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Dark Shadow · 01-02-2003, 05:01 AM

He studied the books for a while, and then the bow and blade. Turning it so it caught the light, he read the inscription on the hilt of the sword. Finally, after an age of inspection, he spoke but six words.

“You are very lucky my friend.”

Then he put his mind to work at the dream. Water, he thought. Light and Dark. That was what the man had said. He looked for significance, trying to find something worth reporting.

“I suppose you do not know where this Elvish gathering you speak of took place? I would suggest that maybe it was somewhere where two rivers meet, although it was but a dream and there may be no true location.”

He thought on again, drinking from the miruvor that Pio had left. This was hard for him. It had been ages since he had spoken to anyone, and now he was sat here in the firelight with a seer, trying to interpret a dream. Funny that. Anyone else could walk into an inn, and remain perfectly anonymous, and even moan about being ignored, but those who hid soon enough were discovered by the most unlikely people. Oh well. This was how it always was. He should never have entered the inn in the first place if he was unwilling to be noticed. He put all such thoughts out of his mind, and concentrated hard on the dream.

“Evil will triumph over good, that is the dark invading the light,” he explained, unsurely, “Something of great worth, something treasured will be lost, and good will then set out to recover that which was taken.”

He stopped, and looked piercingly at the man, before continuing,

“This is all I see. I am no dream translator, I do not deal in dreams and visions and that is all I can tell you. If you seek the opinion of one who would truly understand all of which you speak, I would advise you to visit Elrond in Rivendell. If all you speak of is true, and by the books and weapons you carry, I would say that you are most likely Elf-friend, he should be happy to receive you, and hear all you know.”

With this, the Elf seemed satisfied that he had done all he could to be of service. Although he wondered, if the stranger would be willing to travel the distance to Rivendell, for it was a harsh road, especially now…

01-02-2003, 05:01 AM	#11
Dark Shadow Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Someplace in Middle Earth Posts: 130	He studied the books for a while, and then the bow and blade. Turning it so it caught the light, he read the inscription on the hilt of the sword. Finally, after an age of inspection, he spoke but six words. “You are very lucky my friend.” Then he put his mind to work at the dream. Water, he thought. Light and Dark. That was what the man had said. He looked for significance, trying to find something worth reporting. “I suppose you do not know where this Elvish gathering you speak of took place? I would suggest that maybe it was somewhere where two rivers meet, although it was but a dream and there may be no true location.” He thought on again, drinking from the miruvor that Pio had left. This was hard for him. It had been ages since he had spoken to anyone, and now he was sat here in the firelight with a seer, trying to interpret a dream. Funny that. Anyone else could walk into an inn, and remain perfectly anonymous, and even moan about being ignored, but those who hid soon enough were discovered by the most unlikely people. Oh well. This was how it always was. He should never have entered the inn in the first place if he was unwilling to be noticed. He put all such thoughts out of his mind, and concentrated hard on the dream. “Evil will triumph over good, that is the dark invading the light,” he explained, unsurely, “Something of great worth, something treasured will be lost, and good will then set out to recover that which was taken.” He stopped, and looked piercingly at the man, before continuing, “This is all I see. I am no dream translator, I do not deal in dreams and visions and that is all I can tell you. If you seek the opinion of one who would truly understand all of which you speak, I would advise you to visit Elrond in Rivendell. If all you speak of is true, and by the books and weapons you carry, I would say that you are most likely Elf-friend, he should be happy to receive you, and hear all you know.” With this, the Elf seemed satisfied that he had done all he could to be of service. Although he wondered, if the stranger would be willing to travel the distance to Rivendell, for it was a harsh road, especially now…