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***Mithadan*** · 01-03-2003, 10:48 PM

Nardol tossed and moaned in his sleep. As was so often the case, the night brought him no peace.

I can bear it no longer. There is too much sorrow here. Too many memories. I must go.

No! Do not leave me. Stay. We will befriend their kind no longer. We will separate ourselves from their ills.

They were worthy of our friendship. That is not the point. When their foes came and their people had fled, they hid me. They were true and suffered from no ills. And I watched. They stood alone, unarmed. They slew him for no reason other than that he was there. And she...they tormented her with knives and carved upon her body for their amusement as she lay screaming. They were our friends. She died in your arms and you gave her solace such as you could. Our friends were not evil. Stay if you must. I am weary. I must go. But do not turn away from those of good heart.

They have caused this. Their kind. They are faithless. But do not lose faith yourself. I did not endure the torment of Angband to lose you. Stay but a while longer!

It is you who have lost faith. Perhaps that is why you must stay. But I am worn thin and have seen too many seasons. I must go.

Nardol's cry tore through the night and woke the camp. Gandalf rushed over to stand by him with a light burning at the end of his staff. Nardol could not meet his eyes nor bear the gaze of the others around him. He buried his head in his hands. "It was nothing. I am sorry..."

[ January 03, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ]

01-03-2003, 10:48 PM	#227
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,394	Nardol tossed and moaned in his sleep. As was so often the case, the night brought him no peace. I can bear it no longer. There is too much sorrow here. Too many memories. I must go. No! Do not leave me. Stay. We will befriend their kind no longer. We will separate ourselves from their ills. They were worthy of our friendship. That is not the point. When their foes came and their people had fled, they hid me. They were true and suffered from no ills. And I watched. They stood alone, unarmed. They slew him for no reason other than that he was there. And she...they tormented her with knives and carved upon her body for their amusement as she lay screaming. They were our friends. She died in your arms and you gave her solace such as you could. Our friends were not evil. Stay if you must. I am weary. I must go. But do not turn away from those of good heart. They have caused this. Their kind. They are faithless. But do not lose faith yourself. I did not endure the torment of Angband to lose you. Stay but a while longer! It is you who have lost faith. Perhaps that is why you must stay. But I am worn thin and have seen too many seasons. I must go. Nardol's cry tore through the night and woke the camp. Gandalf rushed over to stand by him with a light burning at the end of his staff. Nardol could not meet his eyes nor bear the gaze of the others around him. He buried his head in his hands. "It was nothing. I am sorry..." [ January 03, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ] __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.