Author's note: Okay, this is my first attempt at putting a story up on this
site, so please forgive me if it totally sucks. This is a story I wrote out
sheer boredom when I started, but now I have taken a liking to it and I
think I'll continue. LoTR stuff comes in a little later in the story. Any
character that isn't Tolkien is mine.
~*Rose & Star*~
Chapter 1
Close to dusk, an Elven rider dressed in gray galloped down the road. She rode tall and proud on her horse. Her waist-long red hair was flowing behind her and her purple eyes flashing. She was clad in gray, with a trailing cloak billowing out behind. The cloak was fastened on her right shoulder with a ruby brooch. On her back there was a quiver full of gray- feathered arrows and a long bow of hornbeam. At her side hung a sword of silver encrusted with rubies; this sword shone red when Orcs were near. She also had a long knife tucked in one of her knee-high leather boots. The appaloosa horse she rode was named Caelan.
It quickly became darker and the full moon rose from behind a hill. She muttered to herself about getting a late start. She didn't stop until she reached a familiar sight: a small stream at the side of the road with a forest near the edge of it; there she decided to rest for the night. She unsheathed her sword and looked at it. It was still silvery, with no light at the edges so she decided it was safe to rest there. She dismounted and looked around for a place to keep her horse, Caelan.
She quickly found a tree with a few low branches that was close to the clearing. She tied the reins to a branch of the tree, and then she set about the task of finding firewood, which was easy enough. She was still muttering under her breath about getting a late start as she kindled a small fire and prepared to eat her dinner.
Then she saw a dust-cloud on the road. Someone was riding towards her. She quickly put out the fire but it was too late. Whoever it was had seen the fire and was making for the place where it had been. She quickly went into the shadows of the forest to wait and see who it was. She heard Caelan whinnying in protest of being abandoned, and she suddenly remembered that she had left the horse in plain sight, she cursed under her breath.
The rider began to draw closer to where she was. She noted that the darkly dressed rider looked more like an Elf than a Man did, but his movements and riding style suggested otherwise. His movements weren't clumsy like those of mortals, but he rode bent instead of straight like an Elf. He was tall and appeared to be very strong. At the moment he was stooping over the ground where she had been and was muttering to himself. He saw the hoof prints from her horse and heard Caelan's frightened calls. He quickly found Caelan tied to the branch; the horse started and let out loud neighs as he came near. He whispered soft words to her and stroked her neck. Caelan calmed down enough to let him reach out and touch the silver- studded bridle with wonder, noticing that there was no bit on it. He also noticed that there was no saddle. He wondered what person would ride without a bit or saddle. He tied his own chestnut brown stallion near Caelan and went to examine the remains of the smoldering fire.
She could not stand to see her beautiful horse next to this stranger's beast. Quietly she moved to the place where her horse was, but the stranger's horse smelt her and let out a cry, quickly alerting its master someone or something was near. She quickly and quietly climbed up a tall pine tree and got out of sight. She could still see the man and the horses. She watched the man come to where the horses were and look around in the trees. What he saw didn't help him, for Elves were light on their feet leaving little marks and the ground was covered with hoof prints from the horses. He went back and started a small fire where her fire had previously been. He sat with his back to the horses and smoked a pipe. She had to do everything she could to suppress a cough when she caught whiff of the pipe's smoke. She sat in the tree and ate a little food from her pack. The man soon appeared to go to sleep with his face towards the horses.
She waited an hour up in the tree just to be sure he was asleep. He didn't move at all so she quietly climbed down the tree. She went downwind of the horses. She sang a gentle song in Elvish that made the stranger's horse's senses dim and alerted her horse that she was there. Caelan's ears perked up and she turned her nose to her master. She then went to her horse's side and gently stroked the horse as she spoke to her in Elvish, "Quiet, we will leave the stranger behind and be on our way. I hope he did not harm you; if he did he will pay dearly if I see him again in his lifetime. We are already late, we must leave now."
As she spoke to her horse, it let out a neigh of happiness. The stranger's horse quickly came to its senses with start and cried out. Over Caelan's back, she saw the stranger jump up with a drawn sword in his hand. She realized that the man had not been asleep; he had been watching the horses for the return of the mysterious rider. Quickly she drew her own sword and stepped out from behind her horse with a stern look on her face, prepared for a battle that she felt sure she would lose.
