"Curse ... your names! come ... fire … Naur dan ... Wander ... from here ... and ... perish even ... you ... shown ... in ... blaze ... to darkness! ... depart ...!" Maladil said to Menelduliniel's ears. She heard all of Mithrandir's comments and watched as Poppy was beckoned up to the front.
Estelarion heard only a bit of what Menelduliniel heard, but still realized the danger that they seemed to be in while in Lord Maladil's presence. He felt what he hoped was not a false sense of security with Mithrandir around, however. The tiny Hobbit, Poppy, then stepped up, due to Mithrandir's introduction.
Both Elves looked in surprise at Mithrandir's words and seemingly reckless use of the small, appearingly defenseless Hobbit girl. They wondered what was to this small creature, as there must be some inner strength in her for Mithrandir to place her in such utter peril.
They turned, wondering what was to happen. Both put their hands towards their respective weapons. Menelduliniel's hands stood right above the scabbards to her daggers, wrapped conveniently right within reach around her thighs. Estelarion's hand twitched, preparing to grab his bow at a moment's notice.
Mithrandir briefly noted their positions out of the corner of his eye and gave a small sign to desist their motions. Both quickly obeyed, not wanting to agitate the spirits and mostly not wanting to agitate this Lord Maladil, for both felt an intense fear of this Lord.
They both awaited what Nardol would do, as he seemed to have some choice that they were unaware of beforehand. They looked curiously, wondering what was about to develop in their interesting situation...
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"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time." - Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes
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