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Saurreg · 06-06-2005, 02:36 AM

The wait was excruciatingly agonizing and Belegorn was engulfed in both excitement and terror. His instinct was to scream but the absolute control of his faculties and years of experience and iron discipline suppressed the urge and he was able to remain quiet and still in alertness. In the silence and stillness, he could feel his heart pounding faster and faster as the stomach continued its frantic churning of adrenaline. The hormones coursed through the veins of his body; steeped into flesh, tickled other organs and touched the skin. His senses were heightened and his breathing became ragged. His right hand grasped the hilt of his unsheathed sword so tightly that the knuckles turned white and his trembling left hand threatened to crush the thin stalk of the flaming torch.

The trolls were yet to come and a sudden sharp crackle in a distance before the soldier made him realize that time was running out;

A brilliant shade of blue illuminated the wall of the main tunnel behind the fiery barrier that was created. For some time the vivid sapphire hue waxed strong and was unremitting but then capricious ripples started appearing; random little ones at first but increasing in magnitude and occurrence as the seconds tricked passed. Soon the entire surface seemed to flicker and swayed unsteadily whilst waning. The thin line of incendiary was burning itself out and its intended recipients were no where in sight. Belegorn’s plan was falling apart and there was nothing he could do.

Just as the Dunedain was falling into a state of despair, a booming roar echoed through the tunnels of stone and sent jolts of shiver down his spine; it was the unmistakable bellow of a troll but the fell beast sounded a long distance away. Regardless, Belegorn readied himself and stared intently ahead towards the entrance of the tunnel he was in. He strained his ears and listened, and sure enough more livid feral cries filled the air. But that was not all; despite the loud bellows of the trolls, his sensitive hearing could make out fainter cries in the midst of the cacophony – clearer and higher pitched. Belegorn’s eyes widened in fascination as he continued to listen.

Above the increasing din, the sudden and unmistakably shrill cry of a woman reached belegorn’s ears. Someone else was crying out in urgency also, but in a more measured voice that Belegorn instantly recognized: “Run! Run! Save yourselves!”

Carthor!

Without pausing for a thought Belegorn ran back into the main corridor. The brightness and heat of the fiery barrier stunned him temporarily in his state of heightened senses but he recovered quickly and ran towards the voice. As he continued towards the source of the clamor the blue light behind his back dimmed progressively and at a distance it suddenly disappeared.

The fiery barrier was no more and Belegorn was now the only obstacle standing between angry trolls and their quarries.

06-06-2005, 02:36 AM	#7
Saurreg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: In self imposed exile... Posts: 465	Belegorn The wait was excruciatingly agonizing and Belegorn was engulfed in both excitement and terror. His instinct was to scream but the absolute control of his faculties and years of experience and iron discipline suppressed the urge and he was able to remain quiet and still in alertness. In the silence and stillness, he could feel his heart pounding faster and faster as the stomach continued its frantic churning of adrenaline. The hormones coursed through the veins of his body; steeped into flesh, tickled other organs and touched the skin. His senses were heightened and his breathing became ragged. His right hand grasped the hilt of his unsheathed sword so tightly that the knuckles turned white and his trembling left hand threatened to crush the thin stalk of the flaming torch. The trolls were yet to come and a sudden sharp crackle in a distance before the soldier made him realize that time was running out; A brilliant shade of blue illuminated the wall of the main tunnel behind the fiery barrier that was created. For some time the vivid sapphire hue waxed strong and was unremitting but then capricious ripples started appearing; random little ones at first but increasing in magnitude and occurrence as the seconds tricked passed. Soon the entire surface seemed to flicker and swayed unsteadily whilst waning. The thin line of incendiary was burning itself out and its intended recipients were no where in sight. Belegorn’s plan was falling apart and there was nothing he could do. Just as the Dunedain was falling into a state of despair, a booming roar echoed through the tunnels of stone and sent jolts of shiver down his spine; it was the unmistakable bellow of a troll but the fell beast sounded a long distance away. Regardless, Belegorn readied himself and stared intently ahead towards the entrance of the tunnel he was in. He strained his ears and listened, and sure enough more livid feral cries filled the air. But that was not all; despite the loud bellows of the trolls, his sensitive hearing could make out fainter cries in the midst of the cacophony – clearer and higher pitched. Belegorn’s eyes widened in fascination as he continued to listen. Above the increasing din, the sudden and unmistakably shrill cry of a woman reached belegorn’s ears. Someone else was crying out in urgency also, but in a more measured voice that Belegorn instantly recognized: “Run! Run! Save yourselves!” Carthor! Without pausing for a thought Belegorn ran back into the main corridor. The brightness and heat of the fiery barrier stunned him temporarily in his state of heightened senses but he recovered quickly and ran towards the voice. As he continued towards the source of the clamor the blue light behind his back dimmed progressively and at a distance it suddenly disappeared. The fiery barrier was no more and Belegorn was now the only obstacle standing between angry trolls and their quarries.