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Orual · 02-07-2003, 07:43 PM

The rythmic thud, thud of the hammers had drifted Rie into a bit of a sleepy, automatic state. She hit the nails with the hammer, over and over again, and eventually she stopped thinking about it and let her mind drift to other things. She heard Derufin's voice, but didn't hear what he said, and kept on hammering.

"Rie? Can you hear me?"

Rie startled, and blushed very hard, her face becoming a deeper shade of red than her fiery hair. "I'm so sorry!" she said, fumbling with the hammer. "I, uh, I guess I just drifted off. What was the question?"

Derufin laughed kindly, and repeated his question. "Where are you from, Rie?"

Ah! Good. This was an easy question. "I'm from Gondor, near the Ered Nimrais. That's where I was raised, I mean. My family moved around a good deal, but that's where I spent most of my life. That's where we were living when I ran away." Her voiced trailed away and she bit her lip, tracing the edges of one of the shingles with her finger. Derufin's face gently invited her to say more. "Oh, it's an old story. I'm sure you've heard it a million times from other people. I wanted to be a warrior, like my father and brothers, but I couldn't--I was expected to be a metalcrafter like my mother." She glanced at Derufin and laughed. "Well, I guess that's a twist to the old story. Instead of being a prim lady and sewing in some lord's hall, I was expected to be a metalworker and craft iron in a smithy!" She laughed again, sincerely, hard, and long. "But anyway, I wanted to be a Ranger, but my father wouldn't hear of it, so I ran away. That's basically it. Then I came here, and I love it, so I have no plans to return. And you, Derufin?" she asked, turning to him with an expectant face. "From whence do you hail?"

02-07-2003, 07:43 PM	#1
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	The rythmic thud, thud of the hammers had drifted Rie into a bit of a sleepy, automatic state. She hit the nails with the hammer, over and over again, and eventually she stopped thinking about it and let her mind drift to other things. She heard Derufin's voice, but didn't hear what he said, and kept on hammering. "Rie? Can you hear me?" Rie startled, and blushed very hard, her face becoming a deeper shade of red than her fiery hair. "I'm so sorry!" she said, fumbling with the hammer. "I, uh, I guess I just drifted off. What was the question?" Derufin laughed kindly, and repeated his question. "Where are you from, Rie?" Ah! Good. This was an easy question. "I'm from Gondor, near the Ered Nimrais. That's where I was raised, I mean. My family moved around a good deal, but that's where I spent most of my life. That's where we were living when I ran away." Her voiced trailed away and she bit her lip, tracing the edges of one of the shingles with her finger. Derufin's face gently invited her to say more. "Oh, it's an old story. I'm sure you've heard it a million times from other people. I wanted to be a warrior, like my father and brothers, but I couldn't--I was expected to be a metalcrafter like my mother." She glanced at Derufin and laughed. "Well, I guess that's a twist to the old story. Instead of being a prim lady and sewing in some lord's hall, I was expected to be a metalworker and craft iron in a smithy!" She laughed again, sincerely, hard, and long. "But anyway, I wanted to be a Ranger, but my father wouldn't hear of it, so I ran away. That's basically it. Then I came here, and I love it, so I have no plans to return. And you, Derufin?" she asked, turning to him with an expectant face. "From whence do you hail?" __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"