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Orual · 04-19-2003, 09:59 AM

Post for Andunériel

"Shall we stop or not? Night draws in and with it comes danger. Shall we continue? If we do we cannot expect the hobbits to walk. They need to rest their legs, unless they want to walk into the night," Elen said, her hazel eyes flicking over Anson. He was trudging along, trying to look as though he hadn't nearly drowned earlier in the day.

Andunériel frowned up at the sky. It was coming to be fall, and a chill was in the air. They had been gone for a long while, and the citizens of Eriador would not be able to live off of their stores forever. But Elen was right. The hobbits could not walk forever. Already Anson was stumbling, muttering under his breath and trying not to let anyone notice. Peony was keeping a close watch on the older hobbit, her crystal-blue eyes filled with worry. Anson would try to comfort them with reassuring smiles, but the weariness in his face was starkly obvious, compared to his usual vigour.

Andunériel brought the group to a halt. "Elenlith brings up a good point. Do you want to stop and rest? We grow short on time, but I do not suppose that one night would put us back too far." She tried to keep the reluctance out of her voice, but failed.

"I'm fine," Anson said stubbornly, striding a few paces to the front of the group as though in proof. Andunériel met Luin's eyes and grinned. Men were men, whatever their race.

"I think we've been taking it a little slow thus far," Tinüsel said. "We don't have much time. I say we shouldn't stop tonight."

Andunériel frowned, then turned to Anson. "How do you feel? And Anson, please tell me the truth."

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Post for Anson

"...please tell me the truth."

Anson leaned on his walking-stick and sighed. All these women frowning at him...it wasn't like his ribs didn't ache, either, but he was supposed to be leading this expedition! How was he--but Andunériel's grey-green gaze stopped those thoughts in his track. It reminded him of Della's own look of truth, the one that his children always caved in under. Anson caved in under the Elf's.

"My ribs ache and I hit my shin on the raft," he admitted. "Sometimes it hurts to breathe, but not that often and not that much. I'm all right, and I could probably go on today." Could probably, he said. It wasn't exactly a lie.

Andunériel nodded, with an infuriatingly knowing look on her face. "Climb on, Anson. Peony, Ferdibrand, get behind someone else. We'll ride on tonight."

Anson got behind Andunériel, and Peony and Ferdibrand found rides. Dunland passed below them and around them, and the Misty Mountains loomed ahead. If we had this much trouble crossing the river, how much more will we have crossing those mountains? Anson wondered glumly. There could be rockslides, and there would be problems with the horses. There could even be bandits, or more wolves, or goblins. He coughed once, pushed those thoughts out of his mind, and focused all of his attention on staying awake.

[ April 19, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]

04-19-2003, 09:59 AM	#80
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Post for Andunériel "Shall we stop or not? Night draws in and with it comes danger. Shall we continue? If we do we cannot expect the hobbits to walk. They need to rest their legs, unless they want to walk into the night," Elen said, her hazel eyes flicking over Anson. He was trudging along, trying to look as though he hadn't nearly drowned earlier in the day. Andunériel frowned up at the sky. It was coming to be fall, and a chill was in the air. They had been gone for a long while, and the citizens of Eriador would not be able to live off of their stores forever. But Elen was right. The hobbits could not walk forever. Already Anson was stumbling, muttering under his breath and trying not to let anyone notice. Peony was keeping a close watch on the older hobbit, her crystal-blue eyes filled with worry. Anson would try to comfort them with reassuring smiles, but the weariness in his face was starkly obvious, compared to his usual vigour. Andunériel brought the group to a halt. "Elenlith brings up a good point. Do you want to stop and rest? We grow short on time, but I do not suppose that one night would put us back too far." She tried to keep the reluctance out of her voice, but failed. "I'm fine," Anson said stubbornly, striding a few paces to the front of the group as though in proof. Andunériel met Luin's eyes and grinned. Men were men, whatever their race. "I think we've been taking it a little slow thus far," Tinüsel said. "We don't have much time. I say we shouldn't stop tonight." Andunériel frowned, then turned to Anson. "How do you feel? And Anson, please tell me the truth." * Post for Anson** "...please tell me the truth." Anson leaned on his walking-stick and sighed. All these women frowning at him...it wasn't like his ribs didn't ache, either, but he was supposed to be leading this expedition! How was he--but Andunériel's grey-green gaze stopped those thoughts in his track. It reminded him of Della's own look of truth, the one that his children always caved in under. Anson caved in under the Elf's. "My ribs ache and I hit my shin on the raft," he admitted. "Sometimes it hurts to breathe, but not that often and not that much. I'm all right, and I could probably go on today." Could probably, he said. It wasn't exactly a lie. Andunériel nodded, with an infuriatingly knowing look on her face. "Climb on, Anson. Peony, Ferdibrand, get behind someone else. We'll ride on tonight." Anson got behind Andunériel, and Peony and Ferdibrand found rides. Dunland passed below them and around them, and the Misty Mountains loomed ahead. If we had this much trouble crossing the river, how much more will we have crossing those mountains? Anson wondered glumly. There could be rockslides, and there would be problems with the horses. There could even be bandits, or more wolves, or goblins. He coughed once, pushed those thoughts out of his mind, and focused all of his attention on staying awake. [ April 19, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ] __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"