[shieldmaiden]

Baranthôl, Ulfwine and Dwarin were waiting for Thenamir to come back and bring news. They sat in the shadow of a tall bush and whispered, not daring to talk louder.
“I can’t believe we did nothing to help Gurthden!” – Baranthôl whispered desperatelly. “We didn’t even bury his body the way he deserves.”
“There was no time for that. And he was way beyond our help, anyway. It would have taken ours to get to him and remove those rocks. At least this way no Orc or a beast can find him and carnage his body. ” – answered Dwarin.
"But he might have been alive. Maybe he-”
“There was no chance that he could survive that fall.” - Dwarin interrupted her. “Stop thinking like that. You’ll drive yourself mad.”
“I think I already am.”
Ulfwine didn’t say a word. From his hands Gurthden had slipped. He was the last one to look into his eyes and it haunted him.
“Of all this party he was my closest friend, if I ever had one. We went through many things together. I just can’t get used to the fact that he is not among the living any more.”- Baranthôl said. The three plunged into silence. That was the way Thenamir found them when he returned from his little spying mission.

[ March 02, 2003: Message edited by: shieldmaiden ]