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Glirdan · 08-09-2006, 11:50 AM

Glirdingo decided to go straight, into the wide open fields, with tall grass. It was a hot day and he was sweating like a big on a stick. He noticed that there was an Ent, a Dwarf and a Man ahead of him. It was then that he noticed he was rather itchy. "Probably from all this persperation," he thought to himself lazily, and he continued on, ploughing through the field at a slow, casual pace.

But even as he continued on, the itchiness didn't disappear. He searched his pack for his canteen of water and remembered that he forgot it back at his home in Lorien. "I KNEW there was something I forgot!" he cried out loud. As he searched, his hand hit something hard and hollow. "What's this?" he asked as he pulled the object out. It was his canteen. "Well, that's wierd. I proabably forgot to take it out after that walk up to Mirkwood last month. But it's empty. A lot of use that is," he said sarcastically, putting the canteen back into his pack.

He continued on, hoping to come across a stream sometime soon. Unfortunately, the itchiness continued on relentlessly. "Ugh! Why am I so itchy!" he thought irritably. He scratched his arm and withdrew it quickly with a sharp "Ow!" He looked down and noticed that he was covered in thistles. "I should have known that there was more to this field than first appeared." He looked around hopelessly, trying to see the end of the field. "Hmmm... 20 feet around me in each direction. No use in me stopping to remove these now. I shall wait until I reach the end," he thought to himself, a slight exahsperated laugh escaping his lips at that exact moment.

He ploughed on, straight to the end of the field, trying to ignore the continuous itchiness from the thistles. He reached into his pack and pulled out one of his many lembas breads, broke half of it, put the other half in his bag, and continued on, munching on his food in an attempt to forget his itchiness. It was then that he noticed that the grass had lessened and in a few more minutes he stepped out of the field, just as he took his last bite of his lembas bread.

"Well, that didn't take as long as I expected! Now to remove these blasted thistles." He looked around once more, hoping to find a stream in which to fill his canteen but there wasn't one for miles. "I couldn't bear with these thistles as far as that stream," he thought. So he started unpacking his pack to see if there was anything in it that could aid him to be rid of the thistles. "Hmmm...lembas, no. Bow and arrows, definetly not. Rope? Perhaps... Sword? I'm not looking for a death wish!! Extra clothes?? I'm not changing here!! Well, let's try this," he finally said as he took up the rope. He wrapped around himself just above his chest which was where the thistles began. Once it was completely wrapped around himself (loose enough for him to move up and down himself, but tight enough so it wouldn't fall off), he pushed it down his chest, over his stomach and down his legs. "HA! It worked!" he thought triumphantly, staring at the length of rope which was covered in the thistles he had just removed from himself. He shook it and all the thistles fell off. "Now to remove these blasted things from my arms." He repeated the same thing twice more (once for each arm) and shook the rope clean. "Gotta love this rope," he thought to himself smiling happily as he put everything back into his sack.

He had a quick snack (the other half of his lembas bread) before continuing. "That was definetly an interesting barriers, but they're only going to get harder as I go on," he thought silently and he laughed a merry laugh, his voice clear and young (after all, he was still a young Elf in the reckoinging of his people). "Maybe I shall have more laughs with others along this road?" he said out loud happily, walking slowly towards the West.

08-09-2006, 11:50 AM	#19
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	Glirdingo decided to go straight, into the wide open fields, with tall grass. It was a hot day and he was sweating like a big on a stick. He noticed that there was an Ent, a Dwarf and a Man ahead of him. It was then that he noticed he was rather itchy. "Probably from all this persperation," he thought to himself lazily, and he continued on, ploughing through the field at a slow, casual pace. But even as he continued on, the itchiness didn't disappear. He searched his pack for his canteen of water and remembered that he forgot it back at his home in Lorien. "I KNEW there was something I forgot!" he cried out loud. As he searched, his hand hit something hard and hollow. "What's this?" he asked as he pulled the object out. It was his canteen. "Well, that's wierd. I proabably forgot to take it out after that walk up to Mirkwood last month. But it's empty. A lot of use that is," he said sarcastically, putting the canteen back into his pack. He continued on, hoping to come across a stream sometime soon. Unfortunately, the itchiness continued on relentlessly. "Ugh! Why am I so itchy!" he thought irritably. He scratched his arm and withdrew it quickly with a sharp "Ow!" He looked down and noticed that he was covered in thistles. "I should have known that there was more to this field than first appeared." He looked around hopelessly, trying to see the end of the field. "Hmmm... 20 feet around me in each direction. No use in me stopping to remove these now. I shall wait until I reach the end," he thought to himself, a slight exahsperated laugh escaping his lips at that exact moment. He ploughed on, straight to the end of the field, trying to ignore the continuous itchiness from the thistles. He reached into his pack and pulled out one of his many lembas breads, broke half of it, put the other half in his bag, and continued on, munching on his food in an attempt to forget his itchiness. It was then that he noticed that the grass had lessened and in a few more minutes he stepped out of the field, just as he took his last bite of his lembas bread. "Well, that didn't take as long as I expected! Now to remove these blasted thistles." He looked around once more, hoping to find a stream in which to fill his canteen but there wasn't one for miles. "I couldn't bear with these thistles as far as that stream," he thought. So he started unpacking his pack to see if there was anything in it that could aid him to be rid of the thistles. "Hmmm...lembas, no. Bow and arrows, definetly not. Rope? Perhaps... Sword? I'm not looking for a death wish!! Extra clothes?? I'm not changing here!! Well, let's try this," he finally said as he took up the rope. He wrapped around himself just above his chest which was where the thistles began. Once it was completely wrapped around himself (loose enough for him to move up and down himself, but tight enough so it wouldn't fall off), he pushed it down his chest, over his stomach and down his legs. "HA! It worked!" he thought triumphantly, staring at the length of rope which was covered in the thistles he had just removed from himself. He shook it and all the thistles fell off. "Now to remove these blasted things from my arms." He repeated the same thing twice more (once for each arm) and shook the rope clean. "Gotta love this rope," he thought to himself smiling happily as he put everything back into his sack. He had a quick snack (the other half of his lembas bread) before continuing. "That was definetly an interesting barriers, but they're only going to get harder as I go on," he thought silently and he laughed a merry laugh, his voice clear and young (after all, he was still a young Elf in the reckoinging of his people). "Maybe I shall have more laughs with others along this road?" he said out loud happily, walking slowly towards the West.