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littlemanpoet · 09-14-2004, 07:24 PM

With the young woman in his keeping, their thoughts were an open lore book to him. They were so blind. They were like blind mice in a maze, wandering here and there, drawn this way and that by their hungers and needs. Such a pitiful race. So easily led this way and that. It was so easy to keep hidden from their view that he was almost tempted to show himself.

Except that showing himself might open roads he could not let them know were even there. And he feared that he had done just that with Amroth, mere hours ago. He had been so careful, but not careful enough. He had kept his face straight, his appearance mute, just an elf on the ship sailing west. But somehow, Tharonwe did not know how, Amroth had perceived Tharonwe's inner glee at seeing the Elf Lord duped. A moments weakness; one moment too many. Amroth would come searching, into his swamp, and he would be found - if he stayed there. So he had to stay away from the swamp now. He must close his mind down from now on, no matter how tempting to try and change the course Amroth's searchings took, no matter how tempting to spite the Elf Lord for taking what should have been his own!

Must not think about the loss of her. It weakens me. Such thoughts draw his perception more than any.

He would have to break up this little company like so many sparks in the breeze. And he would have to go south himself. It seemed there was a merchant and a footman that could come in handy.

09-14-2004, 07:24 PM	#475
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Tharonwe With the young woman in his keeping, their thoughts were an open lore book to him. They were so blind. They were like blind mice in a maze, wandering here and there, drawn this way and that by their hungers and needs. Such a pitiful race. So easily led this way and that. It was so easy to keep hidden from their view that he was almost tempted to show himself. Except that showing himself might open roads he could not let them know were even there. And he feared that he had done just that with Amroth, mere hours ago. He had been so careful, but not careful enough. He had kept his face straight, his appearance mute, just an elf on the ship sailing west. But somehow, Tharonwe did not know how, Amroth had perceived Tharonwe's inner glee at seeing the Elf Lord duped. A moments weakness; one moment too many. Amroth would come searching, into his swamp, and he would be found - if he stayed there. So he had to stay away from the swamp now. He must close his mind down from now on, no matter how tempting to try and change the course Amroth's searchings took, no matter how tempting to spite the Elf Lord for taking what should have been his own! Must not think about the loss of her. It weakens me. Such thoughts draw his perception more than any. He would have to break up this little company like so many sparks in the breeze. And he would have to go south himself. It seemed there was a merchant and a footman that could come in handy.