Taela:
"Ride hard, Taela! Don't turn back!" A tall man yelled as he slapped the rear of the coal black stallion I had been placed upon. The man was my father, Tylandir of Gondor. As soon as the stallion had galloped but a few yards from him, orcs began to swarm on the horizon.
"No! Father!" I yelled helplessly over my shoulder. My grip tightened on the thick mane of the stallion, and my steed immediately began to speed up, as if trying to get me away from what was about to be a battle. Tears stung my cheeks as I turned back around to face the road ahead of me...
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I opened my eyes to find myself in a room of all whites possible, safe from all harm. I sat up, leaning against the cloud-soft pillows of the bed I was laying on. I allowed my eyes to drift about warily until they fell upon the door. Just at that moment, the door opened.
"Oh, good. You're awake," a male voice said, its owner slowly walking into the room. His silky brown hair cascaded down to his shoulders, elegantly pulled back behind his ears—pointed ears! This was an elf!
"What happened?" I moaned, gently rubbing the now tender skin on the back of my head.
"We found you on the ground just outside Mirkwood forest. We came to the conclusion that you had fallen off your horse after we found grazing nearby," he explained. "May I ask who you are and where you came from?"
Images of the white city under attack flashed through my head. "My name is Taela, and my father is Tylandir, son of Galdir. I hail from Gondor," I managed to croak
"Gondor...the name seems to distress you," the elf noted, as if wanting me to continue.
I found myself explaining that Gondor was under attack by thousands of orcs, the remaining army of the fallen Sauron. Unfortunately, the orcs had found another source for producing even more orcs to demolish us with.
Concern flickered in the elf's amethyst eyes as he listened. "This information saddens me, as I know it will our prince." With those words, he turned toward the door and left me alone.
"Ride hard, Taela! Don't turn back!" A tall man yelled as he slapped the rear of the coal black stallion I had been placed upon. The man was my father, Tylandir of Gondor. As soon as the stallion had galloped but a few yards from him, orcs began to swarm on the horizon.
"No! Father!" I yelled helplessly over my shoulder. My grip tightened on the thick mane of the stallion, and my steed immediately began to speed up, as if trying to get me away from what was about to be a battle. Tears stung my cheeks as I turned back around to face the road ahead of me...
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I opened my eyes to find myself in a room of all whites possible, safe from all harm. I sat up, leaning against the cloud-soft pillows of the bed I was laying on. I allowed my eyes to drift about warily until they fell upon the door. Just at that moment, the door opened.
"Oh, good. You're awake," a male voice said, its owner slowly walking into the room. His silky brown hair cascaded down to his shoulders, elegantly pulled back behind his ears—pointed ears! This was an elf!
"What happened?" I moaned, gently rubbing the now tender skin on the back of my head.
"We found you on the ground just outside Mirkwood forest. We came to the conclusion that you had fallen off your horse after we found grazing nearby," he explained. "May I ask who you are and where you came from?"
Images of the white city under attack flashed through my head. "My name is Taela, and my father is Tylandir, son of Galdir. I hail from Gondor," I managed to croak
"Gondor...the name seems to distress you," the elf noted, as if wanting me to continue.
I found myself explaining that Gondor was under attack by thousands of orcs, the remaining army of the fallen Sauron. Unfortunately, the orcs had found another source for producing even more orcs to demolish us with.
Concern flickered in the elf's amethyst eyes as he listened. "This information saddens me, as I know it will our prince." With those words, he turned toward the door and left me alone.