Olòrin Blunderbuss
Olòrin paced backwards and forwards; to and fro. The others sat at the great table. No-one spoke.
Suddenly the door burst forth and in entered Mithrandir. He strode swiftly to the table and seated himself beside Calthak.
"I am glad we are all now assembled. I must speak to you of a most urgent matter."
The others turned and payed close attention.
"The mighty warrior High Inquisitor Furomon has left this city; left to prove just that. To prove he is a mighty warrior. Without his strength, we will not be able to hold the enemy out for long, and by this time tomorrow, it will be they who sit here and no longer us.
"Furomon is powerful but, as it would seem, somewhat foolish. He has left in order to seek out the camping ground of the enemy, then to return and to lead an army upon them. This is a dream, a dream that could never become reality. The enemy has scouts and other 'friends'. He will be found out, trapped and killed. We must go after him."
The others appeared to be considering this in doubtful anxiety. Olòrin continued,
"We must get to him before morning else all will fall and we will certainly be killed. We will leave the army, we will leave Elaynnor and her cavalry. Indeed, only we shall go. The rest will remain lest we should not return.
"But it is not for me to decide, but for you. Should we go after High Inquisitor Furomon or remain here, and defend the city?"
[ 02-06-2005, 01:30 PM: Message edited by: Blunderbuss ]
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