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The Fifth · 10-09-2002, 07:54 AM

Calad was glad to be unbound. He didn't mind the blood all over his crisp, white robes though. Soon they set off to business, for the sun was climbing up higher into the sky until it was afternoon and the merry elves of Rivendell were going about their business. Taralquamegil glanced through the window, then back at Calad. "We shall continue," he said. "A few more questions. Do you remember your name? Your family? Where did you come from?"

Calad looked down as he asked, not knowing which question to answer first or most of the answers to the question. He mumbled, "Came from Mirkwood.."

Taralquamegil replied, "Ah, Greenwood the Great? Do you know of any family that live there?"

Calad mumbled, even more softly, "Not really..." Taralquamegil reached forward, touching Calad's cheek gently and pushing it up. The elf jerked his face away, feeling tears of exhaustion and frustration, long welling up. When will he stop? thought Calad. Instead of keeping it in his mind, he murmured, "When will he stop..."

Of course, Taralquamegil heard that, and assumed that the other elf was referring to him. "I shall not stop until you are healed," he retorted. "The more you cooperate, the quicker I can leave you alone. Now, you mentioned living in Greenwood. But you do not know of your family? Perhaps I may accompany you to a trip there, until you recognize someone." Calad perked up a little, knowing that he would probably go home, to his small wooden hut in the forest. But his face didn't change.

Meanwhile, outside, the guards still stood watch. So far there were no loud noises or pounding, but they heard noises from other matters. The two dark-haired elven guards hesitated; they were supposed to guard the room and only the room in case something went wrong. The elf on the right, closest to the noise from the faeries and other guards, said, "Perhaps we should aid them, Gurtharas?"

The other guard shook his head. "Nay, Luinfileg, they can handle it themselves. We have our own job to tend to, no matter how dull it may be." He grinned slightly, then went back to silence.

[ October 11, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]

10-09-2002, 07:54 AM	#11
The Fifth Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2002 Location: Mordor Posts: 427	Calad was glad to be unbound. He didn't mind the blood all over his crisp, white robes though. Soon they set off to business, for the sun was climbing up higher into the sky until it was afternoon and the merry elves of Rivendell were going about their business. Taralquamegil glanced through the window, then back at Calad. "We shall continue," he said. "A few more questions. Do you remember your name? Your family? Where did you come from?" Calad looked down as he asked, not knowing which question to answer first or most of the answers to the question. He mumbled, "Came from Mirkwood.." Taralquamegil replied, "Ah, Greenwood the Great? Do you know of any family that live there?" Calad mumbled, even more softly, "Not really..." Taralquamegil reached forward, touching Calad's cheek gently and pushing it up. The elf jerked his face away, feeling tears of exhaustion and frustration, long welling up. When will he stop? thought Calad. Instead of keeping it in his mind, he murmured, "When will he stop..." Of course, Taralquamegil heard that, and assumed that the other elf was referring to him. "I shall not stop until you are healed," he retorted. "The more you cooperate, the quicker I can leave you alone. Now, you mentioned living in Greenwood. But you do not know of your family? Perhaps I may accompany you to a trip there, until you recognize someone." Calad perked up a little, knowing that he would probably go home, to his small wooden hut in the forest. But his face didn't change. Meanwhile, outside, the guards still stood watch. So far there were no loud noises or pounding, but they heard noises from other matters. The two dark-haired elven guards hesitated; they were supposed to guard the room and only the room in case something went wrong. The elf on the right, closest to the noise from the faeries and other guards, said, "Perhaps we should aid them, Gurtharas?" The other guard shook his head. "Nay, Luinfileg, they can handle it themselves. We have our own job to tend to, no matter how dull it may be." He grinned slightly, then went back to silence. [ October 11, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ] __________________ - Ringwraith #5, Servant of the Eye