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Niluial · 11-03-2004, 10:09 PM

BANG! The noise didn’t scare Elwë, nothing did and nothing could. He had changed, he didn’t care about his life any longer, or even the Palantiri, only about his precious stone, Andtuariel. His eyes were cold and hard like ice, filled with hate and revenge. As the bang had happened Corsairs scramble from the barrels they had been hiding in. They drew their weapons with evil looking smirks on their scarred faces.

Elwë exploded, he charged at the Corsairs shooting his arrows at them, one of which pierced a Corsair's dirty skin. He found pleasure in watching the Corsair fall to the ground. Elwë glanced at Annû who’s eyes were also filled with the same anger and hate. They both smiled at each other, not a loving smile nor a caring smile but a smile that almost said charge, fight and if I die, it was nice knowing you.

Corsairs charged at him, hitting him with their pointed weapons. They smelt dirty and looked it too. Elwë’s hands were stained with a mixture of his blood and the corsairs blood. He had been stabbed in the side with a pocket knife, but it was numb, he couldn’t feel it, but it bled a lot.

11-03-2004, 10:09 PM	#19
Niluial Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: In the darkness of white Posts: 601	BANG! The noise didn’t scare Elwë, nothing did and nothing could. He had changed, he didn’t care about his life any longer, or even the Palantiri, only about his precious stone, Andtuariel. His eyes were cold and hard like ice, filled with hate and revenge. As the bang had happened Corsairs scramble from the barrels they had been hiding in. They drew their weapons with evil looking smirks on their scarred faces. Elwë exploded, he charged at the Corsairs shooting his arrows at them, one of which pierced a Corsair's dirty skin. He found pleasure in watching the Corsair fall to the ground. Elwë glanced at Annû who’s eyes were also filled with the same anger and hate. They both smiled at each other, not a loving smile nor a caring smile but a smile that almost said charge, fight and if I die, it was nice knowing you. Corsairs charged at him, hitting him with their pointed weapons. They smelt dirty and looked it too. Elwë’s hands were stained with a mixture of his blood and the corsairs blood. He had been stabbed in the side with a pocket knife, but it was numb, he couldn’t feel it, but it bled a lot. Last edited by piosenniel; 11-10-2004 at 03:24 PM.