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mark12_30 · 08-17-2002, 06:01 PM

Returning from Estel's clearing, Lindo was headed for the Workhouse; for some reason he was uneasy and restless. He had hoped that the pony would cheer him up, but all he could think of then was how much he would miss Estel when Ancalimon eventually called or came back for his pony. His heart was heavy, and he didn't know why.

But then he heard a strange, raspy, croaking voice that he did not know, and he froze. It did not sound like on orc-voice, not quite-- unless it was an orc with a sore throat, or... what could it be? He listened, almost holding his breath.

The raspy voice was relating a story about a ship, and Mithadan. That was the man who had been at the fall of the city. But then the story continued; someone named Kali and someone named Daisy. Veritas. Angara. His heart started to pound; were those Nitir's friends? He thought that there had only been the bird, the dragon and the man; he thought that the elf had died. There were others? He listened further. Were they coming? Were they the visitors that Nitir had warned him about? He melted into a shadow, and listened. Rose? Who was Rose?

And then to his astonishment, a hobbit-lass's voice responded, asking questions.

Azra.

Beginning to feel angry, he stealthily moved closer. The hoarse, strange voice belonged to the black and white bird.

Suddenly he stood, and walked toward them, and met Azra's eyes. "Apparently I have heard much that I should not have, " he said, "but you should have been more careful. I am not the only one who is out and about at night."

Azra's jaw dropped.

"And Azra-- " he said, glaring pointedly at the bird and then back to Azra, "or, should I call you Rose?-- I can't help but wonder what else you have been hiding from the rest of us. But I suppose I have no business asking." He held Azra's gaze, thinking, I trusted you. I chose to trust you. Maura told me to trust both of you, you and Nitir.

I hope he wasn't wrong.

Suddenly cold in heart, Lindo stepped past Azra-Rose and walked into the Workhouse. Instead of going to bed, he went to where the babies slept, and closed the door behind him, and picked up little Larkspur without waking her. She stirred, and he held her close, and sat cross-legged, and rocked her, silent and cold. He would rock her for hours that night, but no song would escape his lips.

[ August 19, 2002: Message edited by: mark12_30 ]

08-17-2002, 06:01 PM	#35
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Returning from Estel's clearing, Lindo was headed for the Workhouse; for some reason he was uneasy and restless. He had hoped that the pony would cheer him up, but all he could think of then was how much he would miss Estel when Ancalimon eventually called or came back for his pony. His heart was heavy, and he didn't know why. But then he heard a strange, raspy, croaking voice that he did not know, and he froze. It did not sound like on orc-voice, not quite-- unless it was an orc with a sore throat, or... what could it be? He listened, almost holding his breath. The raspy voice was relating a story about a ship, and Mithadan. That was the man who had been at the fall of the city. But then the story continued; someone named Kali and someone named Daisy. Veritas. Angara. His heart started to pound; were those Nitir's friends? He thought that there had only been the bird, the dragon and the man; he thought that the elf had died. There were others? He listened further. Were they coming? Were they the visitors that Nitir had warned him about? He melted into a shadow, and listened. Rose? Who was Rose? And then to his astonishment, a hobbit-lass's voice responded, asking questions. Azra. Beginning to feel angry, he stealthily moved closer. The hoarse, strange voice belonged to the black and white bird. Suddenly he stood, and walked toward them, and met Azra's eyes. "Apparently I have heard much that I should not have, " he said, "but you should have been more careful. I am not the only one who is out and about at night." Azra's jaw dropped. "And Azra-- " he said, glaring pointedly at the bird and then back to Azra, "or, should I call you Rose?-- I can't help but wonder what else you have been hiding from the rest of us. But I suppose I have no business asking." He held Azra's gaze, thinking, I trusted you. I chose to trust you. Maura told me to trust both of you, you and Nitir. I hope he wasn't wrong. Suddenly cold in heart, Lindo stepped past Azra-Rose and walked into the Workhouse. Instead of going to bed, he went to where the babies slept, and closed the door behind him, and picked up little Larkspur without waking her. She stirred, and he held her close, and sat cross-legged, and rocked her, silent and cold. He would rock her for hours that night, but no song would escape his lips. [ August 19, 2002: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.