Lanbriel stood among the confusion. Desolyn's plan, she thought was crazy. Actually, the idea of running away was twice as crazy. Desolyn's plan may have not had a chance, but it gave the slaves something to do, something to lay their hopes on. While on the other hand, running away would make them frightened and much more vulnerable.
"I guess I see now. There is a certain... potential in your plan." Lanbriel nodded finally.
"I don't guarantee it's going to work, but it has a better chance of succeeding than just... just running away." Desolyn replied, trying to reassure the girl as much as she could.
"Yes, but one problem." Lanbriel continued. "The hunters you know, they could set traps too. I mean, your first thought about this would probably be something like 'They wouldn't want to set a trap! They would just simply catch us and kill us with their knives and swords.' But then again, if they figure out we're using traps, they could set up a backfire. Something like that."
"I guess I see your point, but we all realized that the moment I told you the plan!" Desolyn pointed out.
"Yes, but I thought maybe if we first decide on how to rid them of their weapons, they'll slowly start coming down to a level of defencelessness just like ours. Then we rid them of their horses, and the rest is obvious."
Lanbriel looked for understanding faces among the group of slaves, but most of the slaves were still decyphering her message, slowly, in their head.
Yes, she sometimes had a kind of manner to blabber or just spill it all out in one shot, and it would take a second time to explain it. She just hoped that she didn't have to take a second shot at this. They didn't have the time.
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The world was young, the mountains green. No stain yet on the moon was seen. No words were laid on stream or stone, When Durin woke and walked alone...
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