(Sorry this is so short, I have to write more on it)
~*Rose & Star*~
Chapter 1
Close to dusk, an Elven rider dressed in gray galloped down the road. She rode tall and proud on her horse. Her waist-long red hair was flowing behind her and her purple eyes flashing. She was clad in gray, with a trailing cloak billowing out behind. The cloak was fastened on her right shoulder with a ruby brooch. On her back there was a quiver full of gray- feathered arrows and a long bow of hornbeam. At her side hung a sword of silver encrusted with rubies; this sword shone red when Orcs were near. She also had a long knife tucked in one of her knee-high leather boots. The appaloosa horse she rode was named Caelan.
It quickly became darker and the full moon rose from behind a hill. She muttered to herself about getting a late start. She didn't stop until she reached a familiar sight: a small stream at the side of the road with a forest near the edge of it; there she decided to rest for the night. She unsheathed her sword and looked at it. It was still silvery, with no light at the edges so she decided it was safe to rest there. She dismounted and looked around for a place to keep her horse, Caelan.
She quickly found a tree with a few low branches that was close to the clearing. She tied the reins to a branch of the tree, and then she set about the task of finding firewood, which was easy enough. She was still muttering under her breath about getting a late start as she kindled a small fire and prepared to eat her dinner.
Then she saw a dust-cloud on the road. Someone was riding towards her. She quickly put out the fire but it was too late. Whoever it was had seen the fire and was making for the place where it had been. She quickly went into the shadows of the forest to wait and see who it was. She heard Caelan whinnying in protest of being abandoned, and she suddenly remembered that she had left the horse in plain sight, she cursed under her breath.
The rider began to draw closer to where she was. She noted that the darkly dressed rider looked more like an Elf than a Man did, but his movements and riding style suggested otherwise. His movements weren't clumsy like those of mortals, but he rode bent instead of straight like an Elf. He was tall and appeared to be very strong. At the moment he was stooping over the ground where she had been and was muttering to himself. He saw the hoof prints from her horse and heard Caelan's frightened calls. He quickly found Caelan tied to the branch; the horse started and let out loud neighs as he came near. He whispered soft words to her and stroked her neck. Caelan calmed down enough to let him reach out and touch the silver- studded bridle with wonder, noticing that there was no bit on it. He also noticed that there was no saddle. He wondered what person would ride without a bit or saddle. He tied his own chestnut brown stallion near Caelan and went to examine the remains of the smoldering fire.
She could not stand to see her beautiful horse next to this stranger's beast. Quietly she moved to the place where her horse was, but the stranger's horse smelt her and let out a cry, quickly alerting its master someone or something was near. She quickly and quietly climbed up a tall pine tree and got out of sight. She could still see the man and the horses. She watched the man come to where the horses were and look around in the trees. What he saw didn't help him, for Elves were light on their feet leaving little marks and the ground was covered with hoof prints from the horses. He went back and started a small fire where her fire had previously been. He sat with his back to the horses and smoked a pipe. She had to do everything she could to suppress a cough when she caught whiff of the pipe's smoke. She sat in the tree and ate a little food from her pack. The man soon appeared to go to sleep with his face towards the horses.
She waited an hour up in the tree just to be sure he was asleep. He didn't move at all so she quietly climbed down the tree. She went downwind of the horses. She sang a gentle song in Elvish that made the stranger's horse's senses dim and alerted her horse that she was there. Caelan's ears perked up and she turned her nose to her master. She then went to her horse's side and gently stroked the horse as she spoke to her in Elvish, "Quiet, we will leave the stranger behind and be on our way. I hope he did not harm you; if he did he will pay dearly if I see him again in his lifetime. We are already late, we must leave now."
As she spoke to her horse, it let out a neigh of happiness. The stranger's horse quickly came to its senses with start and cried out. Over Caelan's back, she saw the stranger jump up with a drawn sword in his hand. She realized that the man had not been asleep; he had been watching the horses for the return of the mysterious rider. Quickly she drew her own sword and stepped out from behind her horse with a stern look on her face, prepared for a battle that she felt sure she would lose.
(Sorry this is so short, I have to write more on it)