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The walk to the North Border was enjoyable. They were mostly quiet on their journey, but Me'adal found it slow.
*I am losing precious time! If I do not find him soon, he may be lost forever!* she thought fiercely.
"Pr- I mean, Me'adal, we are here." Brethil then said, indicating the edge of the Wood.
"Thanks a lot, Brethil. I hope to return soon." She said, walking on.
"You had best bring that wild beast with you, as well. I must be gone, they will be missing me. Good luck on your journey, and be careful! Orcs have been seen around these parts. Lady Galadriel informed me that the orcs you are tracking have left the mines and joined a band of orcs heading east, bearing the White Hand. You should probably head back towards the Mines first, to pick their trail back up." he said, walking away.
She continued on in her quest, taking Brethil's advice. (im kinda fast forewarding: she is now near the Door of Durin.)
"Let's see... Prints going in, prints going in... horse prints going in....more prints going in...ah ha! Prints coming out. Now we just need to see if horse prints come out...yes! Here are some. Actually, there are lots. That's good. Onward!" she said quietly to herself. Her confidence and hope rose at those prints.
The prints led west toward the Anduin river. They never ceased, only went ever onward. They finally stopped and they all criss-crossed over one another. They had most likely stopped for a little while. Then, she found something very bad. Some of the orcs had gone north-east, while others, and the majority, had gone toward the Anduin River.
"Which way?" she said to herself. She walked around, bending low over the ground. She finally found what she was looking for.
*Hoofprints! They're still alive! Let's see....there must be at least five of them left. I hope Sulfeä is among them.* she thought, heading toward the trail that led north-east.
* * * (a/n- I'm kinda interrupting the timeline here. I haven't seen TTT in a while, so don't b mad if this isn't entirely accurate. It's the part where Elrond is telling Arwen to go to Valinor.)
"Please, take the ship across the sea. I must stay here and await for your sister to return." said Elrond. "Do I not also have your love?"
"You have my love, Father." Arwen said, beginning to cry, and laying her head on his shoulder.
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As Elrond watches many of the Elves of Rivendell, along with Arwen, begin the long journey to the harbor, he realizes something. Thus, he walks through the long halls of his house, to a small courtyard. There was an Eagle sitting in a lower branch of a treee there.
"What news have ye for Caras Galadhon?" it said, turning its great head to the side and shifting its clawed talons on the branch.
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The night was nearly over when ahead of her, she heard movement. Although it was still dark, she could hear the shuffling movements of horses, which was a good sign. She inched closer, trying to get a better look before she decided on a plan to get the horses away.
There were about ten or twelve orcs, all hurrying around and apparently preparing to lay up the coming day. There was one orc, larger than the rest, who stood in the middle of the camp and was ordering the rest around. She looked around, and saw that the horses were tied to a tree.
There were four of them, all the same. They had what was once a white coat, but was now a dark grey with their filth. There were ropes around their necks, that looked as though they were cutting into their skin, that held them to the tree. They were huddled close to each other, with their heads down. With ears drooping foreward and shaggy, ill-kept manes, you would never have believed that they were once grand, well-bred, immortal Elvish horses.
One, standing on the very end, looked as though he may still have fight left in him. Me'adal gasped as she realized that it was her beloved Sulfeä. An orc came over and untied his rope from the tree, then pulled him away from the others. Sulfeä jerked his head up and laid his ears bak in protest. Once the orc stopped, he picked up a heavy bridle with a rusty iron bit at the end.
It reached up to grab Sulfeä by the mane, but he lashed out at its hand and got its fingers. The orc screeched in pain and backed away from the horse, who took this opportunity to attempt to run off.
Another orc was too quick for him, and caught him by the rope hanging from his neck. The first orc, cradling its injured fingers, walked over and got a different horse. He then rode away from the camp. The one that had caught Sulfeä brought him back over and tied him back up. They settled down for the night.
Me'adal walked around near the horses and climbed up into a tree, where she could plan how to get them away without waking all of the gruesome horsenappers. It was about two hours before dawn when a movement below her caught her eye. It was the orc, returning from where ever it had gone. This was what she had been waiting for.
She waited for him to go over where the rest of the creatures were and go to sleep. After it was asleep for about an hour, she started to go down to the ground to rescue the horses. But another movement stopped her. It seemed like there were quite a few 'somethings' walking through the forest. The movements were soft, and had the quality of padded feet.
Soon, she saw, brief as lightning, the slinking movement of a great wolf. And she knew that where there is one wolf, there are lots of wolves. Deciding to stay alive, she remained in the tree.
Soon after, the wolves attacked. But very unorganised, because the orcs soon awoke and began fighting off the hungry beasts. There had to be at least fifteen wolves, which kept the orcs busy. Me'adal took this chance and slid quickly down the tree.
