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Subject: No Need for Gratitude Author: Sahrien [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:00:02 06/27/02 Thu Sahrien listened patiently as Harion spoke of his family and their troubles. She felt pity for the boy, yet she also felt a sort of respect and admiration for him. To come to Minas Tirith, alone and so far from home, showed that he was strong, despite his young age. Sahrien quickly realised that this was perhaps the most in depth relationship she'd ever had with a human. She smiled inwardly. In thousands of years of walking the earth, she had never met a human before she came to Minas Tirith. Even then, she payed little attention to them. She thought of them as mice, running around in a frenzy as if the entire world was about to end, making everyday's conflict seem like a mighty war-- not to mention the short lifespan. I guess, though, she said to herself, it seems like such a short life to us immortal folk. "...She must have known that I was new to the city. Farming I can cope with. I know the dangers: drought... wolf attacks... raids...hard labour and hunger, I can deal with all them. Yet storekeepers are beyond me!" Harion said, bringing Sahrien out of her thoughts. She laughed at the joke, her light and carefree laugh. It made her eyes twinkle and her hair toss slightly. Suddenly, Harion stopped, “How can I thank you properly?” he asked “If you hadn’t helped me, I would be in serious trouble, How I can ever repay you?” he said. Sahrien smiled, yet again that day. "There is no need to thank me, dear boy. Perhaps, though, you could repay me with your friendship? It does become quite lonely, here. I, too am far away from my home and my people. I like you, Harion, you are a strong boy and will become a strong man, someday soon. Your father should be proud of you," she said. She watched his messy blonde hair toss slightly as the breeze blew, making the dust swirl in the streets and the voices of the people muffled. She did hope they could be friends. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]