"Oh, please Grandfather?" pleaded Silver as she quickly followed her grandfather down the large marble hall.
"I do not think so, young lady…" said Old man River, Silver's grandfather, who walked through the halls with much speed.
Silver stopped and groaned, her blue eyes brightly blazing, "But I never am in charge when you are gone, even though I am the rightful one!" She then started following him again, long curly black hair flowing behind her.
River sighed, "No. You are to young." He said sternly. He wore long pale robes and a silver ring around his head. His hair was white, and his long beard was white as well. His grey eyes showed no budge into letting her lead the people of the Silver Tower for a week.
Silver pleaded, "I am NOT too young, grandfather, I am 389!" She definitely didn't look it though... She crossed her arms, moving slowly and elegantly as she followed him now down the great stairs. Her soft pale face was no longer lovely, as she showed a sign of retort. "And by this time I think you would know I am NOT to young!"
Old man River finally stopped, and looked at her, "Well, I am almost 20 times older then you... so to me you are young..." he looked away, and took a deep breath, "Do you really, believe you could handle such a responsibility?"
"Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Silver's face brightened up, as she almost begged, but quickly regained her structure. She stood straight and and nodded, "I do believe I can grandfather..."
Old man River rubbed his brow slowly and groaned, "Fine…you may rule while I am gone..."
Silver almost screamed for joy, she ran and hugged her grandfather, nearly knocking them both down the stairs. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She then grabbed the hem of her dress and ran back upstairs. She tripped once or twice, but regained her balance and made her way up the stairs.
Old man River shook his head, heading down to his horse, to leave.
Meanwhile, across the plain, walked three friends, on their way to war, "So, is it time for lunch yet? I'm starving…." Said Peregrin Took. Who happened to be a simple hobbit from the Shire, and by many was called Pippin.
"No." said Legolas Greenleaf, the elf prince of Mirkwood. He had his bow in hand and was walking in a fast pace.
"Oh c'mon, we haven't had a break in a few hours now!" said Meriadoc Brandybuck, also a hobbit from the shire, who was also called Merry.
Legolas looked back at both of them for a brief second, "The war waits for no man, or hobbit in this case…"
Pippin groaned, as did his stomach, "Well, can we at least eat something? My stomach can't wait..."
Legolas sighed finally, "Alright, but we make this a brief break…." Merry and Pippin both smiled, and quickly pulled out from their sacks a few muffins and carrots. Legolas got out nothing, not wishing to eat.
Then something became clear to Legolas, "Where's Gimli?" Gimli the dwarf from the Lonely Mountains could not be seen anywhere. Merry and Pippin stopped eating, and looked around.
"Er, is that him in the distance?" said Merry, putting a hand over his eyes, staring a small figure in the distance. The small figure was indeed Gimli, one could tell by the way he walked, trudging slightly and cursing under his breath.
Legolas thought for a second, and remembered that the last break they all had, Gimli had fallen asleep, and they must have left him sleeping. "Uh...hello Gimli…" he said as the dwarf walked over to them.
Gimli simply gave Legolas one evil look, and walked over taking Pippin's muffin, and sat on the ground madly.