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Subject: Champion Author: Legolas [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:59:01 04/10/02 Wed Politely, Legolas waited for the girl to speak, pondering the meaning of Lómódë's words. What had the faery said to her? It must have been something, to get round the steel he had seen in his lovely companion's face. Lómódë had been carefully neutral with what she had said to him, but was he imagining or it or was there an undercurrent of warning there? He couldn't be sure. It was more than that though. The she-elf had seemed so fragile and child-like, appealing to him for protection. Although it had been from a distance, the looks of dislike on the faces of both females had been apparent. Did the faery wish harm to Lómódë? Did she have some sort of hold over her? He glanced quickly at the girl standing next to him. Her expression was set into a polite mask, but he thought he caught a glimpse of uncertanity in her deep blue eyes. Trying to look as nonchalant as possible, he shifted his body to stand in front of her- a defending champion, he thought wryly. But a champion who has no idea who he's defending, or even if he's defending the right person. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]