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Date Posted: 02:13:07 05/19/02 Sun
Derrion struggled with the weight of the harness. He was strong, but not strong enough to bear the weight for an entire journey. His muscles were burning slightly, all throughout his arms and his back. He turned towards Arracus. Arracus was lasting twice as long as him. He flew foward with purpose and speed. Derrion's eyes drifted towards Rhylin, he smiled. Rhylin was dancing through the air, carelessly twisting and twirling. Flying was one of the only things that made him happy, since Laeriel left. Derrion knew one of the reasons Rhylin was so happy was because he was going to see Laeriel.
Derrion looked down at the landscape moving slowly beneath him. Minas Tirith wasn't really that far away, Laeriel had journied on foot. If one flew, it only took a few days. Flying made Derrion nervous, faeries were not supposed to be seen. They had made the exception because Arwen was traveling with them, and they did not want a woman with-child to travel so far on her feet. Arwen was already quite worn out from the emotional journey she had taken, and that journey was still not over.
Derrion once again looked toward Rhylin, it would be his turn soon. He hated to do it to Rhylin, flying freely gave him so much joy, but Derrion felt the aching in his muscles and decided it was his turn to be free. Derrion called to Rhylin,"Rhylin, hate to break up the party but I'm afraid it's your turn," he said, "My arms are about to drop off." He said the last part only loud enough for Rhylin to hear, so as not to offend Arwen. He knew women of all races wouldn't take kindly to a comment such as that. Rhylin's face fell. He sighed deeply, and with a heavy heart, he took Derrion's part of the harness. Rhylin's eyes widened in suprise at the harness's weight, it was heavier than one would think. Rhylin was stronger and a bit taller than Derrion, though, though all three of the faeries were above average hight, and Derrion was sure Rhylin could handle the weight longer than he could. Arracus was the strongest of the three, though, and stil he flew on, the strain of the weight barely regestering on his face.
Derrion sighed contently, it felt good to be free of the weight. He flew a bit lower than the rest of the company for a momment, peering through the clouds, trying to figure out where they were. The scenery rolled slowly by underneath him, his eyes searched for familiar landmarks. He flew back up towards Arracus and Rhylin.
"Not too far now, we should be pretty close," he said to them. Rhylin's face brightened and he seemed to gain the strenght of two faeries, suddenly increasing his speed by twofold. Arwen, on the other hand, failed to conceal the nervous look on her face, for a momment anyway. For her, the arrival at Minas Tirith would not be an entirely happy one. Derrion smiled at Rhylin's obvious excitement. He turned towards the horizon ahead of him, flying above the clouds just ahead of the rest of the party. In a little less than a day, their family would be reunited.
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