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Folwren · 08-29-2005, 02:42 PM

‘It is very open,’ Bror answered absently, his eyes roving about the structures. ‘But they are beautiful.’ He felt an uneasy movement from Skald and he finally looked back down to earth at him. ‘What’s gotten into you?’ he asked, half amused. ‘Anyone would think that this Sauron fellow has got you scared stiff without even giving you a glance at him. You’ve been too serious since Riv told you about Him and all that. Why worry? Our walls are thick, even if these walls aren’t. His shadow will not trouble us beyond that which our mountain already casts on our halls.’

He stopped and looked back up at the white buildings around him. A second thought passed through his mind and a shadow of some sadness crossed his face and clouded his expression. The great caverns in which he lived may remain untouched, as he truly believed, but he suddenly realized that it would be a grim and woeful day when such a city as this were destroyed and laid in ruin on the ground.

His dark, foreboding thoughts were broken before long. Skald was tugging at his sleeve and Bror turned impatiently. ‘Come on,’ was all his brother said.

What in world’s bothering him? Bror wondered. He hasn’t hardly been acting himself at all these past weeks. I ought to do something about that... And with thoughts of how he might get Skald out of his quiet, uncomfortable mood (Bror thought it was uncomfortable) with different pranks that would have to call for some sort of revenge, Bror followed his brothers and the rest of the dwarves back down the wide, fair streets and out of the gates.

The road home was before them - well known to a few of the dwarves. Their futures also stretched in front of them, but no one had trod that path before, and likewise, no one could tell where it would lead.

08-29-2005, 02:42 PM	#105
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	‘It is very open,’ Bror answered absently, his eyes roving about the structures. ‘But they are beautiful.’ He felt an uneasy movement from Skald and he finally looked back down to earth at him. ‘What’s gotten into you?’ he asked, half amused. ‘Anyone would think that this Sauron fellow has got you scared stiff without even giving you a glance at him. You’ve been too serious since Riv told you about Him and all that. Why worry? Our walls are thick, even if these walls aren’t. His shadow will not trouble us beyond that which our mountain already casts on our halls.’ He stopped and looked back up at the white buildings around him. A second thought passed through his mind and a shadow of some sadness crossed his face and clouded his expression. The great caverns in which he lived may remain untouched, as he truly believed, but he suddenly realized that it would be a grim and woeful day when such a city as this were destroyed and laid in ruin on the ground. His dark, foreboding thoughts were broken before long. Skald was tugging at his sleeve and Bror turned impatiently. ‘Come on,’ was all his brother said. What in world’s bothering him? Bror wondered. He hasn’t hardly been acting himself at all these past weeks. I ought to do something about that... And with thoughts of how he might get Skald out of his quiet, uncomfortable mood (Bror thought it was uncomfortable) with different pranks that would have to call for some sort of revenge, Bror followed his brothers and the rest of the dwarves back down the wide, fair streets and out of the gates. The road home was before them - well known to a few of the dwarves. Their futures also stretched in front of them, but no one had trod that path before, and likewise, no one could tell where it would lead. Last edited by Folwren; 08-29-2005 at 08:42 PM.