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kittiewhirl1677 · 05-29-2003, 02:32 PM

Lanbriel sat by a tree, her legs crossed. She looked up at the sky, her last reminder of what freedom was. Rhunnaro had told them to think about what they were to do: seek their own individual paths, or to come with the group.

She didn't know what to do. What would be the point of going to Minas Tirith? Her father was long dead, and her mother had disappeared when she was but a child. All her family had either died in battle or lived too far off.

She had no money, nothing to help her start her life anew. She at least could have had something to sell, but no. Other than her ripped, dirty clothes, and her rusty, chipped dagger she had nothing.

Maybe, maybe she could start her life in the wilderness, once they got out of Nurn? Maybe she could build a shelter and live out her days there. By that time, the hunt would be over, and she would be free. She would have no need for people, as they would have no need for her.

No, these thoughts would be for another time. When she was poor and hungry, maybe that's when she would put this backup plan in use.

She suddenly relized that she had gone from staring up at the sky to twiddling a giant, soft green leaf in her hands. The leaf was comfortable to hold. All this was making her a little agitated, thinking about her future. She needed to tear at something. Without thinking, she started trying to rip the leaf.

No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't give! It was soft, pleasant to the touch, but it just wouldn't rip! Suddenly, she had an idea. She looked up at the tree she was leaning on. There were tons of similar-looking leaves up above! She ripped a few off, and wrapped them about one of her worst injuries - on her arm. There was a gash, still slightly bleeding, from when she had rolled down the hill. She wrapped the leaves around her arm, where the gash was, and tied it all with a strong piece of the long grass.

Her idea worked! The leaf stayed firmly in place. It worked like a miracle. It was soft, preventing any uncomfort to the wound, and strong, not ripping no matter what she did to it. The grass held it firm and tight, but not too tight.
She was not very good at healing, but she did have some teaching a little before she was taken into slavery. They would all apply their own medicines, but at least she had finally found a good bandage.
She stood up, and shouted to the rest of the slaves.
"I think I found what you all need."

No more needed to be said, as she waved her wrapped arm at the others. They all came rushing around her, trying to be the first ones to see how the bandage worked.

[ May 29, 2003: Message edited by: kittiewhirl1677 ]

05-29-2003, 02:32 PM	#117
kittiewhirl1677 Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Living Hell Posts: 255	Lanbriel sat by a tree, her legs crossed. She looked up at the sky, her last reminder of what freedom was. Rhunnaro had told them to think about what they were to do: seek their own individual paths, or to come with the group. She didn't know what to do. What would be the point of going to Minas Tirith? Her father was long dead, and her mother had disappeared when she was but a child. All her family had either died in battle or lived too far off. She had no money, nothing to help her start her life anew. She at least could have had something to sell, but no. Other than her ripped, dirty clothes, and her rusty, chipped dagger she had nothing. Maybe, maybe she could start her life in the wilderness, once they got out of Nurn? Maybe she could build a shelter and live out her days there. By that time, the hunt would be over, and she would be free. She would have no need for people, as they would have no need for her. No, these thoughts would be for another time. When she was poor and hungry, maybe that's when she would put this backup plan in use. She suddenly relized that she had gone from staring up at the sky to twiddling a giant, soft green leaf in her hands. The leaf was comfortable to hold. All this was making her a little agitated, thinking about her future. She needed to tear at something. Without thinking, she started trying to rip the leaf. No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't give! It was soft, pleasant to the touch, but it just wouldn't rip! Suddenly, she had an idea. She looked up at the tree she was leaning on. There were tons of similar-looking leaves up above! She ripped a few off, and wrapped them about one of her worst injuries - on her arm. There was a gash, still slightly bleeding, from when she had rolled down the hill. She wrapped the leaves around her arm, where the gash was, and tied it all with a strong piece of the long grass. Her idea worked! The leaf stayed firmly in place. It worked like a miracle. It was soft, preventing any uncomfort to the wound, and strong, not ripping no matter what she did to it. The grass held it firm and tight, but not too tight. She was not very good at healing, but she did have some teaching a little before she was taken into slavery. They would all apply their own medicines, but at least she had finally found a good bandage. She stood up, and shouted to the rest of the slaves. "I think I found what you all need." No more needed to be said, as she waved her wrapped arm at the others. They all came rushing around her, trying to be the first ones to see how the bandage worked. [ May 29, 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...