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Re: A Ride in the Dark
Ulfwine stared thoughtfully into the fire, a little apart from his rowdy companions. It crackled cheerily, warming the Dunlending's mind and spirit. He threw a small stick in, causing it to blaze, and pondered the recent events. He didn't like the mission he had been ordered on, whatever the Chiefs had said about the Riders of Rohan. He liked the wizard, Saruman, even less. He spat into the fire and stood up, stretching. He walked over to to his leader.
"Don't you think we should send out patrols? We are near the lands of Rohan."
The burly leader laughed and thumped him on the back. "Ahh, you young recruits! So unsure of yourself! Those Strawheads won't dare to attack us after nightfall! Now get some rest, if you aren't hingry! There is a lot of work tomorrow!"
Slightly reassured, but cautious nonetheless, Ulfwine curled up by his pack and tried to sleep.
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He awoke, hours later, after having disturbing dreams. He yawned and stood up, then started into the woods to empty his system of the large amounts of ale he had drunk the night before. He had the beginnings of a terrible headache, and stumbled through the undergrowth, tripping over prostrate, and snoring, bodies. Soon he was (by all appearances) alone. He didn't see or hear the shadowy figures approaching him from behind.
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Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000054>Steadfas tSam</A> at: 8/14/01 11:13:19 am