Durin opened his eyes and looked about him. There was a fire going, and everyone sat close, trying to escape from the wind. He sat up and tryed thinking back to what had happened.
There had been an avalanche, covering him and the rest of the company in cold, damp snow. He had felt the snow press hard against his body, making it hard to move about. He had started hacking at the snow infront of him, praying he was heading upwards, though it seemed now that he hadn't. He had felt his body grow colder and colder, and his arms had moved slower and slower. He could barely move when he had felt himself being taken out of his snow prisin, taking him to the warmth of the fire.
"Durin!" He heard his father say as he looked up."Here, have some of this!" His father said, shoving a small bowl of food infront of his face. Durin took the bowl and smiling, sat against the wall, silently eating.
[ March 25, 2003: Message edited by: Carlas ]
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