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The Shades of the Argonauts Part 14. Rivendell"Dr. Narheda! Narheda?" the clear ringing voice called out over the dig the moment Narheda stepped out of the tent. Immediately, she was blinded by the hot late summer's mid-morning sun and she tipped down the rim of her hat to avoid the stark light, squinting her eyes and knowing she'd get another wrinkle. One of the minor hazards of her profession. Then she looked out over the more than two miles broad excavation on the shore-side of the Rapids of Bruinen, just downstream of the power plant with its huge dam.The Shades of the Argonauts Part 14. Rivendell by ~cosmicwind
Almost 50 people were at work here, having excavated a bakers dozen of ruins in various sizes, from large and impressive structures which had doubtlessly been public halls to small huts which were probably private homes. All of the structures bearing the signs of that more or less alien architecture, which the archeologists had come to define as Elven by now. And none of them were apartment buildings. Elves didn't do apartment buildings.
This was the Rivendell, the Rivinederl or
The Shades of the Argonauts Part 13.Speakers CorneThe Javelin made a casual left and fell in with the pace of the evening traffic, moving north down the broad and tree lined West Shore Drive. By the quay walk on their left hand, small restaurants were scattered, their cozy orange light gleaming in the rapidly falling darkness and people could be seen moving about, darker shadows against the dusky surroundings. On the houses lining the right side of the boulevard, neon and light boards was lighting up, advertising all kinds of things from theatre plays to toothpaste.The Shades of the Argonauts Part 13.Speakers Corne by ~cosmicwind
Everything out there seemed so absurdly normal to Narheda, especially since she was brooding over the fact that the man behind the wheel of the sports car was a real life Istari. A several thousand years old legend coming alive, a legend who had met Elves for real, and could tell what they had looked like. What they had been like! And most of all what become of them! Still he looked so perfectly – normal, with his salt and pepper beard and the sinewy, sl
The Shades of the Argonauts Part 12. The IstariNarheda stood back, letting Mitikas deal with the enraged ferry personnel, who were yelling about their destroyed vessel. The older man did that with a thick bundle of cash money he placed in the hand of the portly man with the largest number of stripes on his jacket. The captain.The Shades of the Argonauts Part 12. The Istari by ~cosmicwind
"That should cover it, I assume," he said gently and at the sight of the colourful plastic squares, the captain shut up as if someone had put a cork in his mouth. An almost funny experience, and in spite of everything, Narheda felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips at the scene.
"You always do that?" she asked of Mitikas when he returned to her and Luwan by the car. "Either shoot yourself trough or pay yourself through a dilemma? That sounds like a very expensive and hazardous way to go through life if you ask me."
"Yes, but more fun," the bearded man grinned before he turned serious. "However I know it's far from a regular way to manage your life these days. And no, I normally don't do it this way, howev
The Shades of the Argonauts Part 11. The tough getThe Shades of the Argonauts Part 11. The tough gets goingThe Shades of the Argonauts Part 11. The tough get by ~cosmicwind
Bracing against the blackness, that was beginning to seep in at the corners of his eyes, Mitikas threw his head backwards, becoming rewarded with a shrill yell of agony as the back of his scull hit the face of Sarigiana. She lost her grip around him and he spun around, catching the small time window she was out of balance and grabbed her right arm. Quickly folding forwards he tipped her body over him in a wide angle and hurled her into the wall. He could hear a horrid smack and the breaking of bones as Sarigiana hit the concrete, still he felt no remorse, that woman wouldn't have hesitated a second to kill him, she sure had tried that more than once before. As a matter of fact, Mitikas had done the same, several times, although always to his dismay failing.
Gripping her collars he crashed her head once more against the wall, that was all he had the time for now. He was doubhtful this would kill Sarigiana, however she was
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