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Susan Delgado · 07-19-2002, 01:32 AM

Singing and laughing cheerilly, the three marauders entered the inn to the stares of everyone present. They looked around at the room and at each other and started laughing again when they saw how covered in gore they were. They went up to the bar and ordered ales, and frightened the serving wench so much she had to go get her father to serve them, and her father was none other than Remdil, the fat innman Thorondruin had chased away so recently. Remdil tried to run away, but Thorondruin, now cheerfully drunk, would have noone of it and insisted that he join them at their table. Too frightened to disobey, Remdil sat and drank with them, and presently was as drunk as any in the room.
"Well, Thor, where to now, tomorrow?" Ozracles asked thickly.
Thorondruin grinned and slapped Himelilek on the back. "Tomorrow, we three are going to Ossi...un. That elf place. With Himi's help. You see," he added in an aside to Ozracles, "She's the only one who knows where we're going."
Ozracles grunted a response into his ale cup and took another drink.
"Where?" Remdil asked to no one in particular.
"Where what?"
Where are we...you....going?"
"He told you already, we're going to Ossiariand...we're going to steal the Silmaril from Beren and Luthien. And Himi knows where it is!" Ozracles came as close to a giggle as any barbarian ever did.
"He didn't tell me," Remdil muttered under his breath.

07-19-2002, 01:32 AM	#11
Susan Delgado The Perished Flame Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: behind my eyes Posts: 1,096	Singing and laughing cheerilly, the three marauders entered the inn to the stares of everyone present. They looked around at the room and at each other and started laughing again when they saw how covered in gore they were. They went up to the bar and ordered ales, and frightened the serving wench so much she had to go get her father to serve them, and her father was none other than Remdil, the fat innman Thorondruin had chased away so recently. Remdil tried to run away, but Thorondruin, now cheerfully drunk, would have noone of it and insisted that he join them at their table. Too frightened to disobey, Remdil sat and drank with them, and presently was as drunk as any in the room. "Well, Thor, where to now, tomorrow?" Ozracles asked thickly. Thorondruin grinned and slapped Himelilek on the back. "Tomorrow, we three are going to Ossi...un. That elf place. With Himi's help. You see," he added in an aside to Ozracles, "She's the only one who knows where we're going." Ozracles grunted a response into his ale cup and took another drink. "Where?" Remdil asked to no one in particular. "Where what?" Where are we...you....going?" "He told you already, we're going to Ossiariand...we're going to steal the Silmaril from Beren and Luthien. And Himi knows where it is!" Ozracles came as close to a giggle as any barbarian ever did. "He didn't tell me," Remdil muttered under his breath. __________________ "Man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all 'til we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?"