Dorlas shrugged. "I've seen him, never spoken to the man though. Isildur doesn't seem the kind of man I'd want to make friends with. Isildur is different then the honorable warriors of my home."
Thelian nodded as Melost and Arthain returned from Isildur's tent. The two spoke to each other, and their squires followed some distance behind them.
"Who do you suppose shall win this war for Middle-Earth?" Dorlas asked Thelian, and the Elf looked at the boy.
"It doesn't quite matter. Even if the Elves and Men defeat the Dark Lord's forces, there will always be evil in Middle-Earth," was Thelian's well-thought reply.
The four made ready to get back to the troops of Gil-Galad, while the anxious hurry of every soldier did not make for calm among the troops.
[ April 10, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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