"Forgive me," Durelin began in response to all the elf's complaints. Bordarigorn was calming the group, but he had to apoligize. "I did not mean it in that way. I know that you are all magnificent in heart, mind, and strength, or you would not have the nobility to volunteer your lives for this. It is only the greatness of the danger, and I know that at a time, I would have tried to escape this danger. But I know it gave me no right to expect so little of you. Forgive me, my temper does not help, of which I am ashamed. Please, forgive me for my harsh words and lack of thought." He had spoken a bit harshly, he knew, but he had a horrible temper, and the elves complaining of him believing himself better than them was infuriating for him.
My thoughts have been troubling of late The elf felt exhausted for some reason. It seemed his dark troubling thoughts were tiring him. But how? How can thoughts tire me? He couldn't let this get to him. The group would be brought to their fate of good or ill. The end of this journey could be at any time. He couldn't face the elves looking at him in what he read as anger. Durelin hoped they wouldn't hold this against him, though at the same time, he knew he would hold it against them. He didn't care.Oh well, he thought. He really didn't give an orc's *** anymore, and that was dangerous.
He stood his ground as Bordarigorn got the group moving again. He let his six companions pass him and then followed up the rear. He hoped they would battle soon, he needed pain and the blood of his enemies to take his mind away from his dark thoughts.
[ February 16, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]
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