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mark12_30 · 09-22-2002, 06:08 PM

The smell of eggs blended with strange seaweedy and briny smells, but mingled with that, Cami and Rose happily recognized the scent of Searooms. The homey mushroom smell worked its wonders on the hobbit psyche, and both the land-hobbits felt themselves relaxing right down to their toes. Cami sighed, and stepped out to the doorway to let the wind and moist air refresh her. The rain still fell.

Beside her, the still, hot form of Angara sent up little wisps of steam with every raindrop that hit her, and Cami laughed.

"Dinner, " called the Hobbrim lasses, and Cami and Rose let the scent of Searooms pull them into the inner rooms, where the meal was now ready.

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Phura and Gamba sat on the stony lip overlooking the river, both daydreaming. The children sat between them lined up, trying to swing their heels, and wondering what Gamba and Phura were thinking.

"Your dream, " Phura said. "The one about the waters rushing in after Levanto came and spoke to the children. Do you know what it reminds me of?"

"Well, it reminds me of Tol Fuin, " Gamba replied.

Phura nodded. "Yes. I was thinking the same thing."

Gamba shifted uneasily. "Do worlds drown whenever Nitir and Azra show up?"

Phura shook his head. "They're important, but they're just hobbits, like us."

"How do you know?"

"Silly. If they were more powerful, the songs wouldn't be about them singing lullabyes."

"Oh."

Gamba pondered while Phura dreamed.

"There's a storm out to sea, " Phura murmured. "Can you feel it?"

"Well, it's muggy, and I can hear the wind."

"It's more. Doesn't it pull and pull at your soul?"

Gamba looked at his big brother, puzzled. "Should it?"

Phura suddenly seemed on the verge of tears, which he bit back. "I just wondered if you could feel it, that's all."

"All I can really feel, " said Gamba, "is I'm afraid they'll come for one of us next. I hate going to bed. I hate wondering who is going to disappear."

"I know." Phura came back to his little family, for a while, for his brother's sake, and tried to be there for him. But shortly after that his soul took flight again, down the river to the sea and into the heart of the storm.

Gamba studied his brother, and saw no fear; only longing. Wild, sad, hopelessly hopeful longing, seemingly growing more intensely painful with each breath he drew.

Gamba watched his brother for a while, and tried to understand what lure or promise a storm might hold for him, and why it was important, and what it meant. But all he could see in his own heart were freshly filled graves.

He shook himself, and in order to try and forget the graves, began reviewing a poem. It wasn't a Ladros poem. It was from Tol Fuin.

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09-22-2002, 06:08 PM	#9
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	The smell of eggs blended with strange seaweedy and briny smells, but mingled with that, Cami and Rose happily recognized the scent of Searooms. The homey mushroom smell worked its wonders on the hobbit psyche, and both the land-hobbits felt themselves relaxing right down to their toes. Cami sighed, and stepped out to the doorway to let the wind and moist air refresh her. The rain still fell. Beside her, the still, hot form of Angara sent up little wisps of steam with every raindrop that hit her, and Cami laughed. "Dinner, " called the Hobbrim lasses, and Cami and Rose let the scent of Searooms pull them into the inner rooms, where the meal was now ready. *********************** Phura and Gamba sat on the stony lip overlooking the river, both daydreaming. The children sat between them lined up, trying to swing their heels, and wondering what Gamba and Phura were thinking. "Your dream, " Phura said. "The one about the waters rushing in after Levanto came and spoke to the children. Do you know what it reminds me of?" "Well, it reminds me of Tol Fuin, " Gamba replied. Phura nodded. "Yes. I was thinking the same thing." Gamba shifted uneasily. "Do worlds drown whenever Nitir and Azra show up?" Phura shook his head. "They're important, but they're just hobbits, like us." "How do you know?" "Silly. If they were more powerful, the songs wouldn't be about them singing lullabyes." "Oh." Gamba pondered while Phura dreamed. "There's a storm out to sea, " Phura murmured. "Can you feel it?" "Well, it's muggy, and I can hear the wind." "It's more. Doesn't it pull and pull at your soul?" Gamba looked at his big brother, puzzled. "Should it?" Phura suddenly seemed on the verge of tears, which he bit back. "I just wondered if you could feel it, that's all." "All I can really feel, " said Gamba, "is I'm afraid they'll come for one of us next. I hate going to bed. I hate wondering who is going to disappear." "I know." Phura came back to his little family, for a while, for his brother's sake, and tried to be there for him. But shortly after that his soul took flight again, down the river to the sea and into the heart of the storm. Gamba studied his brother, and saw no fear; only longing. Wild, sad, hopelessly hopeful longing, seemingly growing more intensely painful with each breath he drew. Gamba watched his brother for a while, and tried to understand what lure or promise a storm might hold for him, and why it was important, and what it meant. But all he could see in his own heart were freshly filled graves. He shook himself, and in order to try and forget the graves, began reviewing a poem. It wasn't a Ladros poem. It was from Tol Fuin. [ September 23, 2002: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] [ October 04, 2002: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.