The wind was in her favor, because she soon had the horses untied and climbed up onto Sulfeä's back without the wolves, or orcs, taking any notice of her. Sulfeä seemed a little surprised, but excited to see her again. She quickly urged him onward, and turned to herd the other horses in the direction she was heading.
A couple of orcs, finally free of the wolves' careful, hungry attention, began to chase her. She spurrred Sulfeä into a slow gallop. Bumping into the other horses, he soon caused the other horses to move faster as well.
Me'adal, along with the horses, finally escaped the ocrs' encampment. As they ran out of the forest and into a wide meadow, the sun rose and filled the whole valley with its fiery red light. Sulfeä threw up his head and whinnied happily. Me'adal grinned at his youthful exuberance. She urged him to go a little faster and drew him around to the front of the group, then slowed him down to a halt. The others followed suit.
She jumped off of Sulfeä's back, then went around and hugged him around his neck tightly. He pushed his head against the back of her neck and nickered softly. She then let go and went around to each horse, taking off each rope. She then went into her pack and pulled out the long rope Galadriel had included in her pack. She took the knife and cut five pieces of equal lengths, and loosely tied these around each of the horses' necks. She then took the opposite end and tied it to another horses' rope, so she soon had a chain of horses. she took Sulfeä's rope and tied the end to the other side of his neck, so she had reins. The horse right behind him would be a little too close, but they would have to survive.
"Now, how am I going to get on your back? There isn't a stump nearby....ah! Here we go." she said to herself.
She found a rather large rock nearby, and carefully balanced herself on top of it. Then, she placed one hand on Sulfeä's withers, and the other on his loins. She then carefully hoisted herself on his back.
"I really need a saddle. I think that perhaps we should head for Edoras, Teirelin owes for helping him with his herd a few summers ago. Perhaps he has one I can borrow." she said, turning Sulfeä southeast.
The journey was mostly uneventful. It took four days, at a walk and occasionally a trot. But when she arrived at Edoras, what she found astounded her.
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a/n- ha, ha. cliffie!!! i feel evil. just like wut lindsay said in one of her stories: a hypocrit. i tell ppl not 2 make cliffies and then i do! heh heh. u like? review plz!!
**read TalkoftheTown4eva and Hermione Angel's stories, as well as Huntress of the Night and Cool Calico.**
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The walk to the North Border was enjoyable. They were mostly quiet on their journey, but Me'adal found it slow.
*I am losing precious time! If I do not find him soon, he may be lost forever!* she thought fiercely.
"Pr- I mean, Me'adal, we are here." Brethil then said, indicating the edge of the Wood.
"Thanks a lot, Brethil. I hope to return soon." She said, walking on.
"You had best bring that wild beast with you, as well. I must be gone, they will be missing me. Good luck on your journey, and be careful! Orcs have been seen around these parts. Lady Galadriel informed me that the orcs you are tracking have left the mines and joined a band of orcs heading east, bearing the White Hand. You should probably head back towards the Mines first, to pick their trail back up." he said, walking away.
She continued on in her quest, taking Brethil's advice. (im kinda fast forewarding: she is now near the Door of Durin.)
"Let's see... Prints going in, prints going in... horse prints going in....more prints going in...ah ha! Prints coming out. Now we just need to see if horse prints come out...yes! Here are some. Actually, there are lots. That's good. Onward!" she said quietly to herself. Her confidence and hope rose at those prints.
The prints led west toward the Anduin river. They never ceased, only went ever onward. They finally stopped and they all criss-crossed over one another. They had most likely stopped for a little while. Then, she found something very bad. Some of the orcs had gone north-east, while others, and the majority, had gone toward the Anduin River.
"Which way?" she said to herself. She walked around, bending low over the ground. She finally found what she was looking for.
*Hoofprints! They're still alive! Let's see....there must be at least five of them left. I hope Sulfeä is among them.* she thought, heading toward the trail that led north-east.
* * * (a/n- I'm kinda interrupting the timeline here. I haven't seen TTT in a while, so don't b mad if this isn't entirely accurate. It's the part where Elrond is telling Arwen to go to Valinor.)
"Please, take the ship across the sea. I must stay here and await for your sister to return." said Elrond. "Do I not also have your love?"
"You have my love, Father." Arwen said, beginning to cry, and laying her head on his shoulder.
* * *
As Elrond watches many of the Elves of Rivendell, along with Arwen, begin the long journey to the harbor, he realizes something. Thus, he walks through the long halls of his house, to a small courtyard. There was an Eagle sitting in a lower branch of a treee there.
"What news have ye for Caras Galadhon?" it said, turning its great head to the side and shifting its clawed talons on the branch.
