Disclaimer: I do not own any LOTR characters *pouts but I do own the rider
and his horse! Don't sue unless you want to deprive me of my pillow!
(Inside joke)
A/N: I love detail in my stories… it makes them feel really there… like I can touch the characters. So I have a lot in my stories. This is just an intro to the character and gives a little hint as to what will be happening in later chapters.
So read and hopefully enjoy!
For some destiny has been chosen.
Born and breed for but one purpose.
One horrible deed, which will consume your life and ache in your heart, until it has been completed.
For some the choice is not theirs and to obey is law and for others law means death.
His black steed trembles with the excitement of the hunt, though it does not dare move.
A strong hand raises and pats the stallions crest.
The rider can feel his prey draw nearer and he sits up to the saddle, read for flight.
His dark cloak blows in the wind and the flash of lightening spreads light on his proud face.
He is a man of twenty, still but a boy in many minds.
A boy who was born in the midsts of war and has seen more terror than a grown man would not bear.
His grey eyes are solid, as a soldier's should, and his black hair whips against his defined cheek.
He has no name, no word by which any man can describe him.
A dark rider trained for battle alone.
And battle is what he loves.
However his prey is not usual. Not man was he trained to kill, nor elf, but something much more frightening. A mistake of his kind.
A blemish on his pride.
A blemish that must be destroyed.
Something that kills with no mind.
Something that hunts with no rest.
The pounding of raging hooves could be heard nearing and the dark rider's muscles tense under the heavy cloak.
A low growl escapes his throat and his dark steed shudders with anticipation.
Four black figures appeared out of the mist, their horse's racing, mouths open in a silent scream.
Hidden in the forests gloom, the rider smiles, as he group rages past.
With a silent word, his mount crashed wildly through the trees and onto the road.
A furious squeal echoed in the stallion's throat, as its dark rider spurs it into a gallop, kicking up chunks of earth as its heavy hooves find footing on the soft ground.
The hunt had begun.
To the stallion's disappointment, its rider held him back to a steady pace. The beast himself had been breed solely for the hunt, and snorted his discontent at having to match the pace of the horses ahead.
"Patience friend"
the rider's potent voice was lost in the swirling mists. And for that he was thankful.
For now he wanted to be unseen, a mere whisper in the minds of his prey.
A whisper that would become, soon enough, a raging scream.
He followed the gloomy riders at a distance, often stopping to listen for their telltale cries, until he came to a fork in the tattered road.
His horse skidded to a stop, ripping the earth to shreds with its unyielding hooves. The beast shrieked with confusion and eagerness to continue the hunt.
Steadying his mount the rider looked and listened. A brilliant flash of lightning revealed the torn path the figures mounts left in their sprint.
It lead down the trail to the left of the rider. A sign dangled, unhinged from its post, on the roads edge.
The deranged writing showed wear and the chiselled inscription was practically illegible, but the rider needed no sign.
He knew where the murky road lead and he knew that is where he must go.
Bree.
Did it suck? I wanted this chapter to just be the introduction of the character so it doesn't have much to it. The actual action will start in the following chapters.
Anyways...review! Flames are welcome… though I must say I will have to hate u forever. (j/k)
A/N: I love detail in my stories… it makes them feel really there… like I can touch the characters. So I have a lot in my stories. This is just an intro to the character and gives a little hint as to what will be happening in later chapters.
So read and hopefully enjoy!
For some destiny has been chosen.
Born and breed for but one purpose.
One horrible deed, which will consume your life and ache in your heart, until it has been completed.
For some the choice is not theirs and to obey is law and for others law means death.
His black steed trembles with the excitement of the hunt, though it does not dare move.
A strong hand raises and pats the stallions crest.
The rider can feel his prey draw nearer and he sits up to the saddle, read for flight.
His dark cloak blows in the wind and the flash of lightening spreads light on his proud face.
He is a man of twenty, still but a boy in many minds.
A boy who was born in the midsts of war and has seen more terror than a grown man would not bear.
His grey eyes are solid, as a soldier's should, and his black hair whips against his defined cheek.
He has no name, no word by which any man can describe him.
A dark rider trained for battle alone.
And battle is what he loves.
However his prey is not usual. Not man was he trained to kill, nor elf, but something much more frightening. A mistake of his kind.
A blemish on his pride.
A blemish that must be destroyed.
Something that kills with no mind.
Something that hunts with no rest.
The pounding of raging hooves could be heard nearing and the dark rider's muscles tense under the heavy cloak.
A low growl escapes his throat and his dark steed shudders with anticipation.
Four black figures appeared out of the mist, their horse's racing, mouths open in a silent scream.
Hidden in the forests gloom, the rider smiles, as he group rages past.
With a silent word, his mount crashed wildly through the trees and onto the road.
A furious squeal echoed in the stallion's throat, as its dark rider spurs it into a gallop, kicking up chunks of earth as its heavy hooves find footing on the soft ground.
The hunt had begun.
To the stallion's disappointment, its rider held him back to a steady pace. The beast himself had been breed solely for the hunt, and snorted his discontent at having to match the pace of the horses ahead.
"Patience friend"
the rider's potent voice was lost in the swirling mists. And for that he was thankful.
For now he wanted to be unseen, a mere whisper in the minds of his prey.
A whisper that would become, soon enough, a raging scream.
He followed the gloomy riders at a distance, often stopping to listen for their telltale cries, until he came to a fork in the tattered road.
His horse skidded to a stop, ripping the earth to shreds with its unyielding hooves. The beast shrieked with confusion and eagerness to continue the hunt.
Steadying his mount the rider looked and listened. A brilliant flash of lightning revealed the torn path the figures mounts left in their sprint.
It lead down the trail to the left of the rider. A sign dangled, unhinged from its post, on the roads edge.
The deranged writing showed wear and the chiselled inscription was practically illegible, but the rider needed no sign.
He knew where the murky road lead and he knew that is where he must go.
Bree.
Did it suck? I wanted this chapter to just be the introduction of the character so it doesn't have much to it. The actual action will start in the following chapters.
Anyways...review! Flames are welcome… though I must say I will have to hate u forever. (j/k)
