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Subject: Sircyn Author: Sircyn [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:45:19 06/28/02 Fri Sircyn watched the warrior's face as the elves left the fencing ring. "Forget her, Keth." "What?" "The woman, Lómódë. She's not for you." "Advice? From you?" "Drop it." "You mean you're actually trying to help us grow? Usually you just bellow at me: 'Ten laps! Ten pressups!'" "If you insist I'll have ten press-ups then." "You can't be serious." "Who's the general here? Now hurry before i make it twenty. And Keth," Sircyn knelt on the ground, down by the squatting warrior. "You did well. You just need to work on your upper blocks." "And my entire techneque. She completely slaughtered me." "You can't beat everyone. It's one of the more important lessons you must learn." "What about you?" "I always win. That's another lesson. Now," he said rising, "I'll have those press-ups from you now." The man grinned at him and Sircyn moved away, nodding at some of the warriors, stopping to talk to others. While his face remained expressionless with, each soldier he talked to his pride grew. When the fires had come none had panicked. They had stood their ground and remembered their training. Most of them were still extreamly green however, youths who had become soldiers inspired by the legend of King Elessar. The reality of war was quite different. "Sircyn, run! It's too late for me." "With all due respect I'm not leaving you, sir." "Don't be a fool man, you know I can't abide them. Run." His general had been killed that day and back in Gondor Sircyn had been promoted to a post he felt he did not deserve and could not fulfill. Over the years though he had grown to love the job and the men under him as the sons he had never had. Tomorro, he decided, he would take some of them out to extinquish some of the remaining orc patrols. It would be good practice. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]