The Rider of Rohan.
Summary: there is a rider of Rohan who follows the felloship (Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn) wanting to talk to them, it has important information,
"Riders of Rohan" (hence the title) "what news of the mark?" a deep voice called out.
The outcast group turned and rode toward the voice. They circled them so they couldn't escape. "What does a man, an elf, and a dwarf have in the riddermark? Speak quickly!" Eomer asked. "Give me your name horseman and I shall give you mine," the dwarf Gimli said. Eomer got off his horse and walked over to them he said "I would cut off your head dwarf if it were but a few more inches off the ground" a bow was pointed towards him instantly and the whistle of an arrow taken out of a quiver sounded. "You would die before your stroke fell!" the elf said. (I am too lazy so I'm not going to put the dialogue in but I had to do this part 'cause it's one of my favorites! ^_^)
Eomer whistled "Arcufer, Eron, may these horses bear you to better fortune than their previous riders". He got back up on his horse and called for the riders to move out.
Of course I didn't move out I followed them but I made sure to keep back a good way so the elf or the man wouldn't hear me.
My horse sired by one of the maresses and damed by one of the best horses was a great one. His name was Moon's fire, but I called him fire. He was a horse that was small just right for me, he blended in with most terrains like forest, plain, and other things but when the moonlight hit him you could see his grandness you could feel the aura of his royalty or will, but what was most extraordinary was that in the moonlight he turned a brilliant shade of crimson and his mane and tail when he moved they looked like fire, and after his rider died he took to no one, except me.
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Summary: there is a rider of Rohan who follows the felloship (Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn) wanting to talk to them, it has important information,
"Riders of Rohan" (hence the title) "what news of the mark?" a deep voice called out.
The outcast group turned and rode toward the voice. They circled them so they couldn't escape. "What does a man, an elf, and a dwarf have in the riddermark? Speak quickly!" Eomer asked. "Give me your name horseman and I shall give you mine," the dwarf Gimli said. Eomer got off his horse and walked over to them he said "I would cut off your head dwarf if it were but a few more inches off the ground" a bow was pointed towards him instantly and the whistle of an arrow taken out of a quiver sounded. "You would die before your stroke fell!" the elf said. (I am too lazy so I'm not going to put the dialogue in but I had to do this part 'cause it's one of my favorites! ^_^)
Eomer whistled "Arcufer, Eron, may these horses bear you to better fortune than their previous riders". He got back up on his horse and called for the riders to move out.
Of course I didn't move out I followed them but I made sure to keep back a good way so the elf or the man wouldn't hear me.
My horse sired by one of the maresses and damed by one of the best horses was a great one. His name was Moon's fire, but I called him fire. He was a horse that was small just right for me, he blended in with most terrains like forest, plain, and other things but when the moonlight hit him you could see his grandness you could feel the aura of his royalty or will, but what was most extraordinary was that in the moonlight he turned a brilliant shade of crimson and his mane and tail when he moved they looked like fire, and after his rider died he took to no one, except me.
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