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Eorl of Rohan · 02-09-2004, 12:07 AM

Ferethor wavered on a verge of indicision at the offer of Atharen, his mind torn between his wariness and trust. He was about to speak when he was arrested by a sudden motion that he had not noticed.

He turned upon Roryn, without drawing his knife that he had sheathed. Seeing an arrow notched in his bow already, he stepped back, fear and anger mingled in his alert eyes. "Roryn, you'd better not be rash, even on behalf of your friend." He quietly warned. "Give me a reason and I'll shoot you down from where you stand." Roryn snarled.

At that, Ferethor slipped deceptively in a seeming misstep, and before Roryn could take bearing on his new position, he drew his knife and leapt up. His blade reflected a fiery gleam in his eyes, savage in its very intensity. "I'm at least a match for you, Roryn. Remember that before you threaten me again." The blade left his hand, and whistling over his shoulder, pinned Roryn's robe to a tree behind him.

Atharen said quietly, "Put it down NOW, Roryn!" Ferethor glanced at Aelimur, who sheathed his sword with an almost imperceptive shrug. He tensed as Atharen moved his hand, but he merely returned it to its sheath.

Crystal, who arrived at the situation too late, cried "Stand down!" Her knife cleaved Roryn's arrow instantly. "There shall be no bloodshed." Ferethor forced the blade out of the tree as he passed, smiling in the face of Roryn's fury. "Remember."

He was silent as he walked, in deep thought. 'This Roryn - who knows Atharen well - who is he? This matter ever reveals new mysteries. Atharen... Can I trust him? Whether I would or not, there is no choice left me.' Atharen's words rang in his mind over and over "I do ask you to trust me - as your errand's importance is'paramount', so is trust within this group. Can you trust me, or..."

Ferethor glanced at Atharen, who was watching him closely. Atharen raised an eyebrow, asking Ferethor silently if he had come to a decision. Ferethor hesitated, and then nodded.

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02-09-2004, 12:07 AM	#58
Eorl of Rohan Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Seoul, South Korea Posts: 602	Ferethor wavered on a verge of indicision at the offer of Atharen, his mind torn between his wariness and trust. He was about to speak when he was arrested by a sudden motion that he had not noticed. He turned upon Roryn, without drawing his knife that he had sheathed. Seeing an arrow notched in his bow already, he stepped back, fear and anger mingled in his alert eyes. "Roryn, you'd better not be rash, even on behalf of your friend." He quietly warned. "Give me a reason and I'll shoot you down from where you stand." Roryn snarled. At that, Ferethor slipped deceptively in a seeming misstep, and before Roryn could take bearing on his new position, he drew his knife and leapt up. His blade reflected a fiery gleam in his eyes, savage in its very intensity. "I'm at least a match for you, Roryn. Remember that before you threaten me again." The blade left his hand, and whistling over his shoulder, pinned Roryn's robe to a tree behind him. Atharen said quietly, "Put it down NOW, Roryn!" Ferethor glanced at Aelimur, who sheathed his sword with an almost imperceptive shrug. He tensed as Atharen moved his hand, but he merely returned it to its sheath. Crystal, who arrived at the situation too late, cried "Stand down!" Her knife cleaved Roryn's arrow instantly. "There shall be no bloodshed." Ferethor forced the blade out of the tree as he passed, smiling in the face of Roryn's fury. "Remember." He was silent as he walked, in deep thought. 'This Roryn - who knows Atharen well - who is he? This matter ever reveals new mysteries. Atharen... Can I trust him? Whether I would or not, there is no choice left me.' Atharen's words rang in his mind over and over "I do ask you to trust me - as your errand's importance is'paramount', so is trust within this group. Can you trust me, or..." Ferethor glanced at Atharen, who was watching him closely. Atharen raised an eyebrow, asking Ferethor silently if he had come to a decision. Ferethor hesitated, and then nodded. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:29 AM February 09, 2004: Message edited by: Eorl of Rohan ] __________________ There is no signature here.