Karl stared at Dave. "You're not fucking serious! You're the one who bloody well changed the dressings on the result of Ãomer tangling with a Balrog. Besides, according to him, Gandalf killed it, Ãomer was just bait."
Karl wished again that they had someone here with power. Their shifts were warriors but that had never sufficed against the Wraiths. And if Ãomer were to fail . . . Karl didn't doubt that it was him who would die, not blondie.
He glared at Paris, unable to return the greeting, not when Paris's lover was being such an ass.
The idea of taking arms against a Wraith was ludicrous. But . . . they didn't know what he did. Probably not even Faramir, cause he'd blown the incident off and never mentioned it. Not even to Sean until Pete's phone call.
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Date: 2006-12-20 05:31 pm (UTC)Karl wished again that they had someone here with power. Their shifts were warriors but that had never sufficed against the Wraiths. And if Ãomer were to fail . . . Karl didn't doubt that it was him who would die, not blondie.
He glared at Paris, unable to return the greeting, not when Paris's lover was being such an ass.
The idea of taking arms against a Wraith was ludicrous. But . . . they didn't know what he did. Probably not even Faramir, cause he'd blown the incident off and never mentioned it. Not even to Sean until Pete's phone call.