Chapter 7 Gandalf the White
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Summary: After spending only a day with each other, Aragorn and Arwen must part, since something urgent calls Arwen to Minas Tirith.
Aragorn watched Arwen travel out of sight, before saying "Come quickly, we must find Merry and Pippin." They entered Fanghorn Forest, the trees malformed, all bent and crooked.
"Orc blood," said Gimli, rubbing his hand on a leaf, which dripped with a dark black like fluid.
It did not take them long, before they found the body, something seemed to have squashed it.
"A white wizard approaches," cried Legolas. "Look away it is Saruman," put in Aragorn.
"I hope not," said a familiar voice, Aragorn shielded his eyes "It cannot be," he said in total surprise.
"Who else would it be?" said the white wizard, he stepped out of the light. "Gandalf," said Gimli puzzled.
"How changed you look, no longer grey yet white," said Legolas. "Yes," the white wizard mused "That is what they used to call me, Gandalf the Grey, but you shall know me as Gandalf the White."
Gandalfs once matted grey hair was straight and now pure white, as was his beard, his staff and cloak were also white.
He led them to a clearing out of the forest, he whistled, and out of the blue came the most beautiful horse, that any of the company had ever seen.
"Ah Shadowfax," smiled Gandalf, he was pure white, wearing no saddle or bridle. "I have never had such a loyal, and brave horse," he added.
"Come quickly, we make for the city of Edoras." Aragorn mounted up onto his bay horse, and Gimli and Legolas shared a grey horse. They set off at a fast pace, in the direction of Edoras, the capital of Rohan.
Hope you have enjoyed my story so far. Please keep sending me lots and lots of reviews.
Summary: After spending only a day with each other, Aragorn and Arwen must part, since something urgent calls Arwen to Minas Tirith.
Aragorn watched Arwen travel out of sight, before saying "Come quickly, we must find Merry and Pippin." They entered Fanghorn Forest, the trees malformed, all bent and crooked.
"Orc blood," said Gimli, rubbing his hand on a leaf, which dripped with a dark black like fluid.
It did not take them long, before they found the body, something seemed to have squashed it.
"A white wizard approaches," cried Legolas. "Look away it is Saruman," put in Aragorn.
"I hope not," said a familiar voice, Aragorn shielded his eyes "It cannot be," he said in total surprise.
"Who else would it be?" said the white wizard, he stepped out of the light. "Gandalf," said Gimli puzzled.
"How changed you look, no longer grey yet white," said Legolas. "Yes," the white wizard mused "That is what they used to call me, Gandalf the Grey, but you shall know me as Gandalf the White."
Gandalfs once matted grey hair was straight and now pure white, as was his beard, his staff and cloak were also white.
He led them to a clearing out of the forest, he whistled, and out of the blue came the most beautiful horse, that any of the company had ever seen.
"Ah Shadowfax," smiled Gandalf, he was pure white, wearing no saddle or bridle. "I have never had such a loyal, and brave horse," he added.
"Come quickly, we make for the city of Edoras." Aragorn mounted up onto his bay horse, and Gimli and Legolas shared a grey horse. They set off at a fast pace, in the direction of Edoras, the capital of Rohan.