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Durelin · 02-13-2003, 06:19 PM

Durelin listened intently as Bordarigorn told him of Anuion's situation. "All I can say for now is that Anuion is being held hostage in a cave in the Brown Lands. I think that there are about 100 in the cave when we get there. We can't go directly to it, but will go arround my origenal route, because we could encounter the army that will attack Calas Galadhon. I will fill you and the others in tomorrow in the same room as you aditioned. Have a good night sleep for now friend."

Durelin nodded to the man then hurried off.
A good night sleep? I will be up long preparing. This is going to be a larger struggle than I first believed.

The elf began packing for the journey. He had to be careful, he couldn't afford to forget anything that was a neccesity, adn he couldn't take anything that wasn't. He would need a variety of weapons, this was going to result in a very fierce struggle. Durelin reached under his bed and pulled out a large wooden chest. He unlocked it and opened it to reveal a large and ornate sword. he picked it up and it fit so perfectly in his hand, he held it with such ease. He twirled it switching from hand to hand. It glimmered and whirred as he swung it through the air faster and faster. Suddenly he stopped, his hand dropped and he let out a depressed sigh. The blade had been his father's. As a young lad, he had never questioned his father about its strangeness, for it was like no blade made by elves. So, it was a mystery to him, and there was no way to ask his father now...

Was it now seven centuries ago? Yes, it is one of the few things I can remember that long ago. The goblins were stirring a bit too much for comfort...they sent out a party to maintain them. There were so many...it was a slaughter. Two escaped. The rest were to proud to. My father and his pride! So he left his children, mother was a human, she was long dead, all because of his pride!

Durelin's gripped the sword tighter and tighter. Finally his rage escaped and he bagan slashing the sword, hacking and bashing the wooden chest to pieces. After there was little left of the chest to hack, he returned to his senses. I cannot let him bring me to such rage. I cannot let anything... If there was only one thing he learned from his father, it was the ability to control his feelings. Durelin sighed desperately and completed his packing. He finished sooner than he thought, with the thought of having to carry what he took a long way. I will get sleep after all.

Durelin awoke just after dawn the next morning. It was another thing he had trained himself to do. He quickly dressed and fully armed himself. It felt good to put all of his familiar weapons at his side and on his back. It felt good to put on his old green travelling cloak. He almost ran down to the hall to find he was the first on there. He waited patiently until slowly, the others filed in. Durelin was suprised when the Lady Galadriel herself came in and said she would inform Bordarigorn of their waiting. Soon after, the man came in and led them to the room he had recruited them in.

He listened carefully as Bordarigorn spoke, he had to pick out everything he could to help him on this journey. And help them all. It was a good plan, but it would be tricky, so very tricky... As Bordarigorn finished and asked for questions Durelin hoped there were none. But Maeralagos stood up and asked, "There are just seven of us. How will we manage to do this?"

Durelin smiled and saw Bordarigorn do the same. The elf trusted Bordarigorn to answer the question thoroughly.

"Simple my friend. Sauron may have created a big army. But he has not chosen the best allies. Orcs and Easterlings hate eichother and will take every chanse to kill eichother too. I have managed to get my hands on an Orcish arrow. They have patrols every three hours. I will shoot one of the Easterlings with the arrow. The Easterlings will attack the Orcs. In the chaos that is created there, we will attack. They will never know what hit them. Anyone else?"

Durelin had to ask it, he just had to. He had waited patiently long enough. Anuion was in danger every second they sat here and talked. He stood and said in a cheery voice, "I have one. Can we go now?"

Durelin was gladdened by Bordarigorn's answer. "Yes you are right Durelin. We should go with speed. I was just taking care that everyone knew what he was up to. Now, is everybody still ready to go or do we need to find another companion?"

Finally! Will I be glad I joined this search when the scrap begins? he thought. Yes, I will be. I do it for Anuion, Bordarigorn, and himself. He needed change. He had grown accustomed to the long, dusty road, and he missed it. This brought him back to it. Ah, it will feel good to slit an orc throat once again!

