As Anson disappeared into the river, Peony cried out and made to follow him in. Marsilion caught her by the wrist just as she was about to jump. Shoving her back onto the shore somewhat roughly, Marsilion flung his cloak aside and dived headfirst into the river.
The water was cold and fast moving. As the Ranger's head came above water he blinked hard, peering around for Anson. The hobbit's curly head was bobbing slowly downriver. He was treading water, but was still slowly being pulled away from the raft.
Marsilion struck out toward the hobbit, briefly regretting not taking the time to remove his boots. As he was about to reach out for Anson's reaching hand, a mouthful of water sent him sputtering and swept Anson just out of reach. Coughing and spitting Marsilion kicked to the surface, and swam faster toward the struggling hobbit.
As he reached Anson the hobbit was losing consciousness. Marsilion gripped him around the waist and pulled him back to the shore. Gondolin and Elenlith reached down to pull them both to safety. Marsilion fell limply to the shore as Anduneriel took over with Anson.
[ April 22, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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