She stayed quiet, suddenly seeming a bit more irritated. She looked up over the rocks as the shadows grew longer. It was getting later.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"Getting dark." Was all she said. She checked her pistols. Of course they weren't loaded. They'd need to be cleaned after all they went through as well. Once they made it to wherever they were headed she'd clean them up, after dealing with the Roland fellow's shackles. That would be a job.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"Yep. But do you see that?" They pointed toward the horizon. "We're aiming for that rock formation to stay the night. It'll provide some cover from the wind."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
She could see the formation. They were right, it wouldn't be so bad out of the wind, and she was tired. While the chattering would be irritating after weeks of silence, there was something to be said for being able to rest while others kept watch.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"So." Bug sidled up to her. "You're a human, then. You eat human food?"
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
She frowned and looked at him directly in his optics, not impressed with his apparent reasoning capabilities. "What little of that is left lying around."
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"Don't you get tired of having to provide yourself with constant sustenance?" "He's setting you up to lose," Jackson warned Rhys. "He did this with Roland, too."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"Yep." She turned away, hardly paying him any heed. He was added to her list of those she didn't like already. Him and that scarecrow.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"So why do you eat, then? It seems like a struggle." "Give it a rest, Bug." Jackson dropped back to walk with Rhys. "I'm sorry about him. His programming is....unique."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
All of them were. They were an odd group of individuals. But then again, you never knew what you might run across. At this point, anything was believable. She continued on in silence. She didn't seem like she was interested in holding up a conversation.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"Uh..." Jackson hesitated. "So do you like weapons? Bug likes weapons." "Clubs and sticks," Bug clarified.
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
"I like my pistols. I'd use them more if powder wasn't so hard to come by." Scraps of cloth and rocks vaguely the size of a ball would suffice in a pinch, but there wasn't much one could use in place of the explosive.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"Best to stick with close combat weapons or wind-up projectile weapons," Bug said primly. "They don't need much in the way of material."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
