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Keldir was aware of the steps ringing behind him. As he kept running, he dug through his mind to find a solution to this mess. Now you know why he didn't normally steal from bakers.
He was still fairly new to the city of Dale, so he was struggling to think of where to run. He needed a busy street so he could lose the guards, but he also needed to stay away from where he actually took the bread. He cursed under his breath. Why was he so greedy?
The footsteps were becoming louder, and he was running out of fallback time. He took a deep breath and did a ninety degree turn into the crowded town square. He pushed through everyone, moving in jagged lines. As he wove in and out he started to slow to a light jog, trying to fit in.
When he finally made it to the other side of the crowded street he picked up his run again. The footsteps had lost the metallic clang but they were still there. Quieter and nimbler but still there. He stopped when he hit the outer wall. He didn't really want to leave the city, but he saw no other choice. The footsteps were steadily growing stronger. Keldir took a quick peek over his shoulder to see a blonde dwarf chasing after him. He see features, so Keldir couldn't tell if he was a treat. He sighed and leapt over the wall.
A blonde dwarf without armor? Keldir thought as he ran into the forest. He was going to have to hide out in his deposit spot for the blackmarket. If he placed an item in here, the vendor he worked for would send someone to pick it up. Could it be? He thought hopefully. His better reason yelled at him. It couldn't be him. They had left him. They were dead to him. A small voice shouted that it was not true, that he did want his family back, but it was quickly shut down. He did not want to see those traitors again.
The deposit spot Keldir was running too was in a cave. To enter it, you needed to crawl through a small rabbit like hole. It was annoying, but it did it's job. No one had figured out it was there. He didn't go into it though, because if the blondey saw, his secret was out.
Instead, he turned around and pulled an arrow from the quiver strapped across his back and notched it onto his bow. He held it loose at his side, waiting for the chasing dwarf to appear. If he made it through all the people, trees would be no problem.
It was about a minute or so until the blonde dwarf appeared. When he got to a good ten feet away from me I tightened my bow, pointing it at his head.
"I wouldn't take a step closer if I were you," Keldir said simply. He had killed before, and he wasn't afraid to do it again. The blonde dwarf stood still, glancing up and down Keldir as if he was trying to make himself believe something. Then he started to mumble illegible words. It took awhile before Keldir chould understand them.
"No, it can't be," the blonde said to himself, then stared Keldir right in the eyes. "Kili?"
Phew, how was that? I'm finally over the writers block! YAAAY!
I noticed that Ben's username STILL didn't come out right, so I'll try again. It is: 999333 - Hopefully that works!
There was not a quote in this chapter but there will be in the next. Brownie points for anyone who comments. (I really am tallying these up and you will be rewarded for helping me out.)
My friends were not too fond of this chapter . . . so if you would tell me what you think. There was lots of arguing about things like bad memories and unrealism. So tell me what you think.
With that, I hope you enjoyed!
