Enchanting the Elves
The sun rose over the horizon, casting a glow over the planes as the hunters – a Man, an Elf, and a Drawf – trotted their way through the fields on the back of two glorious horses. The Elf and Dwarf rode atop a horse of white, everything from mane to tail, and the Man rode atop one of solid black.
"Aragorn, I can see them!" The Elf called, looking over to the west of the path they rode. "They are moving to the west! They are headed toward Isengard." Looking forward again, Legolas slowed his horse, stopping just alongside Aragorn as he stared off to where the Elf had instructed.
"I do not see them, Legolas…" he stated, looking over to his right where the Elf and Dwarf sat. "I do not possess the gift of Elf-eyes." He dared not hold eye contact with the Elf for long, in fear that the desires he fought to keep hidden would show themselves.
"I will lead the way, if you wish." His voice, like all others of his kind, was soft, but it held an air of authority. The Prince of Mirkwood managed a smile toward the Man he had grown to know so well. "It won't be much longer than a day to catch up with them, lest they change their direction again."
"Let us hope they don't." Aragorn gave a sigh and motioned for the Elf to take the lead, following as closely as his emotions would allow him. Even being a hardened warrior and Ranger, he was still drawn to the beauty of the elvish people, like all men, but there was something different about Legolas. The way he carried himself upon a horse was majestic, the way he moved between the trees was ethereal much like his beauty.
As the sun began to set later in the day, the trio stopped to rest by a small stream that ran through the unclaimed land they ventured through. Gimli, the Dwarf, began the fire while Legolas and Aragorn either looked about for danger, or hunted for food – all while taking great care not to be noticed by anything that could pose a threat.
This was day five of their journey, but only the second day they had taken time to rest. It was much needed. But what they were unaware of as they slept, were the orc-kind lurking in the shadows only three to five leagues from their makeshift camp…
TBC…