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Durelin · 10-09-2003, 04:59 PM

October 30th - Night

Dury lay sprawled on his blanket. He had been all too right. He was so sore he could not budge a limb. He had not strength left in him. He wished he could rub his legs, but he could not lift his arms. And that Falco had told him to stop complaining, told him a good night's sleep would bring him into a new day, ready for more walking. More and more walking. Dury drew a deep breath, and let it out in a dreadful sigh, only to regret it terribly. Oh, the smell of the place! They were camping in a bog! He swore it! Falco made it seem nicer, calling it a marsh, but Dury was not fooled by that hobbit's words. Falco was good at making things sound better, only, they made things seem worse.

Shifting in his blankets took much effort, and all of that strength was used just to get a large, very solid something digging into his back. With a moan, Dury turned over and pulled the wool blankets tight around him. He would be regretting much in the morning, if he did not sleep at all, and he attempted to block out any negative thoughts from his mind. Dury found that that left no thoughts at all. He snorted. Nothing but negative thoughts, as nothing but negative things had been happening since that morning. Had it only been earlier that day that he had arisen at dawn to walk, to travel on some 'noble' journey the lackwitted Tooks and Brandybucks thought up? He was not going to survive this.

Dury did not remember sleep overtaking him, but it did, and his dreams reflected his thoughts. Negative.

___

October 31st

Dury could barely remember being shaken awake that morning, shaken back into a sore reality. The aches and pains of that night had only grown worse, and now he was decidedly stiff. He waddled at the very back of the company, somehow keeping his legs moving at least somewhat. He missed his family this morning. Misery, negativity, loneliness, ache, it was what he would forever associate with journeys.

That morning, a frantic Josh had shaken him awake. The boy had doubted Dury was still alive! Just because he had not been awakened by someone's hollering... It seemed that Cami had decided to join them, and with much news. Terrible news, and yet another thing for Dury to mull over. Danger might be added to Dury's list of associations quite soon. That farmer had best have some divine leaf, and his wife's family had best treat him with more respect after this. He had done this for Mirda, and for her family, if only because they were her family. Mirda had best let him have an extra plum cake for this. No, a baker's dozen!

"A stop, perhaps?" he called up ahead of him, trying in vain to sound cheery, and polite.

"Not yet, Dury, I'm afraid."

A peal of giggles arose ahead of him.

"Well, I am glad you two young ladies are enjoying yourselves!" he called again.

More giggles came back to him, much louder this time.

10-09-2003, 04:59 PM	#63
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,083	October 30th - Night Dury lay sprawled on his blanket. He had been all too right. He was so sore he could not budge a limb. He had not strength left in him. He wished he could rub his legs, but he could not lift his arms. And that Falco had told him to stop complaining, told him a good night's sleep would bring him into a new day, ready for more walking. More and more walking. Dury drew a deep breath, and let it out in a dreadful sigh, only to regret it terribly. Oh, the smell of the place! They were camping in a bog! He swore it! Falco made it seem nicer, calling it a marsh, but Dury was not fooled by that hobbit's words. Falco was good at making things sound better, only, they made things seem worse. Shifting in his blankets took much effort, and all of that strength was used just to get a large, very solid something digging into his back. With a moan, Dury turned over and pulled the wool blankets tight around him. He would be regretting much in the morning, if he did not sleep at all, and he attempted to block out any negative thoughts from his mind. Dury found that that left no thoughts at all. He snorted. Nothing but negative thoughts, as nothing but negative things had been happening since that morning. Had it only been earlier that day that he had arisen at dawn to walk, to travel on some 'noble' journey the lackwitted Tooks and Brandybucks thought up? He was not going to survive this. Dury did not remember sleep overtaking him, but it did, and his dreams reflected his thoughts. Negative. ___ October 31st Dury could barely remember being shaken awake that morning, shaken back into a sore reality. The aches and pains of that night had only grown worse, and now he was decidedly stiff. He waddled at the very back of the company, somehow keeping his legs moving at least somewhat. He missed his family this morning. Misery, negativity, loneliness, ache, it was what he would forever associate with journeys. That morning, a frantic Josh had shaken him awake. The boy had doubted Dury was still alive! Just because he had not been awakened by someone's hollering... It seemed that Cami had decided to join them, and with much news. Terrible news, and yet another thing for Dury to mull over. Danger might be added to Dury's list of associations quite soon. That farmer had best have some divine leaf, and his wife's family had best treat him with more respect after this. He had done this for Mirda, and for her family, if only because they were her family. Mirda had best let him have an extra plum cake for this. No, a baker's dozen! "A stop, perhaps?" he called up ahead of him, trying in vain to sound cheery, and polite. "Not yet, Dury, I'm afraid." A peal of giggles arose ahead of him. "Well, I am glad you two young ladies are enjoying yourselves!" he called again. More giggles came back to him, much louder this time.