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Old 08-21-2003, 09:43 AM   #45
Estelyn Telcontar
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Before Pimpiowyn could answer in the affirmative, Merisuwyniel hastened to speak. “I think we have had all that we care for,” she said, matching the polite tone of the leader’s voice. “You are welcome to help yourself to the rest.”

“Thank you!” he replied, motioning his followers to approach with a turn of his mighty head.

“Noooooooooo!” the half-hobbit maiden cried out, unwilling to give up the foodstuffs, difficult as they might be to digest.

Her betrothed awoke and, seeing her being threatened, as he thought, by wild beasts, reached out for his arrows. The ensuing scuffle aroused the others of the Itship, and thus the peaceful cooperation of different races which could have been sealed at their first contact was ruined by a misunderstanding, as has so often happened in the history of man/Elf/Dwarf/Hobbit-kind. (Oops, sorry, Chrys – Dragonkind too)

Arrows flew, swords flashed, axe swung, teeth were bared (yes, those of the H.O.U.S.es as well) and it was a wonder that none of the companions was killed in the fray. Fortunately, the following flight was in the direction of their intended journey, thus providing some forward action for the plot, finally! It would not have been entirely clear to onlookers, had there been any (whatever happened to all of the people at the Bacon-Binge? Chrys? Chrysophylax Dives, do you know anything about that?? Isn’t it enough that Orogarn lost his city without losing his people as well???), which side was fleeing and which pursuing.

In a mad attempt to do something, whether it made sense or not, Orogarn jumped onto the back of one of the H.O.U.S.es; it ran even faster, trying to shake him off. He clung tightly, though it headed for a cliff which appeared mysteriously before them. In the struggle, the chain with his crystal pendant loosened and fell off, just before the beast plunged over the edge of the cliff, into a river below. This raging water was marked on no map of the country and indeed there was no one who knew its name.

Those of the Itship who had thought practically (yet femininely, as Merisuwyniel did) had mounted their horses and were close behind. They gasped in distress upon seeing the son of the leader of Grundor disappear before their very eyes. Vogonwë vaulted off Tweedledum’s back with a double somersault combined with a flip around the animal’s neck and ran to the edge of the cliff. There lay the crystal pendant of Orogarn; he picked it up with a mournful expression on his face and tucked it into his pocket. Perhaps it would provide him with the necessary inspiration for a funeral ode.

Since none of them had ever paid attention to Orogarn’s steed (indeed, did anyone even know its name? It might have been Brego… ) no one noticed that it had left the group to search for its master. Who knows why it had developed such a sudden liking for him, leading to that devout loyalty?

“We must try to save him!” Merisuwyniel exclaimed. “But how shall we find him? Which direction should we take? And how can we cross yon river?”

She turned an untypically helpless gaze to the man who would have been her stepfather, had her mother lived. Earnur Etceteron paused, lost in deep thought before proclaiming, “We must go down-stream! The current will carry him in that direction.”

“Nonsense!” Kuruharan objected. “No fully-armed warrior can float on water!”

“It’s possible,” Pimpiowyn piped up. “This is, after all, a fantasy quest, so you can expect willing suspension of disbelief from those participating.”

The Gateskeeper said nothing. He was familiar with the principle of willing suspension of disbelief, since he expected that of customers who bought his soft wares, trusting the full-blown promises that he made.

Vogonwë was contemplating rhymes for the funeral ode he planned, so he obviously did not agree with his beloved’s theory.

In the meantime, what had happened to their newly-found foes, you ask? Well, the H.O.U.S.es, apparently a race with strong suicidal instincts, had followed their leader over the cliff in gross overestimation of their swimming skills and so found an untimely end.

Thus was the Fellow/Galship unhindered as its members rode in search of their comrade and of a continuing plotline.
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