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littlemanpoet · 04-10-2007, 08:13 PM

Elempí had ducked behind a rock. Lûgnût was huddled beneath Elempí.

"What're you doing there, Lug?"

"It's safe by you, oh Grand Anakronist."

"But I'm not-"

A forlorn yet angry howl cut Elempí off in mid-denial.

Panakeia looked at them both, hands on hips and shaking her head. "Some warriors you two make."

"I'm not a warrior, I'm a lover."

"Shut up, Lûgnût," said Elempí, "and don't mimic my voice."

"What should we do?" Lûgnût whined.

"Stay out of the way of werewolves, sword wielding madmen, angry balrogs, and all-knowing omnipotent types. Not to mention armies."

"And watch out for Alatar the Brown and his purple riders," Panakeia said, pointing.

"But what should we dooooooo?" Lûgnût pleaded with irritating vehemence.

"Oh go snarl at somebody!" Elempí yelled dismissively.

Lûgnût pouted.

"Oh knock it off, Luggy, you're hopeless when it comes to battle and so am I. I belong in an ivory tower in Umbar. Or at least a jet black one, so long as it has books and scrolls and students that think my every word is golden gossamer lore. And you," he said to Panakeia, "quit standing there like you're disappointed that I'm not some kind of hero and come here out of the line of fire!" Elempí grasped her hand and pulled her beneath the rock. At least now the ugly Luggy cowering beneath him was offset by the winsome Panakeia beside him. He smiled.

04-10-2007, 08:13 PM	#11
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Elempí had ducked behind a rock. Lûgnût was huddled beneath Elempí. "What're you doing there, Lug?" "It's safe by you, oh Grand Anakronist." "But I'm not-" A forlorn yet angry howl cut Elempí off in mid-denial. Panakeia looked at them both, hands on hips and shaking her head. "Some warriors you two make." "I'm not a warrior, I'm a lover." "Shut up, Lûgnût," said Elempí, "and don't mimic my voice." "What should we do?" Lûgnût whined. "Stay out of the way of werewolves, sword wielding madmen, angry balrogs, and all-knowing omnipotent types. Not to mention armies." "And watch out for Alatar the Brown and his purple riders," Panakeia said, pointing. "But what should we dooooooo?" Lûgnût pleaded with irritating vehemence. "Oh go snarl at somebody!" Elempí yelled dismissively. Lûgnût pouted. "Oh knock it off, Luggy, you're hopeless when it comes to battle and so am I. I belong in an ivory tower in Umbar. Or at least a jet black one, so long as it has books and scrolls and students that think my every word is golden gossamer lore. And you," he said to Panakeia, "quit standing there like you're disappointed that I'm not some kind of hero and come here out of the line of fire!" Elempí grasped her hand and pulled her beneath the rock. At least now the ugly Luggy cowering beneath him was offset by the winsome Panakeia beside him. He smiled.