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piosenniel · 12-07-2002, 02:09 AM

Holly and Olo skirted the perimeter of the camp at a run, followed by Peri. They were making for the shelter where Volondil lay. They came at it from the rear, and as they broke through the underbrush behind it, they were met by the steely-eyed young woman, Andreth, axe raised in readiness to defend herself and Volondil.

Holly stepped back from her, keeping her eyes on Andreth’s face. ‘It’s Holly, Ms. Andreth.’ she said slowly and calmly to the battle tense creature before her. Her cloak parted as she raised her hands in a non-threatening gesture, and her vest became visible. She could see the recognition come back into the woman’s eyes, and the arm which held the axe, dropped slowly to her side. ‘Holly . . .?’ she said, sighing in relief at a familiar face.

At that moment, from beneath the layer of pine boughs, came a rustling and then a voice as Bird sat up and fixed the returned Hobbit with her beady eye. ‘Where in Blue Blazes have you been, you fool of a Stoor! Running off with some sweet faced Hobbit just when old Bird needs you!’

An arrow whizzed by the Hobbit’s head, and stuck itself harmlessly in the back of the lean-to. ‘Stay down!’ she yelled at Bird. And dropping to a crouched position as she turned, nocked an arrow, and let it fly.

Holly gasped, wishing she could will the arrow back to her bow. She had mistaken the peevish Elf for a half-Orc, and shot him in the right leg . . .

[ December 07, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

12-07-2002, 02:09 AM	#116
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Holly and Olo skirted the perimeter of the camp at a run, followed by Peri. They were making for the shelter where Volondil lay. They came at it from the rear, and as they broke through the underbrush behind it, they were met by the steely-eyed young woman, Andreth, axe raised in readiness to defend herself and Volondil. Holly stepped back from her, keeping her eyes on Andreth’s face. ‘It’s Holly, Ms. Andreth.’ she said slowly and calmly to the battle tense creature before her. Her cloak parted as she raised her hands in a non-threatening gesture, and her vest became visible. She could see the recognition come back into the woman’s eyes, and the arm which held the axe, dropped slowly to her side. ‘Holly . . .?’ she said, sighing in relief at a familiar face. At that moment, from beneath the layer of pine boughs, came a rustling and then a voice as Bird sat up and fixed the returned Hobbit with her beady eye. ‘Where in Blue Blazes have you been, you fool of a Stoor! Running off with some sweet faced Hobbit just when old Bird needs you!’ An arrow whizzed by the Hobbit’s head, and stuck itself harmlessly in the back of the lean-to. ‘Stay down!’ she yelled at Bird. And dropping to a crouched position as she turned, nocked an arrow, and let it fly. Holly gasped, wishing she could will the arrow back to her bow. She had mistaken the peevish Elf for a half-Orc, and shot him in the right leg . . . [ December 07, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.