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Subject: Storm Author: Brooke, Omiril [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:56:35 08/01/02 Thu After the initial surprise of being discovered Brooke smiled down on Omiril and waved. Omiril frowned. She was sure that Brooke had done something bad. She couldn't see why Whitemoon stood behind her on everything she did. He never seemed to try and right her wrongs but then again he kept her from really doing something bad. Omiril signaled for Brooke to come down. She clearly saw the surprise in the Feairalevs face. ' So,' she thought,' This people don't really know of her existense.' Omiril sighted. She had planned on talking some sense into the Feairalev and make sure she returned home. Then she would finally be able to explore Middle Earth a little longer before returning to her home too. It all had seemed so easy when the remaining elders had asked her to perform the task. " All you have to do," they had said," Is convince the Feairalev to leave for her cousins homeland. When this happens Whitemoon will return to the land of his kindred where perhaps others that did not take a step upon Middle Earth still live. At least that is what we hope." Looking back at it now Omiril saw how folish exepting this task had been. But now here she was. She now had two choices; Walk away from this or help in the distruction of the Dark Lord. She knew that Brooke worked for the Dark Lord but she had sworn no oath. She was free to choose any side or leave one and if she wished return to it. She also had weapons the Dark Lord had given to her freely perhaps he thought that he could buy her loyalty with that. But Omiril knew better. The only way to buy a Feairalevs loyalty was to save her or, in this case, save Whitemoons life. The Dark Lord had been a fool giving her those weapons. Especially because they belonged to the elders of Middle Earth. The bow she seemed to carry with her was once a treasured weapon of the High Elves. She was sure she had the staff that belonged to her race. But that was not a problem. Anyone could use the staff but it would only be at the beck and call of eighter a High Elf or an Earth Nymph.She could easily deal with that problem. She would not call the elders to the aid of this people. At least not yet. She would attempt to help them and convince Brooke to come to their side. If that did not work she would call on the elders for help. ' Now what do you suppose that Nymph is thinking?' Brooke thought. She really didn't care it was time to get back to her job. But exacly what else could she do? She thought for a minute. ' I could let the horses out, or start new fires everywhere. Wonder how they would deal with earth fire but then again the earth fire is used to bring forth life from the earth not to hurt or destroy it.I'm not about to use the wind. That would kill with out mercy. I do not kill only keep of guard.' she smiled " Whitemoon I think this place needs a little more green on it." spreading her wings she flew away. Whitemoon shook his head and followed. She looked back at the palace. " Yes I do believe this is good enough." She raised her bow and shot forth a green arrow. It struck the ground ten feet from the palace grounds, the green fire spread faster than any wild fire and all kinds of plant life came to life growing at a rapid pace and becoming even bigger than what their natural size should be. Brooke went around the palace shooting arrows. by the time she returned to where she originally had been. the palace was sourrounded with giant trees and other kinds of plant life that were unaturaly tall and thick. No one could find their way out of there, exept for elves and Nymphs who could climb the tall trees and swing from their branches. She then fired a blue arrow towards the sky and a minute later a storm had come down with full force. She shot a light green arrow into the wind and it dissolved into the wind atracting wind and making it blow faster and making it stronger. The storm and all its fury centered itself in Minas Tirith and nowhere else. Brooke and Whitemoon made their way out of the city and back to the forest. ' This,' Brooke thought,' will most certainly keep them busy.' [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]