Hello! I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter! Dose any one care to guess at who the elf that is getting married is? I bet that I already know have of your guesses. Any who, this next Ch. will explain most so I hope that you enjoy!
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Ch. 2
The MeetingIt was noon and through the treetops the sun beat down upon the two elvish riders. They still had another hour worth riding, if they spared their horses, before they came to meeting place.
'We are late,' Figwit thought to himself. He hated being late. He urged his horse on.
The young elf also picked up speed. The thought of his wife raced through his head. He could not believe this! What was he going to tell her? What would she look like? Would she like him? Would she be nice?
His thoughts ran deep in his mind, too deep in fact for he did not realize that his leader had stopped suddenly in front of him. He pulled his horse quickly to a stop. 'What is the matter, why are we stopping?'
'Shhhh!' Figwit held up his hand ordering silence. 'Listen!'
He got off his horse and put his ear to the ground. 'Get off the road!' Figwit demanded standing up. 'Hide the horses!'
'What do you hear?' the boy questioned.
'Hoof beats. Heavy hoof beats. They sound unlike any from this land.'
'Could it be a horse from Erile's land?'
'Possibly, but I do not think that the horse would travel across the sea for that amount of time. Better to hide and it be her than it be and evil doer and us out in the open.'
The two hurried to get off the path and covered up. The gift of the Lothlórien cloth would help them as well, Figwit thought. He looked down the road once his body was not visible.
Sure enough he could see a rider. The rider appeared to be a woman. Her horse was indeed from across the sea as the boy had suspected. It was unlike any he had ever seen. 'Look at this!' he whispered to the hidden elf beside him. The two looked in awe at the beautiful creature. One silver horn graced its majestic head. Its fur was white yet silver with a blue hew. It's large hoofs were a silver more pure than any Mithril the dwarfs had taken from the Earth. Its eyes burned with a wild blue flame.
Its rider was as equally as beautiful, the two elves thought. Golden as the morning sun was her hair. Her face was as fair as that of Galadriel.
She wore not a dress like most women. Instead she was dressed in silver mail as one from a battle. Nor did she like the norm. She straddled the horse like a man.
No saddle or reign did her horse need. It responded only to a light touch of her hand and a whisper of her voice.
'Indeed she must be of the elven royalty from across the seas,' Figwit thought. 'Never before have I seen any this beautiful.' He decided that it would be best if they stayed in hiding for the time being. He figured that it would startle her if they just stood up. And by the looks of her silver bow and hilt on her side, he thought this would not be the best of idea.
Her horse stopped before the two. 'Come out,' her soft voice spike.
The young elf looked over at Figwit questioning way. He nodded in agreement and stood up.
'Why were you hiding?' she asked of them.
'We expected no one on this road M' Lady,' Figwit stepped forward to answer.
'I would not be if my escort had arrived sooner. I am Erile Dawnwry, who are you?'
'Then we are your escort.'
'You are Larnidile?' she asked Figwit excitedly getting off her horse.
'No, no, M' Lady, he laughed. 'My name is Figwit. You are looking for him,' he stepped aside for the boy, 'my son.'
Ha! Take that all you Figwit lovers!!!! Mwhahahahaha! No, I'm joking! I'm a Figwit lover myself (ask Sticky and Color Guard! evil grin)! Any who, I hope that you liked and I hope that it made you want to read more! Cary on as soon as I finish! And please give me reviews, good or bad! Have a nice day, or night, and God bless!!!!