The Children of Tomorrow
-Written by Gamedude
Chapter 2:
Dahail woke from his bad dream. He looked around him, Gnurrel was lying next to him, he looked like he was asleep, but Dahail knew that he was guarding him. About four feet away from them lay Nimeriel, her lovely young face was still now, asleep as she was. Dahail couldn't but smile, the whole day she had been pushing on for them to get as far away from Lebennin as possible. Next to Nimeriel sat Grimson Durr, he was looking into the sky with his back against Dahail. He was humming the old tune of the Lay of Frodo of the Nine Fingers, his favourite lay, it was filled with heroes and magic and elves and love and... these days you would find nought.
They had been camping near where Gilrain meets Serni, when Gnurrel had picked up the trail of something. They had followed the trail for three days when they finally reached a forest where they could clearly see the marks of Dunnlanders. After that they had turned away and fled. When they recovered they decided to turn east, to The White City, to speak with the King of Gondor. Dunnlanders had never been seen on that side of the White Mountains, and seldomly that far east.
"Are you awake?" Grimson Durr asked him and turned around, Dahail guessed he had sensed his presence. "Couldn't sleep..." he whispered, "I can't stop having these dreams..." "What is it, then?" he asked, his big blue eyes looked gently at him, "Maybe it will help to tell someone." "You mean, wouldn't it help to tell a sorceress, so he can tell me what the dreams mean?" Dahail almost laughed, "I didn't say that." Grimson whispered, and his eyes shone brightly, "but I still think you should tell me."
Dahail took a deep breath, "well, it always start with a great overlook of my beloved Rohan, it is spring and all is well. But then, after that little overlook, I see it burned and scared and filled with shadow. I see my friends, you, Nimeriel, my Mom and Dad as slaves, beaten and followed away. I see myself stand atop a tall peak with the power to prevent it all, but I see myself embrace the darkness instead, and that is always where I wake up."
Grimson Durr looked into the shadows for a long time, took a few draws from his pipe and was still for a long time. Then he spoke, "It seems to me that this world will, if possible, become even more out of balance, and I fear that Leithador will gain even more power. It even looks like our dear Edoras will fall." "And what about the part about me?" Dahail asked, "I do not know." Grimson said, "but I would like to warn you, do not choose the path that seems easiest if you have not considered it at first." Then he went silent, took a draw from his pipe and looked into the sunset far away. "What do you think he will do?" Dahail whispered, "Sorry?" Grimson said and looked at him, "What do you think The King will do when we tell him of the Dunnlanders?" he repeated, "Nought, I guess..." Grimson said grimly, "The King has less power now than what he had a hundred years ago, The Counsel do the most of the thinking, and they are almost as corrupted as Leithador itself." "Grimson!" Dahail said, "the counsel is the most respected men in all of Gondor and Rohan, how can you say that?" "I speak only the truth." Grimson said and rose from his seat, "You are still young, Dahail, you do not see as well as I the evil of this world. My prediction is that in less than twenty years, if nothing is done, Gondor will be under the rule of Leithador." "Why are you to up at this hour?" the sleepy voice of Nimeriel was heard. "Nimeriel! I am so sorry we awakened you." Dahail said, "Now go back to sleep." "What?" Nimeriel exclaimed, "Go back to sleep?" it is nearly sunset and we still haven't reached Kelos, we should leave straight away." "Nimeriel," Dahail said slowly, "Those Dunnlanders weren't looking for us, they never saw us, they don't even know we exist, why should we push ourselves to the brink of our own health when there is nothing following us?" Nimeriel looked at him, she had the look she always had when somebody said anything against her, "If there are Dunnlanders in Lebennin, the whole area is dangerous. If they dare to go that far, they must have something on their side who is much stronger than we can even imagine."
-Written by Gamedude
Chapter 2:
Dahail woke from his bad dream. He looked around him, Gnurrel was lying next to him, he looked like he was asleep, but Dahail knew that he was guarding him. About four feet away from them lay Nimeriel, her lovely young face was still now, asleep as she was. Dahail couldn't but smile, the whole day she had been pushing on for them to get as far away from Lebennin as possible. Next to Nimeriel sat Grimson Durr, he was looking into the sky with his back against Dahail. He was humming the old tune of the Lay of Frodo of the Nine Fingers, his favourite lay, it was filled with heroes and magic and elves and love and... these days you would find nought.
They had been camping near where Gilrain meets Serni, when Gnurrel had picked up the trail of something. They had followed the trail for three days when they finally reached a forest where they could clearly see the marks of Dunnlanders. After that they had turned away and fled. When they recovered they decided to turn east, to The White City, to speak with the King of Gondor. Dunnlanders had never been seen on that side of the White Mountains, and seldomly that far east.
"Are you awake?" Grimson Durr asked him and turned around, Dahail guessed he had sensed his presence. "Couldn't sleep..." he whispered, "I can't stop having these dreams..." "What is it, then?" he asked, his big blue eyes looked gently at him, "Maybe it will help to tell someone." "You mean, wouldn't it help to tell a sorceress, so he can tell me what the dreams mean?" Dahail almost laughed, "I didn't say that." Grimson whispered, and his eyes shone brightly, "but I still think you should tell me."
Dahail took a deep breath, "well, it always start with a great overlook of my beloved Rohan, it is spring and all is well. But then, after that little overlook, I see it burned and scared and filled with shadow. I see my friends, you, Nimeriel, my Mom and Dad as slaves, beaten and followed away. I see myself stand atop a tall peak with the power to prevent it all, but I see myself embrace the darkness instead, and that is always where I wake up."
Grimson Durr looked into the shadows for a long time, took a few draws from his pipe and was still for a long time. Then he spoke, "It seems to me that this world will, if possible, become even more out of balance, and I fear that Leithador will gain even more power. It even looks like our dear Edoras will fall." "And what about the part about me?" Dahail asked, "I do not know." Grimson said, "but I would like to warn you, do not choose the path that seems easiest if you have not considered it at first." Then he went silent, took a draw from his pipe and looked into the sunset far away. "What do you think he will do?" Dahail whispered, "Sorry?" Grimson said and looked at him, "What do you think The King will do when we tell him of the Dunnlanders?" he repeated, "Nought, I guess..." Grimson said grimly, "The King has less power now than what he had a hundred years ago, The Counsel do the most of the thinking, and they are almost as corrupted as Leithador itself." "Grimson!" Dahail said, "the counsel is the most respected men in all of Gondor and Rohan, how can you say that?" "I speak only the truth." Grimson said and rose from his seat, "You are still young, Dahail, you do not see as well as I the evil of this world. My prediction is that in less than twenty years, if nothing is done, Gondor will be under the rule of Leithador." "Why are you to up at this hour?" the sleepy voice of Nimeriel was heard. "Nimeriel! I am so sorry we awakened you." Dahail said, "Now go back to sleep." "What?" Nimeriel exclaimed, "Go back to sleep?" it is nearly sunset and we still haven't reached Kelos, we should leave straight away." "Nimeriel," Dahail said slowly, "Those Dunnlanders weren't looking for us, they never saw us, they don't even know we exist, why should we push ourselves to the brink of our own health when there is nothing following us?" Nimeriel looked at him, she had the look she always had when somebody said anything against her, "If there are Dunnlanders in Lebennin, the whole area is dangerous. If they dare to go that far, they must have something on their side who is much stronger than we can even imagine."