most other elves, considering your races, and I trust you all the most,"
answered the elven king with pride.
"We do not need my brother if this mission is safe. Anyway, he needs to hunt orc and practice for the upcoming holiday," added Willow. The others had not met him and were to busy discussing how they were going to do this mission to care at the moment. Celebrin agreed to her suggestion and told the finishing details to the group.
At the stable, Rohanrim, my white and gold horse, nuzzled me with endearment. We loved each other so much. She was always with me whenever I went on my travels to the other parts of the elfin nation. The other three had different horses they owned and loved too. "Roh," I said, Roh is short for Rohanrim, and "I will be going away in a month. I am sorry but I cannot take you with me. It will be safer here anyway and I will be back in less then a year." Roh looked mournful, looking as if I had died. Tears came rolling down my cheeks, unwanted. Even so, I saddled Rohanrim and rode out to Everwood to say goodbye to the rest of her family.
Laurelin and I had gone back to our homes to pack and say farewell to our families. Willow did not go home because she lived on the other side of the country, so it was to late to go home. A message was sent to her family to notify them, two weeks before we were assigned the mission so someone would be there to drop her stuff off but it would probably be the day we leave.
We all stepped into something the humans called a "jet" so we wouldn't look suspicious. All of us were inside except Willow. I looked out the window and saw a, blond, male elf talking to her. They hugged and said farewell to each other. Then Willow stepped on the jet, taking the luggage the new elf gave her.
"Who was that?" I asked, trying to gather information, by nature, about this elf. "That was my brother, Legolas. He came to say farewell," answered Willow, trying in vain to stop the tears from coming. Laurelin and Tindomerel looked out side to see what we were talking about, but Legolas was gone. We were all going to miss our families. The four of us were to attend a "high school" named "Roosevelt", for a school year, about ten months. Four pairs of eyes glistened with tears at the same thought of leaving. No one, in a million years has been out of the Elvin Nation we knew and loved.
The "ride" was something I would never forget. When we took off, the jet swerved around and pressure from an unseen hand came upon us for about five minutes. Then when that was gone, we started to get lightheaded. Like, when you drink to much mead. Except it was uncomfortable. During the flight we had our first human meal. It was called "pizza". It was stale bread and sour cheese with a tomato paste in between. I have a feeling we're going to putrid food like this for a long time. We were lucky enough not to crash because when we landed, the pilot swerved deadly close to the other jets.
"We do not need my brother if this mission is safe. Anyway, he needs to hunt orc and practice for the upcoming holiday," added Willow. The others had not met him and were to busy discussing how they were going to do this mission to care at the moment. Celebrin agreed to her suggestion and told the finishing details to the group.
At the stable, Rohanrim, my white and gold horse, nuzzled me with endearment. We loved each other so much. She was always with me whenever I went on my travels to the other parts of the elfin nation. The other three had different horses they owned and loved too. "Roh," I said, Roh is short for Rohanrim, and "I will be going away in a month. I am sorry but I cannot take you with me. It will be safer here anyway and I will be back in less then a year." Roh looked mournful, looking as if I had died. Tears came rolling down my cheeks, unwanted. Even so, I saddled Rohanrim and rode out to Everwood to say goodbye to the rest of her family.
Laurelin and I had gone back to our homes to pack and say farewell to our families. Willow did not go home because she lived on the other side of the country, so it was to late to go home. A message was sent to her family to notify them, two weeks before we were assigned the mission so someone would be there to drop her stuff off but it would probably be the day we leave.
We all stepped into something the humans called a "jet" so we wouldn't look suspicious. All of us were inside except Willow. I looked out the window and saw a, blond, male elf talking to her. They hugged and said farewell to each other. Then Willow stepped on the jet, taking the luggage the new elf gave her.
"Who was that?" I asked, trying to gather information, by nature, about this elf. "That was my brother, Legolas. He came to say farewell," answered Willow, trying in vain to stop the tears from coming. Laurelin and Tindomerel looked out side to see what we were talking about, but Legolas was gone. We were all going to miss our families. The four of us were to attend a "high school" named "Roosevelt", for a school year, about ten months. Four pairs of eyes glistened with tears at the same thought of leaving. No one, in a million years has been out of the Elvin Nation we knew and loved.
The "ride" was something I would never forget. When we took off, the jet swerved around and pressure from an unseen hand came upon us for about five minutes. Then when that was gone, we started to get lightheaded. Like, when you drink to much mead. Except it was uncomfortable. During the flight we had our first human meal. It was called "pizza". It was stale bread and sour cheese with a tomato paste in between. I have a feeling we're going to putrid food like this for a long time. We were lucky enough not to crash because when we landed, the pilot swerved deadly close to the other jets.
