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03-05-2003, 05:25 AM
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The Diaphanous Dryad
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path
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Telpeheled’s eyes roamed the battlefield. With a start he noticed that all was not yet over- there seemed to be some sort of confrontation occurring between the others and two Easterlings. ‘Just two? They must truly be the pick of the bunch!’ he thought wryly.
The situation did not look good. Somehow the two Easterlings had got Melcildir and what looked like Anuion, and were holding them at sword point. ‘I wonder how Bordarigorn allowed that to happen?’ he thought with a sigh. The man was standing there, presumably considering his next move. Erdamineon and Lofinnaes were there too. But where was Maeralagos? Fearfully Telpeheled began to gaze around trying to spot his friend. Was he with the others, hidden from view?
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you." the Forbidden Link |
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