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kittiewhirl1677 · 05-20-2003, 01:58 PM

Lanbriel awoke from a long, dreamless sleep. She opened her eyes, and looked around. The other slaves were still asleep. She decided, that since there was nothing better to do, she would keep the guard. She was about to get up when somebody's footsteps came slowly, approaching her position. Suddenly, a man cried to the slaves. Lanbriel wanted to gasp, but the better of her senses kept her quiet.

The man, she realized was a one of the easterlings - a hunter. She moaned to herself, thinking that they were caught. Then, to her surprise, Fionel stood up and began talking to the hunter. She showed him her map, and he was seemingly pointing at some position. Lanbriel guessed that it was theirs. Suddenly, she noticed a shadow creeping across the moonlit gound behind the hunter.

Before her thoughts had time to tell her what it was, she saw it. She saw the blade, the gleaming, silver blade, shimmering in the moonlight. And where was the blade headed? Directly for the hunter. Her first reaction was a scream.

"Watch out!"

She shouted. She had only realized that she had prevented a killing of a bitter enemy when the hunter turned around, and somehow managed to get rid of the blade and punch the attacking man in the jaw. She then came up to him.

"Why are you here? You're a hunter!"

He just ignored her, and reached for some rope wrapped about the fallen man's chest. Then, he threw the rope to Lanbriel and gestured for her to tie the rope around the man on the ground. After his command for the other slaves to help her, they all rushed in like waves wash in to beach-rocks.

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05-20-2003, 01:58 PM	#87
kittiewhirl1677 Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Living Hell Posts: 255	Lanbriel awoke from a long, dreamless sleep. She opened her eyes, and looked around. The other slaves were still asleep. She decided, that since there was nothing better to do, she would keep the guard. She was about to get up when somebody's footsteps came slowly, approaching her position. Suddenly, a man cried to the slaves. Lanbriel wanted to gasp, but the better of her senses kept her quiet. The man, she realized was a one of the easterlings - a hunter. She moaned to herself, thinking that they were caught. Then, to her surprise, Fionel stood up and began talking to the hunter. She showed him her map, and he was seemingly pointing at some position. Lanbriel guessed that it was theirs. Suddenly, she noticed a shadow creeping across the moonlit gound behind the hunter. Before her thoughts had time to tell her what it was, she saw it. She saw the blade, the gleaming, silver blade, shimmering in the moonlight. And where was the blade headed? Directly for the hunter. Her first reaction was a scream. "Watch out!" She shouted. She had only realized that she had prevented a killing of a bitter enemy when the hunter turned around, and somehow managed to get rid of the blade and punch the attacking man in the jaw. She then came up to him. "Why are you here? You're a hunter!" He just ignored her, and reached for some rope wrapped about the fallen man's chest. Then, he threw the rope to Lanbriel and gestured for her to tie the rope around the man on the ground. After his command for the other slaves to help her, they all rushed in like waves wash in to beach-rocks. [ May 20, 2003: Message edited by: kittiewhirl1677 ] [ May 20, 2003: Message edited by: kittiewhirl1677 ] __________________ 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...