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Old 05-16-2004, 05:19 PM   #11
littlemanpoet
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Tolkien Eodwine

Falowik helped Eodwine find clothes off the tallest guard corpse. The shirt had a hole at the heart, from the arrow that had pierced it, but it would have to do.

Next, the party found a stretcher packed away in a store-room, doubtless used by the guards to haul the leeched corpses away. They cleaned it, and placed it next to Lira, and carefully moved her onto it.

Through these things happened, Eodwine met and befriended most of the party: as well as Thoronmir, Falowik, and Falco, he met bright Lumiel, and dark and powerful Eswen, and Furman the former guard of the Master. Eodwine paid close attention to Furman at first, and decided that this one had done much to aid in his own rescue, and in the downfall of Herugor, and maybe had paid his debts at least in part. He would be given no ill treatment from Eodwine.

One other kept to herself, but Eodwine noticed her. She had made herself useful as much as she could, but she never smiled, and seemed to keep herself apart from the party as much as the others included her.

After they had carried Lira out of the fortress and walked around the hill to the car, and laid her on it, he walked over to the silent girl.

"Who is this silent beauty?"

The girl looked about her and saw no one else to whom his question could be addressed, or to whom he could refer.

"I am called Finëwen, sir." She looked up at him briefly, then looked away, as if she could not find the right thing to do with her hands; one finally came to rest on her sword hilt, the other chafed at dirt that was not there on her trousers.

"Call me Eodwine, Finëwen. The party is about to move out. Will you walk with me?"

Surprise was in her eyes. She nodded, and they began to follow the wagon. Eodwine asked her how she had become involved in the adventure, and through fits and starts of slow speech, over the course of many hours, he had her story from her, and began to relate his own.

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