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Dark-Caranthir · 09-06-2002, 12:10 PM

Mornovarion opened his eyes.
He was in the woods, at least he wasn't back in the Dark Tower. But then he thought of all the lives he was about to betray, and began to weep. He cursed himself for being so weak-minded, so foolish. In the future, people would remember him, Mornovarion the Weak-Willed, Mornovarion the Traitor.
He began to look for a stream to drown himself in. But a voice rang in his head, "No, you must do the Lord's bidding, now!" With this a jolt of pain shot through Mornovarion and he set off north.

09-06-2002, 12:10 PM	#332
Dark-Caranthir Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Somewhere beyond the Sea Posts: 52	Mornovarion opened his eyes. He was in the woods, at least he wasn't back in the Dark Tower. But then he thought of all the lives he was about to betray, and began to weep. He cursed himself for being so weak-minded, so foolish. In the future, people would remember him, Mornovarion the Weak-Willed, Mornovarion the Traitor. He began to look for a stream to drown himself in. But a voice rang in his head, "No, you must do the Lord's bidding, now!" With this a jolt of pain shot through Mornovarion and he set off north. __________________ A Elbereth Githoniel silivren penna miriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-diriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Faunilos, le linnathon nef aear, si nef aearon!