Ch 2 On the Horizon---------------------------------------------------------
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Gilromen walked by the river Anduin. Few men came near its banks in these parts and the rebel camp was not far away. She would be safe.
Gilromen stared at the horizon as she played a peaceful tune on her pipe, her mind on what the Mirror had revealed many months ago.
The song was old. It told of the death of the greatest Elven King;
"Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the mountain and the sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
His shining helm afar was seen;
The countless stars of heavens field
Were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For in the darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the shadows are." (*** This song is taken directly from the book. ***)
The song was beautiful in the common tongue, but in the elvish Qenya, it was hypnotic. It was strange. It was less than 300 years after Sauron was over throne and yet; men had not learned their lesson. History did repeat itself. It was cruel. The stupidity of men was so great yet they inherit Middle Earth and the Elves, wisest of all creations, faded into the past, and are forgotten, and hated for the very things that made us great. Instead of men increasing their knowledge by learning from elves, they now seek to destroy us. Already the earth cries out in sorrow and yet men do not hear it.
It took Gilromen a few seconds to notice a ship sailing up the river. It was strange. Old like the ship Galadriel had taken. At the front of the ship a figure with pale hair stood. An elf. Gilromen groaned and prayed that the elf was just stupid and that he was not a prisoner.
She jumped up and climbed into a tree. She fixed an arrow onto her bow and watched the strange ship come nearer.
Gilromen walked by the river Anduin. Few men came near its banks in these parts and the rebel camp was not far away. She would be safe.
Gilromen stared at the horizon as she played a peaceful tune on her pipe, her mind on what the Mirror had revealed many months ago.
The song was old. It told of the death of the greatest Elven King;
"Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the mountain and the sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
His shining helm afar was seen;
The countless stars of heavens field
Were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For in the darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the shadows are." (*** This song is taken directly from the book. ***)
The song was beautiful in the common tongue, but in the elvish Qenya, it was hypnotic. It was strange. It was less than 300 years after Sauron was over throne and yet; men had not learned their lesson. History did repeat itself. It was cruel. The stupidity of men was so great yet they inherit Middle Earth and the Elves, wisest of all creations, faded into the past, and are forgotten, and hated for the very things that made us great. Instead of men increasing their knowledge by learning from elves, they now seek to destroy us. Already the earth cries out in sorrow and yet men do not hear it.
It took Gilromen a few seconds to notice a ship sailing up the river. It was strange. Old like the ship Galadriel had taken. At the front of the ship a figure with pale hair stood. An elf. Gilromen groaned and prayed that the elf was just stupid and that he was not a prisoner.
She jumped up and climbed into a tree. She fixed an arrow onto her bow and watched the strange ship come nearer.