Gimli -- The Quest Continues...

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Subject: Gimli

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Rhylin

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Date Posted: 11:30:50 08/13/02 Tue

Rhylin did not follow Laeriel out of the room immediately; there was something yet to say.
"Your majesty?" he asked uncertainly, interupting the king's silent thought.
"Yes?" Elessar mumbled dejectedly.
"The vision I have just spoken of was not the only one I recieved recently that concerns you and your friends..."

Blood trickles down a corse cheek, split by a rusty knife. A grinning face, sadistically taking pleasure in the anguish it is causing.

"Are you alright?" The king's voice broke through to Rhylin as he wavered.
"I'm fine. It was only a memory, not a vision. I would be far worse off it it had been." He tried briefly to clear his head before proceeding.
"Your majesty, when was the last time you saw Gimli son of Gloin?"
"Some time ago. Why do you ask?"
Rhylin ignored the question and asked his own instead. "Do you have any idea where he might be at the present time?"
The king stared at him for some time and Rhylin started to feel distinctly uncomfortable.
"He never returned with Legolas," Elessar realised. "Did he even leave with Legolas?" he asked in bewilderment.
"He did not."
"Then where is he?"
An evil cackle revererates around the cavern. The dwarf glares defiently, half his beard missing.
"He is being held by the enemy who saught to capture the prince of Mirkwood. What their design is I do not know. I can only tell you that the son of Gloin is in great peril." He stood awardly for a while before clearing his throat. "I'm afraid that after delivering such news I must depart. Before I leave however I must stress the urgency of the dwarf's situation. I believe the orcs have been ordered not to kill him but their patience grows thin and they lust for his blood."

He bowed curtly and left as quickly as it was in his power to do so.

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