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*Varda* · 06-28-2003, 01:55 PM

Olo saw nothing but the shadows of darkness close in about him, as the opening closed behind them. Calling out amidst the gloom through which no light shone, he looked for his friends.

“Ama? Mirabella? Penny? Where are you all? Come out, this isn’t funny!” his frightened voice squeaked, but he heard no reply from any of his friends. It seemed to Olo that he sensed something moving nearby him, and a shiver ran up his spine, chilling his bones. A lump caught in his throat, and he trembled. A low hiss came out of the silence, and Olo stepped backwards, tripping and falling. As he lay on the ground, feeling something approaching him, everything went black.

***

Olo’s eyes flickered open, struggling to make sense of anything throughout the darkness. It was cold, very cold, as though it had settled into his bones, and nothing, not even the warmness of his own bed at home could get rid of it. A tear trickled down his cheek, and he sniffed, not even thinking to feel embarrassed about it, a hobbit boy crying. One thought reverberated in his head, as he remembered Ama saying “Yes and if wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be in this mess!” She had apologised afterwards…but the thought had lingered, and only affirmed his conviction that he was to blame. He wondered where she was. What if he survived, and had to go back home and break the news to her family that she was dead? And he was to blame for it all? A tear ran down his face from the other eye. What was he to do, lying here? He tried to move, to no avail.

The wight approached him, looming out of the shadows. Olo choked on his fear, his eyes wide with dread. The wight began to sing; a chilling song.

Cold be hand and heart and bone,
And cold be sleep under stone…

A wave of sleep rushed over Olo at that moment. Fighting against it desperately, he strove to stay awake, feeling sleep was the worst possible thing at that time. Panic filling his thoughts, suffocating him, Olo felt as though he was drowning in the wight’s song, unable to fight back. Moments later, exhausted, he fell into slumber.

06-28-2003, 01:55 PM	#108
Varda Maiden of Tears Join Date: May 2002 Location: Valinor. Posts: 571	Olo saw nothing but the shadows of darkness close in about him, as the opening closed behind them. Calling out amidst the gloom through which no light shone, he looked for his friends. “Ama? Mirabella? Penny? Where are you all? Come out, this isn’t funny!” his frightened voice squeaked, but he heard no reply from any of his friends. It seemed to Olo that he sensed something moving nearby him, and a shiver ran up his spine, chilling his bones. A lump caught in his throat, and he trembled. A low hiss came out of the silence, and Olo stepped backwards, tripping and falling. As he lay on the ground, feeling something approaching him, everything went black. *** Olo’s eyes flickered open, struggling to make sense of anything throughout the darkness. It was cold, very cold, as though it had settled into his bones, and nothing, not even the warmness of his own bed at home could get rid of it. A tear trickled down his cheek, and he sniffed, not even thinking to feel embarrassed about it, a hobbit boy crying. One thought reverberated in his head, as he remembered Ama saying “Yes and if wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be in this mess!” She had apologised afterwards…but the thought had lingered, and only affirmed his conviction that he was to blame. He wondered where she was. What if he survived, and had to go back home and break the news to her family that she was dead? And he was to blame for it all? A tear ran down his face from the other eye. What was he to do, lying here? He tried to move, to no avail. The wight approached him, looming out of the shadows. Olo choked on his fear, his eyes wide with dread. The wight began to sing; a chilling song. Cold be hand and heart and bone, And cold be sleep under stone… A wave of sleep rushed over Olo at that moment. Fighting against it desperately, he strove to stay awake, feeling sleep was the worst possible thing at that time. Panic filling his thoughts, suffocating him, Olo felt as though he was drowning in the wight’s song, unable to fight back. Moments later, exhausted, he fell into slumber. __________________ 'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo "Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn