Bulvard leapt to his feet and drew his sword, it was almost dawn and the sun was yet to rise. He prepared to strike this shadowy form as it moved toward him but then it cried out in a low voice, "Please, I am no orc."
"Who are you?" asked the tall warrior, glaring down at the hooded and cloaked figure.
"I am Tumnaooriel!" repiled the terrified creature and removed her hood. In the pale light her silken hair fell in clusters around her neck and shoulders and Bulvard gasped. His blood froze and he stood stunned and silent as if he had seen a ghost.
He opened his mouth tp speak, but could only utter a hoarse whisper, " Fiona...!"
He staggered backward and fell onto the tree, his sword fell to the ground with a clang...." I must be dreaming," He uttered, " What sorcery is this..."
Tumnaooriel watched the man recoil and flail his arms around as if stung by poison, she looked at him in horror and cried out for help.
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IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!
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