* * *
The night was nearly over when ahead of her, she heard movement. Although it was still dark, she could hear the shuffling movements of horses, which was a good sign. She inched closer, trying to get a better look before she decided on a plan to get the horses away.
There were about ten or twelve orcs, all hurrying around and apparently preparing to lay up the coming day. There was one orc, larger than the rest, who stood in the middle of the camp and was ordering the rest around. She looked around, and saw that the horses were tied to a tree.
There were four of them, all the same. They had what was once a white coat, but was now a dark grey with their filth. There were ropes around their necks, that looked as though they were cutting into their skin, that held them to the tree. They were huddled close to each other, with their heads down. With ears drooping foreward and shaggy, ill-kept manes, you would never have believed that they were once grand, well-bred, immortal Elvish horses.
One, standing on the very end, looked as though he may still have fight left in him. Me'adal gasped as she realized that it was her beloved Sulfeä. An orc came over and untied his rope from the tree, then pulled him away from the others. Sulfeä jerked his head up and laid his ears bak in protest. Once the orc stopped, he picked up a heavy bridle with a rusty iron bit at the end.
It reached up to grab Sulfeä by the mane, but he lashed out at its hand and got its fingers. The orc screeched in pain and backed away from the horse, who took this opportunity to attempt to run off.
Another orc was too quick for him, and caught him by the rope hanging from his neck. The first orc, cradling its injured fingers, walked over and got a different horse. He then rode away from the camp. The one that had caught Sulfeä brought him back over and tied him back up. They settled down for the night.
Me'adal walked around near the horses and climbed up into a tree, where she could plan how to get them away without waking all of the gruesome horsenappers. It was about two hours before dawn when a movement below her caught her eye. It was the orc, returning from where ever it had gone. This was what she had been waiting for.
She waited for him to go over where the rest of the creatures were and go to sleep. After it was asleep for about an hour, she started to go down to the ground to rescue the horses. But another movement stopped her. It seemed like there were quite a few 'somethings' walking through the forest. The movements were soft, and had the quality of padded feet.
Soon, she saw, brief as lightning, the slinking movement of a great wolf. And she knew that where there is one wolf, there are lots of wolves. Deciding to stay alive, she remained in the tree.
Soon after, the wolves attacked. But very unorganised, because the orcs soon awoke and began fighting off the hungry beasts. There had to be at least fifteen wolves, which kept the orcs busy. Me'adal took this chance and slid quickly down the tree.
The wind was in her favor, because she soon had the horses untied and climbed up onto Sulfeä's back without the wolves, or orcs, taking any notice of her. Sulfeä seemed a little surprised, but excited to see her again. She quickly urged him onward, and turned to herd the other horses in the direction she was heading.
A couple of orcs, finally free of the wolves' careful, hungry attention, began to chase her. She spurrred Sulfeä into a slow gallop. Bumping into the other horses, he soon caused the other horses to move faster as well.
Me'adal, along with the horses, finally escaped the ocrs' encampment. As they ran out of the forest and into a wide meadow, the sun rose and filled the whole valley with its fiery red light. Sulfeä threw up his head and whinnied happily. Me'adal grinned at his youthful exuberance. She urged him to go a little faster and drew him around to the front of the group, then slowed him down to a halt. The others followed suit.
She jumped off of Sulfeä's back, then went around and hugged him around his neck tightly. He pushed his head against the back of her neck and nickered softly. She then let go and went around to each horse, taking off each rope. She then went into her pack and pulled out the long rope Galadriel had included in her pack. She took the knife and cut five pieces of equal lengths, and loosely tied these around each of the horses' necks. She then took the opposite end and tied it to another horses' rope, so she soon had a chain of horses. she took Sulfeä's rope and tied the end to the other side of his neck, so she had reins. The horse right behind him would be a little too close, but they would have to survive.
"Now, how am I going to get on your back? There isn't a stump nearby....ah! Here we go." she said to herself.
She found a rather large rock nearby, and carefully balanced herself on top of it. Then, she placed one hand on Sulfeä's withers, and the other on his loins. She then carefully hoisted herself on his back.
"I really need a saddle. I think that perhaps we should head for Edoras, Teirelin owes for helping him with his herd a few summers ago. Perhaps he has one I can borrow." she said, turning Sulfeä southeast.
The journey was mostly uneventful. It took four days, at a walk and occasionally a trot. But when she arrived at Edoras, what she found astounded her.
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a/n- ha, ha. cliffie!!! i feel evil. just like wut lindsay said in one of her stories: a hypocrit. i tell ppl not 2 make cliffies and then i do! heh heh. u like? review plz!!
**read TalkoftheTown4eva and Hermione Angel's stories, as well as Huntress of the Night and Cool Calico.**
