[Earendil Halfelven]

It was a two day journey from the city to the Seer, and they camped on the second night. Tomorrow, they were going to attack.

Again, Turthôl stared up into the sky, trying to remember. His mind started to wander when another memory entered his mind.

"Look, I’ll pick it up since I know what it is, and you just pay for it okay? I see you have enough." She stopped and pulled him around to face her.

“Here now! I’m a part of the company too so you mind how you treat me. I’m not beneath you.” Turthol snickered silently and continued walking, shrugging off the place where she had grabbed him.

“Oh no,” she said following him, “don’t leave me. Tell me exactly what we need and I’ll give my opin—”

“I don’t want your opinion. What do you know about journeys?” She opened her mouth to answer but didn’t know what to say. She thought for a minute and replied,

“Well then teach me what you know.”

What memory was that? he thought. It was one of him arguing with a woman. Her face was a little fuzzy and he couldn't recognize her, but for some reason, weird fluttery feelings welled up in his stomach when he thought of her. He felt that piece by piece, his memory was coming back. Then, another memory came back-

[I]“How dare you suggest such a thing—I never! Sorry if I’m just a friendly type of person but that doesn’t mean you’re any more special than the others!”

“If that’s true than why did you invite me outside!”

“I needed some fresh air!”

“Well it didn’t help ye did it?” They stopped their shouting just long enough for another voice to join the arguement.

“Oh, why don’t ye stop bickering and kiss her already?” said a man who was trimming the hedge. The woman blushed, stomped her foot in anger, and left.[I]

It was that same blond lady, and those same fluttery feelings came back, even though Turthôl did not know who she was. Whoever she was, she was someone he knew, and-someone he liked to argue with.

Gradually, his memory was improving.
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They approached the house of the Seer. It was in the distance and they could see Rangar and Co. standing in front of the house. Baroden signaled to the men that they should hide behind the nearest hill. They were as quiet as they could be, and they were able to get only 30 yards away. To Baroden's delight, they had not been seen.

"Turthôl, come here," he whispered. Turthôl approached where Alamar and Baroden were planning.

"Turthôl, I want you to approach and confront them from this direction. They will certainly be startled to see you. While you are distracting them, Alamar and his men will sneak from behind and attack. I'll take care of Rangar."

Turthôl nodded and stood. He crossed over the crest of the hill. The hood of the cloak still covered his face. He approached the company.

"Hey! Look! Somebody is coming!" cried a woman's voice. It was that Carmalita.

"It's that man from yesterday," said the woman Wren.

Turthôl looked from under his cloak, and saw that the two elves approached him. Then he saw Wren. His breath caught. She beared a striking resemblance to the woman in his memories.

"Halt!" cried the female elf. Turthôl did not stop. He kept walking. The rest of the company was looking at him.

"Halt!" the female elf cried again. Only 10 yards away from them, Turthôl stopped.

"Who are you?" she asked. He did not answer. Instead, he reached into his cloak and gripped his sword hilt. Suddenly, Turthôl didn't want to draw his sword. He wanted to take off the hood and show them who he was. Something was stopping him from what he was going to do. He shoved that feeling away and ignored it.

"Who are you?" they demanded.

"Somebody who wants to kill you," he said. He drew his sword. At the same time, the hood fell from his face. The look on their faces made him glad-they were utterly stunned.

Turthôl struck.

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ]