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Carrûn · 04-01-2003, 08:59 PM

Awyrgan returned Rochelle's grin but it was half-heared; he did not share in her elation. He watched as she called her horse to her and nodded in admiration as the great stallion came running over the land towards her.

It felt strange really. Here he was returning two children he had never met to parents he had never met; something he had never intended on doing and yet ended up right in the middle of. He smirked. I should be more choice in my companions if I wish to avoid such involvement in the future. His smirk turned to a grimace and he re-bandaged the gash on his shoulder where the rock had once embedded itself.

His mind was wandering as he contemplated what to do next. He had seen Dol Amroth, as he had planned, and it was time to move on. But where to? I have no family, few friends. Plenty of enemies but one does not need to go looking for them. He considered continuing in his current direction into the Far South, maybe to figure out why so many of the corsairs had sailed. Yet something in the back of his mind told him that this issue was already being addressed by others and the situation was in hand.

Another part of him longed to return to his "homelands" in the North. Rochelle had her horse and the grasses of Rohan and the forests of Mirkwood. Awrygan had the chilly hills and dells of the northlands. It had been quite a few years since he visited the North Downs or the Ettenmoors. A cruel part of him wondered for a moment about returning to Mordor to see if anything had changed for the better since he had left. He shivvered slightly at the memories. Finally he decided he would make for the land of Eregion, a spot that evoked sadness from him but also gave him peace.

Having made up his mind he looked around. Jem and the children were talking with the parents and Rochelle was busy re-uniting with her horse. He considered speaking with the parents but decided against it. Not one for goodbyes he moved quickly like a wraith into the rows of tall grass, dropping a small stone with the elvish ruins for "A" carved on them. Once out of site he headed off in the direction he had chosen, ever the wanderer.

04-01-2003, 08:59 PM	#186
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	Awyrgan returned Rochelle's grin but it was half-heared; he did not share in her elation. He watched as she called her horse to her and nodded in admiration as the great stallion came running over the land towards her. It felt strange really. Here he was returning two children he had never met to parents he had never met; something he had never intended on doing and yet ended up right in the middle of. He smirked. I should be more choice in my companions if I wish to avoid such involvement in the future. His smirk turned to a grimace and he re-bandaged the gash on his shoulder where the rock had once embedded itself. His mind was wandering as he contemplated what to do next. He had seen Dol Amroth, as he had planned, and it was time to move on. But where to? I have no family, few friends. Plenty of enemies but one does not need to go looking for them. He considered continuing in his current direction into the Far South, maybe to figure out why so many of the corsairs had sailed. Yet something in the back of his mind told him that this issue was already being addressed by others and the situation was in hand. Another part of him longed to return to his "homelands" in the North. Rochelle had her horse and the grasses of Rohan and the forests of Mirkwood. Awrygan had the chilly hills and dells of the northlands. It had been quite a few years since he visited the North Downs or the Ettenmoors. A cruel part of him wondered for a moment about returning to Mordor to see if anything had changed for the better since he had left. He shivvered slightly at the memories. Finally he decided he would make for the land of Eregion, a spot that evoked sadness from him but also gave him peace. Having made up his mind he looked around. Jem and the children were talking with the parents and Rochelle was busy re-uniting with her horse. He considered speaking with the parents but decided against it. Not one for goodbyes he moved quickly like a wraith into the rows of tall grass, dropping a small stone with the elvish ruins for "A" carved on them. Once out of site he headed off in the direction he had chosen, ever the wanderer. __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."