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Earendil Halfelven · 06-20-2003, 03:34 PM

"Do you really think that after 1891 years on this earth, I will alow myself to be killed by the man I saw grow? You are sadly mistaken." She pushed back, though Turthôl was not knocked off balance.

"You have gotten quicker" she said to him as she met his scimitar again and kicked him in the stomach. But he came back with a series of blows which were too strong for the elf. She was knocked to the ground and Turthôl stabbed her straight through her right shoulder. Énien cried out in the seething pain. She looked at her shoulder, blood was filling out from her tunic, the elf felt a little dizzy. She looked Turthôl in the eye and smiled evily, "Now you have your chance, finish me you coward!" Tuthôl raised his scimitar to kill but then it hit him like a cave troll's punch:

"Why do I get the feeling you have gazed apon Imladris before?" Enien asked him.

He was still gazing into the fire as he replied. "I grew up there as a child. Since there are few of my kin left in the world, the Elven folk raised me in the Dúnedain ways. If your from there, we might have known each other once. It has been about 8 years since I last saw Imladris. I do not care to see it again."

"Yes, I think we did, but you were small..." She replied.

He had grown up in Imladris...an elven city and he had been friends with Enien there while he was a boy...

He looked at the fallen elf with a wound in her shoulder, a wound Turthôl had given him. What was he doing? Who were these people he had attacked?

Wren ran over to help the downed elf.

“You’re a sick man, Turthôl, a very sick man. Betrayal? To Rangar? To Énien? To me??” The ranger stared at her, dumbfounded. “I thought—” she stammered, anger beginning to block her mind. “OH! No it all comes together! When you were ‘tracking’ Baroden to Tharbad! You were really going there to meet up with him! Very smooth! Well you certainly had me going! The way you risked everything you had for Rangar. I didn’t realize it until after you fell overboard, but there is a lot more to you than meets the eye, that you probably don’t even know about yourself! You were very strong in character, and you loved Rangar like he was your own brother. To betray him now is something that—” “Something that Sartir would do!!”

It all rushed back to him. Everything...his whole life...when he met Rangar...the beginning at Bree...the attack in the Southdowns...their rescue of Wren...Baroden's attack on Rangar...his pursuit of Baroden to Tharbad...their journey through Rohan...the stop at the Chambria mansion...the rope on the ship...

Sartir. He had vowed to never betray his friends, but he had done the thing that he most hated. He was a traitor. He had betrayed everyone, and almost had killed his companion.

He knew who he was. He was Turthôl of the Dúnedain, friend of Rangar, and he had betrayed his friends.

Instead of striking Enien, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees. He looked at Enien and then to Wren.

"What have I done?" he muttered.

06-20-2003, 03:34 PM	#233
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	"Do you really think that after 1891 years on this earth, I will alow myself to be killed by the man I saw grow? You are sadly mistaken." She pushed back, though Turthôl was not knocked off balance. "You have gotten quicker" she said to him as she met his scimitar again and kicked him in the stomach. But he came back with a series of blows which were too strong for the elf. She was knocked to the ground and Turthôl stabbed her straight through her right shoulder. Énien cried out in the seething pain. She looked at her shoulder, blood was filling out from her tunic, the elf felt a little dizzy. She looked Turthôl in the eye and smiled evily, "Now you have your chance, finish me you coward!" Tuthôl raised his scimitar to kill but then it hit him like a cave troll's punch: "Why do I get the feeling you have gazed apon Imladris before?" Enien asked him. He was still gazing into the fire as he replied. "I grew up there as a child. Since there are few of my kin left in the world, the Elven folk raised me in the Dúnedain ways. If your from there, we might have known each other once. It has been about 8 years since I last saw Imladris. I do not care to see it again." "Yes, I think we did, but you were small..." She replied. He had grown up in Imladris...an elven city and he had been friends with Enien there while he was a boy... He looked at the fallen elf with a wound in her shoulder, a wound Turthôl had given him. What was he doing? Who were these people he had attacked? Wren ran over to help the downed elf. “You’re a sick man, Turthôl, a very sick man. Betrayal? To Rangar? To Énien? To me??” The ranger stared at her, dumbfounded. “I thought—” she stammered, anger beginning to block her mind. “OH! No it all comes together! When you were ‘tracking’ Baroden to Tharbad! You were really going there to meet up with him! Very smooth! Well you certainly had me going! The way you risked everything you had for Rangar. I didn’t realize it until after you fell overboard, but there is a lot more to you than meets the eye, that you probably don’t even know about yourself! You were very strong in character, and you loved Rangar like he was your own brother. To betray him now is something that—” “Something that Sartir would do!!” It all rushed back to him. Everything...his whole life...when he met Rangar...the beginning at Bree...the attack in the Southdowns...their rescue of Wren...Baroden's attack on Rangar...his pursuit of Baroden to Tharbad...their journey through Rohan...the stop at the Chambria mansion...the rope on the ship... Sartir. He had vowed to never betray his friends, but he had done the thing that he most hated. He was a traitor. He had betrayed everyone, and almost had killed his companion. He knew who he was. He was Turthôl of the Dúnedain, friend of Rangar, and he had betrayed his friends. Instead of striking Enien, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees. He looked at Enien and then to Wren. "What have I done?" he muttered. __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.