Enemy of Debt (Lithien) [June 3010]
Dec 10, 2018 17:52:36 GMT -5
Post by Havard on Dec 10, 2018 17:52:36 GMT -5
"'Twould have been more impressive had I escaped without a scratch," Havard responded with a modest smile.
The Daleman's eyes followed Lithien as she meandered over to some trees and began to gather her ingredients. He had scarcely imagined himself able to share company with women of the Elf-kind, let alone develop close relations with them. The Elves had always seemed a distant an almost unreachable folk, despite Mirkwood resting so close to the Lonely Mountain. The history of cooperation between Elves and Men in the Third Age was scarce, and this only added to the feeling of alienation Havard normally had for the Elves. Lithien was quickly dissipating that icy exterior, though. And as she bent to pick up some foliage, Havard's manly gaze could not help but travel down with her.
Nearby the spot where she was grazing, also on the forest floor, spiders gathered. Havard noticed the moving ground at first and thought little of it; only did he grow concerned when he looked up to the treetops and observed remnants of webbing that scratched their way between the trees like silver nets. By the time he turned again to get Lithien's attention, she had already ventured further towards the mouth of the rocky outcropping - a cave. Inside was nothing but a haunting blackness. A stirring inside, and soon the blackness gave way to giant, spindly legs encroaching from it; first one, then two, then three.
"Lithien! Go!" Havard shouted, for there was no hiding from the eight-foot-tall spider now.
His sword and shield in hand, Havard rushed towards the spider in a desperate attempt to space himself between the creature and his Elven companion, as its fangs were already bared once it had pulled its bulbous exterior from the cave.
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The Daleman's eyes followed Lithien as she meandered over to some trees and began to gather her ingredients. He had scarcely imagined himself able to share company with women of the Elf-kind, let alone develop close relations with them. The Elves had always seemed a distant an almost unreachable folk, despite Mirkwood resting so close to the Lonely Mountain. The history of cooperation between Elves and Men in the Third Age was scarce, and this only added to the feeling of alienation Havard normally had for the Elves. Lithien was quickly dissipating that icy exterior, though. And as she bent to pick up some foliage, Havard's manly gaze could not help but travel down with her.
Nearby the spot where she was grazing, also on the forest floor, spiders gathered. Havard noticed the moving ground at first and thought little of it; only did he grow concerned when he looked up to the treetops and observed remnants of webbing that scratched their way between the trees like silver nets. By the time he turned again to get Lithien's attention, she had already ventured further towards the mouth of the rocky outcropping - a cave. Inside was nothing but a haunting blackness. A stirring inside, and soon the blackness gave way to giant, spindly legs encroaching from it; first one, then two, then three.
"Lithien! Go!" Havard shouted, for there was no hiding from the eight-foot-tall spider now.
His sword and shield in hand, Havard rushed towards the spider in a desperate attempt to space himself between the creature and his Elven companion, as its fangs were already bared once it had pulled its bulbous exterior from the cave.
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