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Post by Fäolin Nädindel on Mar 11, 2008 19:27:49 GMT -5
Eärendur, and his elven horse, Shadowfax, were near Petrovya, on their way to a meeting with King Orron and Lord Raylborn Theod of the Varden. "Calm Shadowfax" whispered Eärendur soothingly, stroking Shadowfax's pure white mane. Shadowfax, stopped before the entrance to a thick evergreen forest, and was hesitant to enter. Eärendur whisped quietly, "Let's Go" and Shadowfax slowly made his way into the forest. "Brisingr!" came a shout from above Eärendur and an explosion of flame erupted around him and Shadowfax. Eärendur leapt off of Shadowfax's back, and looked around, whispering something in the Ancient Language, there was a shreak, and a body fell from a tree. Eärendur walked over to the body, and pulling out his two blood-red longswords, kicked the motionless body "A Shade!" he whispered. Just then, numerous roars came from behind him, he swerved around reay for battle, and yelled "Urgals!" as at least ten Urgals bounded towards him in their crude armor, axes raised. Eärendur, quickly re-sheathed his longswords, and pulling out his yew bow; he noxed an arrow, and planning on returning the favor, yelled "Brinsingr!" as he released the arrow. It struck one of the Urgals in the forhead and then shot out a wave of fire, that killed all the Urgals. Eärendur re-sheathed his bow, and got back on Shadowfax, and quickly left the forest.
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