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Aylwen Dreamsong · 07-11-2003, 11:29 PM

Dorlas did not sleep at all. He was too occupied making sure Thelian got some sleep and making sure the Elven squire refrained from doing anything he would regret. The look on his master's face haunted Dorlas through the night, and the angry words that had flowed from Arthain's tongue were fresh echoes in his mind. Few of the women slept, Dorlas knew. He could hear them quietly whispering in the dark. Dorlas still did not know what events had befallen the camp, but he had heard enough to realize that it had not been good by any stretch of the imagination.

When morning dawned, Arthain was still sitting crouched by the fire, which had been reduced to simmering coals during the night. Dorlas did not speak to him, and could not even catch Arthain's eye if he tried. Thelian had fallen into a deep sleep at some point during the night, and Dorlas opted not to rouse his friend until it was necessary.

"Wake up! We will leave within the hour, and if you are not ready you will be left behind," it was an empty threat, Dorlas knew, but the Elven ladies were too weary from the late night to object. They moved slowly and grudgingly until they caught a glare from Arthain, at which point they began to scuttle for their things.

Dorlas returned to his spot by Thelian as the women readied themselves, and nudged Thelian gently to revive him. When that did not work, Dorlas emptied the water casket that had hung on his waistbelt onto Thelian, which woke the Elf up quickly. When Thelian registered what was going on, he instantly shot up from his spot, shaking his head side-to-side violently.

"No! We can't leave Melost! He will come back if we wait for him! What will we do if he comes back just when we are out of reach? He will never forgive me!" Thelian cried, turning towards the woods where Melost had taken his leave. Dorlas put a gentle hand on Thelian's shoulder.

"If we let you go, and met up somehow with Melost in Lothlorien, he would not forgive me for letting you go and losing you to the woods. Friends look out for each other," Dorlas pointed out, and proceeded to finish packing his things to leave. Thelian followed suit, though Melost's faithful squire often shot weary and worried glances at the path Melost had taken.

The group was ready to leave just as the morning sun began to warm the land. Arthain rode far ahead of the main group, and Dorlas did not confront him for fear of angering the man again. Anwenelme had a smirk upon her face, and Menelya had an angry frown that made her lovely Elven face look old and weary. The rest of the women left the two alone, outcasting them from the rest. Dorlas believed neither deserved even that much. The only sound audible to the group was the chattering of the gossiping women and the wind rustling the trees.

[ July 12, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

07-11-2003, 11:29 PM	#116
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Dorlas did not sleep at all. He was too occupied making sure Thelian got some sleep and making sure the Elven squire refrained from doing anything he would regret. The look on his master's face haunted Dorlas through the night, and the angry words that had flowed from Arthain's tongue were fresh echoes in his mind. Few of the women slept, Dorlas knew. He could hear them quietly whispering in the dark. Dorlas still did not know what events had befallen the camp, but he had heard enough to realize that it had not been good by any stretch of the imagination. When morning dawned, Arthain was still sitting crouched by the fire, which had been reduced to simmering coals during the night. Dorlas did not speak to him, and could not even catch Arthain's eye if he tried. Thelian had fallen into a deep sleep at some point during the night, and Dorlas opted not to rouse his friend until it was necessary. "Wake up! We will leave within the hour, and if you are not ready you will be left behind," it was an empty threat, Dorlas knew, but the Elven ladies were too weary from the late night to object. They moved slowly and grudgingly until they caught a glare from Arthain, at which point they began to scuttle for their things. Dorlas returned to his spot by Thelian as the women readied themselves, and nudged Thelian gently to revive him. When that did not work, Dorlas emptied the water casket that had hung on his waistbelt onto Thelian, which woke the Elf up quickly. When Thelian registered what was going on, he instantly shot up from his spot, shaking his head side-to-side violently. "No! We can't leave Melost! He will come back if we wait for him! What will we do if he comes back just when we are out of reach? He will never forgive me!" Thelian cried, turning towards the woods where Melost had taken his leave. Dorlas put a gentle hand on Thelian's shoulder. "If we let you go, and met up somehow with Melost in Lothlorien, he would not forgive me for letting you go and losing you to the woods. Friends look out for each other," Dorlas pointed out, and proceeded to finish packing his things to leave. Thelian followed suit, though Melost's faithful squire often shot weary and worried glances at the path Melost had taken. The group was ready to leave just as the morning sun began to warm the land. Arthain rode far ahead of the main group, and Dorlas did not confront him for fear of angering the man again. Anwenelme had a smirk upon her face, and Menelya had an angry frown that made her lovely Elven face look old and weary. The rest of the women left the two alone, outcasting them from the rest. Dorlas believed neither deserved even that much. The only sound audible to the group was the chattering of the gossiping women and the wind rustling the trees. [ July 12, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ] __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.