A/N: HI! Thanks for picking this story to read! This chapter may be a
little short (but I added to it, YAY!!), but it leaves you on a
cliffhanger. Thank you again!
Bean, Mel, and Jo proceed to walk down a hallway towards the stables were they were told to go. Bean has Eowyn's usual type of clothes on with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Mel has dark leggings tucked into brown boots with a dark green tunic worn over a dark blue blouse and forest green gloves cover her hands. A bow and quiver full of arrows is strapped on her back with her hair pulled into a high ponytail. Jo wears the same attire as Mel, only hers is in black except for her brown boots and fingerless gloves. She has Elrond's dark hair pulled back in a casual low ponytail.
They all came in range of the stable and saw a young elf waiting in front of the opening. They strode up to him and Jo asked him about the horses.
"My Lord! I-I was about to saddle them, b-but I didn't know which ones that you would like to use for yourself and the ladies." The young elf stammered nervously, looking at the ground.
Jo smiled warmly and said, "Thank you for taking the time to meet us here. We'll pick or horses and bring them out. Will you saddle them for us?"
The boy looked up form the ground and smiled the biggest smile he could and squeaked, "Yes." They then went into the stable and were meet with the sounds and smells of horses.
Bean whistled and said, "Wow, that's a lot of horses..." Jo and Mel nodded in agreement.
"How are we going to pick one?" Jo asked starting to walk down the aisle.
"Just pick the one that seems right to you," Mel whispered, stopping at a stable and peering in. Her eyes widened slightly at what she saw, but then said, "I found mine."
The other two walked over to see what had struck Mel's fancy. They both were also struck with astonishment at what meet their eyes. A white shadow seemed to dance in the stall, never staying still long enough to make an imprint on the soft hay that lined the bottom of the stall. Mel's eyes seemed to sparkle with warmth as the horse stopped prancing long enough to lick her hand. She blew into its nose in greeting, and it in turn blew on her. She laughed as its long mane tickled her face.
Although clearly an albino horse by its color, its mane was streaked with brown, as was its tail. Its eyes never stood one color. What looked fiery red in the light, looked midnight blue in shadows. Mel slowly unlatched the door, looping a lose rope around the neck of the horse without difficulty. Bean and Jo stood in wonder as the mare walked out of the stall, its head held high, leg muscles rippling whenever it was placed on the ground. Although walking slowly and steadily, the mare never left an imprint on the ground.
"I'm going to go get him saddled." Mel said at last, wonder still in her voice. Bean and Jo shared a look as Mel disappeared out the door.
"That's a beautiful horse." Mel heard as she came out of the stable. She turned and looked at the one who spoke. The elf was still there, standing at attention.
"It is, isn't it?" Mel agreed as she walked over to him, horse in tow.
"Would you like me to show you how to saddle it? If you plan to be on the road, you might need to know how to do it..." The elf said, gaining confidence with the fact that Mel showed nothing but kindness toward him.
"That would be very helpful." Mel said while smiling at him, gaining a smile in response. He quickly moved to the side and picked a saddle and bridle for the horse.
"Will you be giving it a name?" He asked while showing her how to tie the strap that held the saddle in place. Mel had the thought that it seemed like the knot that you use on a tie.
"I don't know..I guess I'll call it...umm...its harder than I thought...how about Nyneve?" Mel asked, picking the name of her favorite character in Arthurian legend.
"Wonderful." They boy replied, also speaking of how she managed to do the knot. They were interrupted as the sound of hoof beats reached both of their pointed ears. Mel looked over to see Jo and Bean walk out of the stable with horses that rivaled hers in mystery.
Jo had chosen a black stallion, and his coat shone like the night sky, sparkling in some places as if stars were put there. His eyes were a soft brown that could almost be called black without the proper light. Although it walked with its head down, there was no disguising the powerful air that the horse carried around him. His tail swished lazily as it walked, the midnight hairs sparkled as the white hairs that were blended into it shone in the light. His mane was much like its tail, although the white streaks stood out more, especially when the hairs were put between the horses own coat and Jo's borrowed black hair.
