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Eorl of Rohan · 02-07-2004, 11:53 PM

Atharen returned Ferethor's glare with one of his own, his dark eyes entirely unreadable, with a touch of steely control. A gleam of metal glimpsed beneath Atharen's stirring cloak did not fail to catch his wary eyes, and he instantly cried, "Reveal your hand!"

"If I reveal my hand, it will simply be to show you that I have a blade as well." Atharen paused, then drew his hand from his cloak slowly. 'He is not my foe, yet not an ally to our cause - yet.'The thought flashed through Ferethor's mind. Atharen laughed softly, as if amused, yet Ferethor could sense that it would be perilous to arouse his anger.

"You see, Captain, I myself am a double edged blade as well. And as for this curiosity, and these assumptions - I could ask the same thing. Why do you think I am one of the Dunedain?" Atharen asked. Ferethor said "You spoke of being a kinsman and friend of King Telcontar. I suspect therefore that you are Dunedain, of the race of Numenorians." 'Where comes his confidence?' Ferethor wondered, unnerved by Atharen's smile.

'Twas not hard to work out, now, was it? But look - you have the mannerisms of Gondor, and your name speaks of the same. And your bearing is of a soldier. All Gondorian soldiers answer to the King, Captain. Nonetheless this business is something different, a distasteful rarity. But you are not. You have honour, I deem, however much you distrust me."

Ferethor returned Atharen's gaze, betraying nothing of sudden fear that washed over his mind at this man who let nothing escape his attention. His gaze flickered time to time, wary of the dagger that Atharen still grasped.

Atharen's smile widened slightly as he noticed that. "I would drop my blade, but it is rather a good blade," he smiled, before his tone became more serious again. "I do not expect you to tell me this errand of yours, although you have revealed you have one. But I do ask you to trust me - as your errand's importance is'paramount', so is trust within this group, the reason I watch Miss Heart so closely. So, what do you say? Can you trust me, or..."

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02-07-2004, 11:53 PM	#53
Eorl of Rohan Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Seoul, South Korea Posts: 602	Atharen returned Ferethor's glare with one of his own, his dark eyes entirely unreadable, with a touch of steely control. A gleam of metal glimpsed beneath Atharen's stirring cloak did not fail to catch his wary eyes, and he instantly cried, "Reveal your hand!" "If I reveal my hand, it will simply be to show you that I have a blade as well." Atharen paused, then drew his hand from his cloak slowly. 'He is not my foe, yet not an ally to our cause - yet.'The thought flashed through Ferethor's mind. Atharen laughed softly, as if amused, yet Ferethor could sense that it would be perilous to arouse his anger. "You see, Captain, I myself am a double edged blade as well. And as for this curiosity, and these assumptions - I could ask the same thing. Why do you think I am one of the Dunedain?" Atharen asked. Ferethor said "You spoke of being a kinsman and friend of King Telcontar. I suspect therefore that you are Dunedain, of the race of Numenorians." 'Where comes his confidence?' Ferethor wondered, unnerved by Atharen's smile. 'Twas not hard to work out, now, was it? But look - you have the mannerisms of Gondor, and your name speaks of the same. And your bearing is of a soldier. All Gondorian soldiers answer to the King, Captain. Nonetheless this business is something different, a distasteful rarity. But you are not. You have honour, I deem, however much you distrust me." Ferethor returned Atharen's gaze, betraying nothing of sudden fear that washed over his mind at this man who let nothing escape his attention. His gaze flickered time to time, wary of the dagger that Atharen still grasped. Atharen's smile widened slightly as he noticed that. "I would drop my blade, but it is rather a good blade," he smiled, before his tone became more serious again. "I do not expect you to tell me this errand of yours, although you have revealed you have one. But I do ask you to trust me - as your errand's importance is'paramount', so is trust within this group, the reason I watch Miss Heart so closely. So, what do you say? Can you trust me, or..." <font size=1 color=339966>[ 7:16 AM February 08, 2004: Message edited by: Eorl of Rohan ] __________________ There is no signature here.