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***Mithadan*** · 02-20-2003, 03:02 PM

As the shades rushed towards the door, Nardol drew his blade. Then he turned to Poppy, who seemed uncertain whether to follow. "It might be best if you left the swordplay to the larger folk, little one. Maybe you should stay here while I go to the aid of our friends."

If Poppy, was startled to hear the word 'friends' issue from Nardol's mouth, he seemed just as surprised. He shook his head and chuckled. Then he smiled down at the young Hobbit. "It is your choice, but if you follow, take care." With that, he ran out the door.

A quick glance around the courtyard revealed a point where the wall was partially obscured by a tree. He leapt up and perched there, setting his sword on the stone ledge, and pulled his bow from his shoulder. Nocking an arrow, he squinted in the dark at the advancing torches. When he could descry the silhouettes of the advancing Orcs, he let his arrow fly, quickly replacing it with a second which he loosed as well. Then he waited for a clearer target...

[ February 20, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ]

02-20-2003, 03:02 PM	#34
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,393	As the shades rushed towards the door, Nardol drew his blade. Then he turned to Poppy, who seemed uncertain whether to follow. "It might be best if you left the swordplay to the larger folk, little one. Maybe you should stay here while I go to the aid of our friends." If Poppy, was startled to hear the word 'friends' issue from Nardol's mouth, he seemed just as surprised. He shook his head and chuckled. Then he smiled down at the young Hobbit. "It is your choice, but if you follow, take care." With that, he ran out the door. A quick glance around the courtyard revealed a point where the wall was partially obscured by a tree. He leapt up and perched there, setting his sword on the stone ledge, and pulled his bow from his shoulder. Nocking an arrow, he squinted in the dark at the advancing torches. When he could descry the silhouettes of the advancing Orcs, he let his arrow fly, quickly replacing it with a second which he loosed as well. Then he waited for a clearer target... [ February 20, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ] __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.