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Date Posted: 12:45:56 02/27/03 Thu
Author: Evenstar
Author Host/IP: bgp01102045bgs.wbrmfd01.mi.comcast.net / 68.42.34.224
Subject: ~Si man i yulma nin equantuva?~

Aragorn, O Aragorn
To you have I sworn
My immortal life
Estel, I love you so,
And through your trials,
My love will only grow�.

Aragorn, O Aragorn
For you shall I mourn
When your days have passed on;
Estel, I�ll love you
Even when you�re gone�.

I Am Blessed - Evenstar

I Have Lived - Six Cold Seasons

My Race Is - That of the Desert

I Am Cloaked In - White Silk

I Float - 15.1 hh - Above the Earth

I Am - of the Fairer

....Evenstar....

- Another place....

I watch the other inhabitants from the shadows of a grassy hill, the foliage flattening with a crunch under nervously shifting daggers, shadowed even in the bright afternoon sun. Cerulean occuli shift to the heavens, taking in the clear, cloudless view. Pallet tips to the side slightly, tower cocking as I listen for any possible dangers: I have heard that the most fatal of things live here, but it is my last place to go save the South, and there I would surely swelter. Hind limb is lifted ever so slightly and slammed to the earth with a quiet thud, dust clouds raising to meet my hock. Cloak quivers to rid myself of the cumbersome pests, banner snapping against haunch to aid, as ivories clench against veil to groom the tangles through.

Where is he?

Where is my King?

Cautious deux-count is taken forward, all muscles tensing to ready themselves to spring into action should any danger arise. My entire stance is of fear and lonliness; how I long for the companionship of others! Harsh breath flows through nares with distinct sound, the unfamiliar presence of others striking further terror into my heart. My thoughts turn to the man that tried to capture me as I retreated from my home....

How I loathe the human race....

Is there no escape? -

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