Although walking slightly behind Jo, Bean and her horse also made an impression. Her horse's coat shone brown, weather in the sun or the shadows. Browner than even the oldest tree, the horse looked like it enjoyed being out in the open. It blended nicely with its surroundings, and Bean seemed happy to lead it, a smile lighting her face. Her blonde hair shone in the light, the horses hair mixing with it to make a pleasant color filled with brown, black, and her own blonde hair. When their hair seemed to separate, going back to its proper owner, it was clear to see that the horses brown mane was streaked with black in a unique pattern that would take years to decipher, but would be best described in a zigzag like pattern.
Once the young elf showed all of them how to saddle and unsaddle, he taught them about the bridle. When done, he asked Bean and Jo about a name for their horses, also. Bean named hers Eponine, and Jo called hers Rowli. Although seemingly picked out of nowhere, each of the names posed something important to the ones who chose it. They thanked him and set off as soon as they could, only stopping to gather water from a nearby stream.
They rode all that day with a few quick stops in between to allow the horse to rest. They did the same for the second day, but on the third, when it started to get dark, they saw smoke rise in the air, seemingly from a fire.
"I think we finally found them!" exclaimed Bean as she pointed towards the tunnel of smoke.
"I sure hope so..." said Jo, as she and Bean started towards the smoke.
"Wait!" Mel shouted, getting their attention by placing her horse in front of theirs, "We should probably decide what we're going to say to them. I'm not too sure that they would buy the whole, 'Hi! We're just three girls that came from a different universe and ended up in these bodies. We think that we should help you destroy the evil ring of power.' Some how I *don't* think they would take us along if we said that..."
"I guess you're right...ummm...how about we just say that we wanted to say goodbye, and then refuse to leave?" Jo suggested, shrugging.
"I guess...but that still leaves the problem that they're going to be curious as to why we know a lot more about everything then we did a few days ago." Bean commented, thinking hard.
They were deep in thought so did not see the figure that was pointing an arrow at them. Didn't hear the 'shwing' as the string of a bow was pulled back. Nor did they hear the 'swish' as the arrow was released. They didn't even know that the figure's arrow was aiming right towards one of The Three's heads.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading!!! I hope that I will have another chapter up this weekend. Or even today, if inspiration strikes. Thank you so much again!!
Bean, Mel, and Jo proceed to walk down a hallway towards the stables were they were told to go. Bean has Eowyn's usual type of clothes on with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Mel has dark leggings tucked into brown boots with a dark green tunic worn over a dark blue blouse and forest green gloves cover her hands. A bow and quiver full of arrows is strapped on her back with her hair pulled into a high ponytail. Jo wears the same attire as Mel, only hers is in black except for her brown boots and fingerless gloves. She has Elrond's dark hair pulled back in a casual low ponytail.
They all came in range of the stable and saw a young elf waiting in front of the opening. They strode up to him and Jo asked him about the horses.
"My Lord! I-I was about to saddle them, b-but I didn't know which ones that you would like to use for yourself and the ladies." The young elf stammered nervously, looking at the ground.
Jo smiled warmly and said, "Thank you for taking the time to meet us here. We'll pick or horses and bring them out. Will you saddle them for us?"
The boy looked up form the ground and smiled the biggest smile he could and squeaked, "Yes." They then went into the stable and were meet with the sounds and smells of horses.
Bean whistled and said, "Wow, that's a lot of horses..." Jo and Mel nodded in agreement.
"How are we going to pick one?" Jo asked starting to walk down the aisle.
"Just pick the one that seems right to you," Mel whispered, stopping at a stable and peering in. Her eyes widened slightly at what she saw, but then said, "I found mine."
The other two walked over to see what had struck Mel's fancy. They both were also struck with astonishment at what meet their eyes. A white shadow seemed to dance in the stall, never staying still long enough to make an imprint on the soft hay that lined the bottom of the stall. Mel's eyes seemed to sparkle with warmth as the horse stopped prancing long enough to lick her hand. She blew into its nose in greeting, and it in turn blew on her. She laughed as its long mane tickled her face.
