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***Mithadan*** · 09-19-2002, 01:35 PM

Mithadan walked along the main deck looking for Cami. His conversation with her had been cut short by the sound of swordplay, but now he wanted to further discuss her plan concerning the Hobbrim. He tripped suddenly and fell heavily to the deck.

He rolled to a sitting position grasping his right ankle in pain. Looking back, he saw what he had tripped upon; Angara sat there with tail extended looking self-satisfied.

"Angara!" he cried. "You have nearly broken my ankle!"

"Be content that I did not break more than that, Man," she replied.

"I see that you again do not call me by name," he responded. "Why would you do such a foolish thing, now of all times?"

"Consider it a warning," growled the wyrm. "Do no harm to Piosenniel, Man."

"I would as soon harm myself," Mithadan said with a grimace.

"She is 6000 years your elder!"

"Nearly 7000," he replied with a slight grin. "What business is this of yours?"

"It is her fate to return to the West," hissed the dragon. "You may not accompany her on that voyage."

"That is her choice," snapped Mithadan. "And she is Half-Elven. She may choose not to pass into the West. She may make the choice of Queen Arwen. She may choose to stay with me and..." He stopped in shock realizing what he had been about to say. A strange look came over his face.

"You are thinking now, Man," said Angara as she turned away.

Mithadan sat for a moment, lost in thought. Then he rose gingerly and proceeded to his cabin to wrap his ankle.

[ September 19, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ]

09-19-2002, 01:35 PM	#21
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,391	Mithadan walked along the main deck looking for Cami. His conversation with her had been cut short by the sound of swordplay, but now he wanted to further discuss her plan concerning the Hobbrim. He tripped suddenly and fell heavily to the deck. He rolled to a sitting position grasping his right ankle in pain. Looking back, he saw what he had tripped upon; Angara sat there with tail extended looking self-satisfied. "Angara!" he cried. "You have nearly broken my ankle!" "Be content that I did not break more than that, Man," she replied. "I see that you again do not call me by name," he responded. "Why would you do such a foolish thing, now of all times?" "Consider it a warning," growled the wyrm. "Do no harm to Piosenniel, Man." "I would as soon harm myself," Mithadan said with a grimace. "She is 6000 years your elder!" "Nearly 7000," he replied with a slight grin. "What business is this of yours?" "It is her fate to return to the West," hissed the dragon. "You may not accompany her on that voyage." "That is her choice," snapped Mithadan. "And she is Half-Elven. She may choose not to pass into the West. She may make the choice of Queen Arwen. She may choose to stay with me and..." He stopped in shock realizing what he had been about to say. A strange look came over his face. "You are thinking now, Man," said Angara as she turned away. Mithadan sat for a moment, lost in thought. Then he rose gingerly and proceeded to his cabin to wrap his ankle. [ September 19, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ] __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.