Firondoiel struggled againist her captor but to no avail. She couldn't even call for help because of the hand over her mouth. Becoming desperate she bit down hard on the hand. With a yelp the strange female withdrew her bleeding hand but kept a hold of Firondoiel's arm.
"What did you do that for?" she asked gruffly.
"What do you want?" Asked Firondoiel, a little breathless from her struggling.
"Where is it?" Demanded one of the smaller figures ignoring Firondoiel.
"Where is what?" Firondoiel asked totaly bewildered.
"The food of course." Was the strange reply
"All the food is in there." Firondoiel gestured down the hallway utterly confused. "But what..."
Firondoiel was so abruptly released that she fell hard against the wall. The six females rushed past her down the hallway. At the end of the hall the huddled together and began whispering. Then they entered the party and mysteriously melted into the crowd and Firondoiel was left alone in the dark hallway wondering what kind of havoc they would bring on the party.
[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Firondoiel ]
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"Forth, and fear no darkness. Arise. Arise, Riders of Théoden. Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now! Ride now! Ride! Ride for ruin and the world's ending!"
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