~Dandrë~
Rohan warrior
Dreamer
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Post by ~Dandrë~ on Dec 31, 2005 3:19:11 GMT
"Can this be Beren, good sir?" a young voice ventured tentatively. All eyes turned to the speaker, who had before gone unseen. She lay crouched just behind the ranger's chair, her eyes wide with attention. She could not have been more than eight.
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Post by Tishamet on Jan 1, 2006 15:48:15 GMT
The old wizard smiled at the young girl. "Well, child. You are well informed, and very bright, I see. Come, sit with us. My old brain is in need of refreshing. Come, and enlighten us with your youth."
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~Dandrë~
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Post by ~Dandrë~ on Jan 4, 2006 0:38:27 GMT
The little girl seemed to gain confidence at the wizard's friendliness. "Well," she began, slowly addressing the wizard, though with a matter-of-factness her voice which was endearing in one so young, "It could not have been one of your race, since you are not born of this earth... or so they say. Likewise, it could not have been an elf, since the 'elfs gift' was "surrendered to a mortal hand", namely, his. Lastly, who could the "greenwoods daughter" be, but Luthien? She is the only maiden of any renown who was also born in Doriath, the greenwood."
"I will not mind if I am wrong," she said timidly, turning to the old ranger.
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~Dandrë~
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Post by ~Dandrë~ on Feb 27, 2006 22:20:12 GMT
The little girl sighed, pulling her shawl more tightly about her thin shoulders. Was the old ranger ever going to satisfy her with an answer to the riddle?
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