like
the hallway, and carved molding crowned their tops. A table with
six chairs stood near the fireplace, yet there was no food.
"We hope you find this pleasing," the elf
spoke.
"Yes," Seth replied. "It is magnificent. I
can see that Dunane possesses great artisans."
"Thank you, sir. I shall inform my superiors
of your compliment."
"Please do," said Seth as he sat down on the
soft bed. "Good night to you, my good elf."
The elf bowed and smiled. Before he exited,
he gave Lorn one last sour look. "The dwarf's room is across the
hall." He stepped out of the room and closed the door.
Lorn took advantage of the lack of elvish
eyes on his person and moved to the table. He ran his fingers along
the finely polished wood and beamed. "Such detail and care went
into this piece of work," he murmured. He inspected the high-backed
chairs. "I will have to remember these designs for my own
work."
"Please be careful over there," Seth warned
as he unfastened his shoulder armor, placed it on the bed, then
removed his cloak. Rising slightly to remove the cloak from beneath
him, he discarded the drenched garment to the foot of the bed. Seth
shifted his sheathed sword as he lay down, burying his head in the
pillows. His eyes fluttered as sleep took him.
Lorn took off his cloak as well and threw it
over the back of the chair nearest the fire. He warmed himself with
the flames as he looked the room over again. "I do wish we had some
food, though. My stomach hates me at the moment." He approached the
bed and saw Seth well on his way to sleep. "If you'll give me your
sword, I'll put it in a safe place."
"No," Seth answered softly.
Lorn took Seth's cloak, folded it, and took
up his armor. Sitting on the bed, he found immediate comfort, and
hoped his lodgings would be just as nice. Perhaps the elves would
not deny him a peaceful rest. Lorn rose to his feet and returned to
the fireplace, taking Seth's belongings and placing them on the
chair next to his cloak. He smiled at the sleeping knight and at
last opened the door, entered into the hallway, and closed the door
behind him.
Chapter Three: A New Journey
The sun rose swiftly over the world, and all
devices of evil fled the Valley of Dunane. The elves broke free of
their fears and began to carry out their daily routines. Not one
cloud marred the blue sky, and the temperature was pleasant for the
new day.
Inside the palace, Seth still slept in his
warm bed. His room was filled with soft rays of sunlight, and
sounds of chirping birds entered through the window. No more horrid
noises of clashing thunder or rain troubled his ears. He finally
opened his heavy eyelids and fought the urge to return to slumber.
His first thought was of the letter. Seth slipped his feet to the
floor. The fire still burned in the fireplace, and he noticed two
cloaks on the chairs as he rubbed his eyes.
"I don't even remember taking my cloak
off," he chuckled. "Good old Lorn, looking after my things." As he
stood up, his muscles felt stiff, and he stretched to shake the
pain from his body. Though the rest had been short, he did feel
much of his strength returning, but he was famished. He dusted off
his three-quarter-length jacket of forest green and the pants of
matching color. He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed his
shoulder armor from the chair and, without a thought, placed it on
his right shoulder, ran the strap across his chest and stomach,
brought it behind his back, and fastened it behind him. With cloaks
in hand, he started toward the door, thinking, I wonder where Lorn's got to.
He had not to go three steps to find the
dwarf. There in the hallway he sat, on a small stool with his back
to Seth. Seth crept nearer and saw his friend working feverishly on
a drawing. Seth smiled and admired it. Lorn was nearly finished
with copying a vase that sat on a table. Short, quick motions of
charcoal stroking the brown paper rasped faintly in Seth's ears. He
could not see the dwarf's intent
the hallway, and carved molding crowned their tops. A table with
six chairs stood near the fireplace, yet there was no food.
"We hope you find this pleasing," the elf
spoke.
"Yes," Seth replied. "It is magnificent. I
can see that Dunane possesses great artisans."
"Thank you, sir. I shall inform my superiors
of your compliment."
"Please do," said Seth as he sat down on the
soft bed. "Good night to you, my good elf."
The elf bowed and smiled. Before he exited,
he gave Lorn one last sour look. "The dwarf's room is across the
hall." He stepped out of the room and closed the door.
Lorn took advantage of the lack of elvish
eyes on his person and moved to the table. He ran his fingers along
the finely polished wood and beamed. "Such detail and care went
into this piece of work," he murmured. He inspected the high-backed
chairs. "I will have to remember these designs for my own
work."
"Please be careful over there," Seth warned
as he unfastened his shoulder armor, placed it on the bed, then
removed his cloak. Rising slightly to remove the cloak from beneath
him, he discarded the drenched garment to the foot of the bed. Seth
shifted his sheathed sword as he lay down, burying his head in the
pillows. His eyes fluttered as sleep took him.
Lorn took off his cloak as well and threw it
over the back of the chair nearest the fire. He warmed himself with
the flames as he looked the room over again. "I do wish we had some
food, though. My stomach hates me at the moment." He approached the
bed and saw Seth well on his way to sleep. "If you'll give me your
sword, I'll put it in a safe place."
"No," Seth answered softly.
Lorn took Seth's cloak, folded it, and took
up his armor. Sitting on the bed, he found immediate comfort, and
hoped his lodgings would be just as nice. Perhaps the elves would
not deny him a peaceful rest. Lorn rose to his feet and returned to
the fireplace, taking Seth's belongings and placing them on the
chair next to his cloak. He smiled at the sleeping knight and at
last opened the door, entered into the hallway, and closed the door
behind him.
Chapter Three: A New Journey
The sun rose swiftly over the world, and all
devices of evil fled the Valley of Dunane. The elves broke free of
their fears and began to carry out their daily routines. Not one
cloud marred the blue sky, and the temperature was pleasant for the
new day.
Inside the palace, Seth still slept in his
warm bed. His room was filled with soft rays of sunlight, and
sounds of chirping birds entered through the window. No more horrid
noises of clashing thunder or rain troubled his ears. He finally
opened his heavy eyelids and fought the urge to return to slumber.
His first thought was of the letter. Seth slipped his feet to the
floor. The fire still burned in the fireplace, and he noticed two
cloaks on the chairs as he rubbed his eyes.
"I don't even remember taking my cloak
off," he chuckled. "Good old Lorn, looking after my things." As he
stood up, his muscles felt stiff, and he stretched to shake the
pain from his body. Though the rest had been short, he did feel
much of his strength returning, but he was famished. He dusted off
his three-quarter-length jacket of forest green and the pants of
matching color. He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed his
shoulder armor from the chair and, without a thought, placed it on
his right shoulder, ran the strap across his chest and stomach,
brought it behind his back, and fastened it behind him. With cloaks
in hand, he started toward the door, thinking, I wonder where Lorn's got to.
He had not to go three steps to find the
dwarf. There in the hallway he sat, on a small stool with his back
to Seth. Seth crept nearer and saw his friend working feverishly on
a drawing. Seth smiled and admired it. Lorn was nearly finished
with copying a vase that sat on a table. Short, quick motions of
charcoal stroking the brown paper rasped faintly in Seth's ears. He
could not see the dwarf's intent
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