Ack, three days late! I'm really sorry! Things are pretty crazy around here at the moment (in a good way, mind you), so I had to put off updating 'til today. I hope you're not too disappointed with me?
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Chapter 8: Mirrormere in the Dale
In the fading twilight, a figure stands alone at the water's edge, tall and slender. He reaches out as if both longing and fearing to dip his fingers into the mountain pool, to feel the icy caress of the waters on his own warm skin, and risk the fading beauty.
Any familiar with the tarn, called Kheled-zâram in the tongue of Durin's folk, would know what has held him there entranced: stars shone there in the deep, although the sky above was clouded over.
Abruptly, he looks up, aware of presence that now taints this place, but his weapons are lost; he has nowhere to go.
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As dusk fades to cloudy night, a body floats in the chill waters of Mirrormere, seeming to drift among the stars.
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Short one this time! It'll go back to a more reasonable length next chapter, though.
Alynna Lis Eachann: Phew, I'm so glad I didn't lose everyone after that long (also that I'm not the only one ^^). Thanks! Using Aragorn instead of Legolas had me a bit worried.
Rabbit of Iron: No more four months of waiting, don't worry! Hmm..Legolas was off a-wandering in more ways than one, and at the moment the Wargs are profoundly useful, reappearing writing implements (in other words, I think they're really fun to play with for some reason). Hehe, I have so much fun thinking up all the weird things they could get themselves into..hopefully I'll be able to get in a few more.