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Kitanna · 01-31-2005, 05:29 PM

No one had seen the rock in the river. There had been no time to avoid it. Everything happened so fast for Marroc, he could barely remember exactly how he got to shore. Though he did remember the cold water and the cries of his fellow hobbits.

When his head began to clear he realized he was all alone. He was laying on the shore, coughing up the water he had swallowed. He didn't hear anything from his friends. What if something horrible happened to them? He thought as he rose to his feet. His legs were shaky and he felt sick. "Is anyone there?" Marroc wanted to sound confident, but his voice cracked and came out as more of a squeak.

Marroc walked a little way downstream, hoping to find at least one of his friends. He barely made it twenty paces before his tired legs failed him. He went down on one knee. Marroc was tired, cold, wet, and hungry. He couldn't go on, not until the sun was out.

He pulled himself up once more and headed for the nearest tree. He would spend the night under its branches. He slumped down with his back to the nearest tree. He dropped his chin down and a few silent tears of frustration rolled down Marroc's cheeks before he fell into a fitful sleep.

~*~*~

A single chirping bird brought Marroc out of his nightmares. All night he dreamed of the raft hitting the rock and the hobbits tumbling into the water. He still had no idea where the rest were. Stretching out his legs, Marroc headed back to the river to get a drink of water and wipe off his dirty face.

As he splashed water on his face he thought he heard voices. They were not far off and Marroc swore one sounded like Sondo. He forgot his hunger and his aching body and headed off in the direction of the voices. He would be crushed if his mind was just playing tricks on him.

01-31-2005, 05:29 PM	#67
Kitanna Child of the West Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn Posts: 2,132	No one had seen the rock in the river. There had been no time to avoid it. Everything happened so fast for Marroc, he could barely remember exactly how he got to shore. Though he did remember the cold water and the cries of his fellow hobbits. When his head began to clear he realized he was all alone. He was laying on the shore, coughing up the water he had swallowed. He didn't hear anything from his friends. What if something horrible happened to them? He thought as he rose to his feet. His legs were shaky and he felt sick. "Is anyone there?" Marroc wanted to sound confident, but his voice cracked and came out as more of a squeak. Marroc walked a little way downstream, hoping to find at least one of his friends. He barely made it twenty paces before his tired legs failed him. He went down on one knee. Marroc was tired, cold, wet, and hungry. He couldn't go on, not until the sun was out. He pulled himself up once more and headed for the nearest tree. He would spend the night under its branches. He slumped down with his back to the nearest tree. He dropped his chin down and a few silent tears of frustration rolled down Marroc's cheeks before he fell into a fitful sleep. ~~~ A single chirping bird brought Marroc out of his nightmares. All night he dreamed of the raft hitting the rock and the hobbits tumbling into the water. He still had no idea where the rest were. Stretching out his legs, Marroc headed back to the river to get a drink of water and wipe off his dirty face. As he splashed water on his face he thought he heard voices. They were not far off and Marroc swore one sounded like Sondo. He forgot his hunger and his aching body and headed off in the direction of the voices. He would be crushed if his mind was just playing tricks on him. Last edited by Kitanna; 02-01-2005 at 06:58 PM.