Although clearly an albino horse by its color, its mane was streaked with brown, as was its tail. Its eyes never stood one color. What looked fiery red in the light, looked midnight blue in shadows. Mel slowly unlatched the door, looping a lose rope around the neck of the horse without difficulty. Bean and Jo stood in wonder as the mare walked out of the stall, its head held high, leg muscles rippling whenever it was placed on the ground. Although walking slowly and steadily, the mare never left an imprint on the ground.
"I'm going to go get him saddled." Mel said at last, wonder still in her voice. Bean and Jo shared a look as Mel disappeared out the door.
"That's a beautiful horse." Mel heard as she came out of the stable. She turned and looked at the one who spoke. The elf was still there, standing at attention.
"It is, isn't it?" Mel agreed as she walked over to him, horse in tow.
"Would you like me to show you how to saddle it? If you plan to be on the road, you might need to know how to do it..." The elf said, gaining confidence with the fact that Mel showed nothing but kindness toward him.
"That would be very helpful." Mel said while smiling at him, gaining a smile in response. He quickly moved to the side and picked a saddle and bridle for the horse.
"Will you be giving it a name?" He asked while showing her how to tie the strap that held the saddle in place. Mel had the thought that it seemed like the knot that you use on a tie.
"I don't know..I guess I'll call it...umm...its harder than I thought...how about Nyneve?" Mel asked, picking the name of her favorite character in Arthurian legend.
"Wonderful." They boy replied, also speaking of how she managed to do the knot. They were interrupted as the sound of hoof beats reached both of their pointed ears. Mel looked over to see Jo and Bean walk out of the stable with horses that rivaled hers in mystery.
Jo had chosen a black stallion, and his coat shone like the night sky, sparkling in some places as if stars were put there. His eyes were a soft brown that could almost be called black without the proper light. Although it walked with its head down, there was no disguising the powerful air that the horse carried around him. His tail swished lazily as it walked, the midnight hairs sparkled as the white hairs that were blended into it shone in the light. His mane was much like its tail, although the white streaks stood out more, especially when the hairs were put between the horses own coat and Jo's borrowed black hair.
Although walking slightly behind Jo, Bean and her horse also made an impression. Her horse's coat shone brown, weather in the sun or the shadows. Browner than even the oldest tree, the horse looked like it enjoyed being out in the open. It blended nicely with its surroundings, and Bean seemed happy to lead it, a smile lighting her face. Her blonde hair shone in the light, the horses hair mixing with it to make a pleasant color filled with brown, black, and her own blonde hair. When their hair seemed to separate, going back to its proper owner, it was clear to see that the horses brown mane was streaked with black in a unique pattern that would take years to decipher, but would be best described in a zigzag like pattern.
Once the young elf showed all of them how to saddle and unsaddle, he taught them about the bridle. When done, he asked Bean and Jo about a name for their horses, also. Bean named hers Eponine, and Jo called hers Rowli. Although seemingly picked out of nowhere, each of the names posed something important to the ones who chose it. They thanked him and set off as soon as they could, only stopping to gather water from a nearby stream.
They rode all that day with a few quick stops in between to allow the horse to rest. They did the same for the second day, but on the third, when it started to get dark, they saw smoke rise in the air, seemingly from a fire.
"I think we finally found them!" exclaimed Bean as she pointed towards the tunnel of smoke.
"I sure hope so..." said Jo, as she and Bean started towards the smoke.
"Wait!" Mel shouted, getting their attention by placing her horse in front of theirs, "We should probably decide what we're going to say to them. I'm not too sure that they would buy the whole, 'Hi! We're just three girls that came from a different universe and ended up in these bodies. We think that we should help you destroy the evil ring of power.' Some how I *don't* think they would take us along if we said that..."
"I guess you're right...ummm...how about we just say that we wanted to say goodbye, and then refuse to leave?" Jo suggested, shrugging.
"I guess...but that still leaves the problem that they're going to be curious as to why we know a lot more about everything then we did a few days ago." Bean commented, thinking hard.
They were deep in thought so did not see the figure that was pointing an arrow at them. Didn't hear the 'shwing' as the string of a bow was pulled back. Nor did they hear the 'swish' as the arrow was released. They didn't even know that the figure's arrow was aiming right towards one of The Three's heads.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading!!! I hope that I will have another chapter up this weekend. Or even today, if inspiration strikes. Thank you so much again!!