[Judge Simon]

They buried Collette that morning in all the grandery of a Elvish princess. Galadriel came for she had grown fond of the little hobbit. The sun crept over the mountains and shown through filling the forest with a golden light. Many wept, Thengise cried silently into Jecht's shoulder. She was dressed in black attire. He wore rough clothes and a black cloak. He had pulled his hiar back except for a few small strands that were to stubborn to stay. Jecht did not weep openly. He face was like stone, but his insides were swept with inner turmoil. The elves sang their song for Collette one last time. It echoed through the forest and then they departed, though Thengise stayed. Jecht couldn't. He told one of his friends that he was going out for a ride and might not be back till night fall. He saddled up and rode out into the wild wood. The sun was high in the sky and the forest was full on life. The sun filtered through trees and it warmed Jecht and lightened his heart. He heard a snap behind him. Jecht twisted around in his saddle and looked down the path he had just come down. His eyes darted from side to side but saw no one. He turned back around and continued a few more paces when the attack came from above...

OoC-Zohariel's turn...you can start a bit before that to get your character in better, if you know what I mean... [img]smilies/evil.gif[/img]

[ October 25, 2002: Message edited by: Judge Simon ]