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Durelin · 05-02-2003, 08:08 PM

Tareth's mood had lightened tremendously. He had felt foolish after saying there were "too many women", especially too a woman, but Aerin kind atitude, if a bit offended, helped his spirits and embarrassment. Tareth had found a new hope in his heart, a hope that he wouldn't feel as withdrawn from the rest, withdrawn from the world, as it seemed.

Friendships to be forged. He like that. He knew enough about forging to feel comfortable thinking of it in that way. Bregand seemed to too, but, Tareth wasn't sure. He was still surprised by how much Bregand knew. He had said he was a scholar, but...he was young. He had a much better memory than Tareth would ever have, that was for sure.

He decided he might as well settle down for the night, and he unrolled his blanket roll and tossed it on the ground on the edge of the company's camp. He lay down, staring at the sky. He had always loved the night. The stars were so beautiful and wolves prowled. He heard the long note of a wolf's howl from far off and smiled. Everyone was convinced that wolves were minions of Sauron, dark creatures, used by him to kill. But, Tareth had always argued, if only in his mind, that horses were also used by Sauron during his times of power. Everyone used horses, why not wolves? But, they were not the type of animal to be used, they were so free.

That fact had disrupted Tareth's defense at one point, but he had worked that out after hearing about wargs. Wargs were supposedly smarter; they could have lead wolves to kill men or elves. Wolves hunted, all the wargs had to do was show them the humans, tell them they were good to hunt. He was sure of it. Wolves couldn't be bad, they weren't created by the Dark Lord! But, everyone had always seen the night as haven to evil doings. But- Tareth cut off his thoughts. He had thought through this too many times, it was best to leave it alone.

For a while Tareth lay on the ground trying to sleep, but sleep never came. His mind was filled with thoughts, questions, and worry of tomorrow's events. At one point his mind strayed to the chance of him dying. He murmured out loud, "Death comes for us all," and switched his line of thought back to the wolves. He pictured a pack of wolves, running in the night. The wisp of cloud passed across the moon, making the light misty, falling to the ground in an eerie off-white. He thought of home, of his father's forge. He could feel the hammer in his hand as he went through the steps of forging a blade in his mind, passing the time. A wolf howled in the distance and he smiled.

[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

05-02-2003, 08:08 PM	#45
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Tareth's mood had lightened tremendously. He had felt foolish after saying there were "too many women", especially too a woman, but Aerin kind atitude, if a bit offended, helped his spirits and embarrassment. Tareth had found a new hope in his heart, a hope that he wouldn't feel as withdrawn from the rest, withdrawn from the world, as it seemed. Friendships to be forged. He like that. He knew enough about forging to feel comfortable thinking of it in that way. Bregand seemed to too, but, Tareth wasn't sure. He was still surprised by how much Bregand knew. He had said he was a scholar, but...he was young. He had a much better memory than Tareth would ever have, that was for sure. He decided he might as well settle down for the night, and he unrolled his blanket roll and tossed it on the ground on the edge of the company's camp. He lay down, staring at the sky. He had always loved the night. The stars were so beautiful and wolves prowled. He heard the long note of a wolf's howl from far off and smiled. Everyone was convinced that wolves were minions of Sauron, dark creatures, used by him to kill. But, Tareth had always argued, if only in his mind, that horses were also used by Sauron during his times of power. Everyone used horses, why not wolves? But, they were not the type of animal to be used, they were so free. That fact had disrupted Tareth's defense at one point, but he had worked that out after hearing about wargs. Wargs were supposedly smarter; they could have lead wolves to kill men or elves. Wolves hunted, all the wargs had to do was show them the humans, tell them they were good to hunt. He was sure of it. Wolves couldn't be bad, they weren't created by the Dark Lord! But, everyone had always seen the night as haven to evil doings. But- Tareth cut off his thoughts. He had thought through this too many times, it was best to leave it alone. For a while Tareth lay on the ground trying to sleep, but sleep never came. His mind was filled with thoughts, questions, and worry of tomorrow's events. At one point his mind strayed to the chance of him dying. He murmured out loud, "Death comes for us all," and switched his line of thought back to the wolves. He pictured a pack of wolves, running in the night. The wisp of cloud passed across the moon, making the light misty, falling to the ground in an eerie off-white. He thought of home, of his father's forge. He could feel the hammer in his hand as he went through the steps of forging a blade in his mind, passing the time. A wolf howled in the distance and he smiled. [ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]