that a little time alone might not be more to his liking. He passed around the Inn and climbed the hill, threading his way between gardens and Hobbit holes until he was above them, atop the tree covered hill. He sat among a grove of oaks and took in the view. The sun was hot; the shade was welcome. He could see the South Downs from here. His eyes gravitated to the North, where there were more Downs, and Deadmen's Dike. Not quite that far was an area of scrub where blood stained a rock and many hoof prints trampled the ground. That was their way on the morrow. He did not look forward to it, but was determined to see it through. Uien's presence would make it bearable. He smiled and lay on his back, allowing the memory of her kiss to wash over him again. ---------- The sun was far down the sky, and Falowik's stomach rumbled with hunger. He rubbed his face and got up. It had been too long a nap. He made his way back down the hill and to the Inn. There was much dancing and carousing in the common room, and one of their party seemed to be at the center of it. Falowik recognized it as Lumiel. He smirked, appreciating her enjoyment, but it was not for him. He told Nob that he needed a room that he could take his supper in, to which Nob replied that his room was already prepared, and told him its number. Falowik went up the stairs and found Thoronmir's gear lying on one of two beds on each side of the window looking out from the second floor of the Inn. Thus had the search party's new leader apparently arranged things. Falowik lay on the unoccupied bed and waited for the Ranger. [ November 04, 2003: Message edited by: littlemanpoet ]