[ February 14, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

02-13-2003, 06:19 PM	#49
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Durelin listened intently as Bordarigorn told him of Anuion's situation. "All I can say for now is that Anuion is being held hostage in a cave in the Brown Lands. I think that there are about 100 in the cave when we get there. We can't go directly to it, but will go arround my origenal route, because we could encounter the army that will attack Calas Galadhon. I will fill you and the others in tomorrow in the same room as you aditioned. Have a good night sleep for now friend." Durelin nodded to the man then hurried off. A good night sleep? I will be up long preparing. This is going to be a larger struggle than I first believed. The elf began packing for the journey. He had to be careful, he couldn't afford to forget anything that was a neccesity, adn he couldn't take anything that wasn't. He would need a variety of weapons, this was going to result in a very fierce struggle. Durelin reached under his bed and pulled out a large wooden chest. He unlocked it and opened it to reveal a large and ornate sword. he picked it up and it fit so perfectly in his hand, he held it with such ease. He twirled it switching from hand to hand. It glimmered and whirred as he swung it through the air faster and faster. Suddenly he stopped, his hand dropped and he let out a depressed sigh. The blade had been his father's. As a young lad, he had never questioned his father about its strangeness, for it was like no blade made by elves. So, it was a mystery to him, and there was no way to ask his father now... Was it now seven centuries ago? Yes, it is one of the few things I can remember that long ago. The goblins were stirring a bit too much for comfort...they sent out a party to maintain them. There were so many...it was a slaughter. Two escaped. The rest were to proud to. My father and his pride! So he left his children, mother was a human, she was long dead, all because of his pride! Durelin's gripped the sword tighter and tighter. Finally his rage escaped and he bagan slashing the sword, hacking and bashing the wooden chest to pieces. After there was little left of the chest to hack, he returned to his senses. I cannot let him bring me to such rage. I cannot let anything... If there was only one thing he learned from his father, it was the ability to control his feelings. Durelin sighed desperately and completed his packing. He finished sooner than he thought, with the thought of having to carry what he took a long way. I will get sleep after all. Durelin awoke just after dawn the next morning. It was another thing he had trained himself to do. He quickly dressed and fully armed himself. It felt good to put all of his familiar weapons at his side and on his back. It felt good to put on his old green travelling cloak. He almost ran down to the hall to find he was the first on there. He waited patiently until slowly, the others filed in. Durelin was suprised when the Lady Galadriel herself came in and said she would inform Bordarigorn of their waiting. Soon after, the man came in and led them to the room he had recruited them in. He listened carefully as Bordarigorn spoke, he had to pick out everything he could to help him on this journey. And help them all. It was a good plan, but it would be tricky, so very tricky... As Bordarigorn finished and asked for questions Durelin hoped there were none. But Maeralagos stood up and asked, "There are just seven of us. How will we manage to do this?" Durelin smiled and saw Bordarigorn do the same. The elf trusted Bordarigorn to answer the question thoroughly. "Simple my friend. Sauron may have created a big army. But he has not chosen the best allies. Orcs and Easterlings hate eichother and will take every chanse to kill eichother too. I have managed to get my hands on an Orcish arrow. They have patrols every three hours. I will shoot one of the Easterlings with the arrow. The Easterlings will attack the Orcs. In the chaos that is created there, we will attack. They will never know what hit them. Anyone else?" Durelin had to ask it, he just had to. He had waited patiently long enough. Anuion was in danger every second they sat here and talked. He stood and said in a cheery voice, "I have one. Can we go now?" Durelin was gladdened by Bordarigorn's answer. "Yes you are right Durelin. We should go with speed. I was just taking care that everyone knew what he was up to. Now, is everybody still ready to go or do we need to find another companion?" Finally! Will I be glad I joined this search when the scrap begins? he thought. Yes, I will be. I do it for Anuion, Bordarigorn, and himself. He needed change. He had grown accustomed to the long, dusty road, and he missed it. This brought him back to it. Ah, it will feel good to slit an orc throat once again! [ February 14, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]