The Tale of a Warrior Maid
Chapter 2
The road to Gondor was oddly bare of other travelers. Kesteral had expected to see others traveling to join the army massing there, but she had seen know one. She thought she heard elves, but that was several hours ago. Instead she chose to busy herself with a simple poem, honoring her hero, Eowyn, shield maiden of Rohan.
She grew up with men
But was forced to be
a woman, courteous and silent.
Although she fought as well as them
They kept her bound in lace
Although her eyes glowed with battle fire
They made her stay and wait.
Then one day she'd had enough
She dressed in armor, sheathed a sword
And took to the road as Dernhelm
Into Pellanor she rode
Beside her father, a king of old
To face a foe, and perhaps die
The valiant death she had long dreamed.
Down upon her father flew the beast
A creature of darkness none could stand
and upon it a wraith, of evil dark and grey.
She slew the beast that historic day.
and with the help of one small hobbit.
She banished its rider to where it came.
But perilous wounds she did suffer
For fearing to face the dark
And before the battle er over
She sunk into a cold, dark sleep,
but fate was with her on that day
A healer and a king did rise
He banished evil from the land
And healed her with the touch of a hand
Now the land does know
A women is as good as any man
"That is lovely", but you should mention her marriage to Faramir of Gondor" a soft, bell like voice sounded behind her as two elves came onto the road.
"Greetings" the tallest began. "I am Haradwë this is my brother Therindell we are elves of the Golden Wood." Kesteral stared intently on the two brothers and realized, that despite being taller Haradwë was a mirror image of his sibling.
"I am Kesteral of Orthanc, a half-elf." She replied seeing them eye her neatly pointed ears.
"Not to mean any offense, but are not half-elves usually taller?" Haradwë inquired.
"She is not of human elf descent brother," Therindell corrected staring at Kesteral's bare feet. "There's halfling blood running through her veins, a rarity to be sure."
"You are right; it takes most much longer to figure that out." Kesteral gushed. Are you going to Gondor to enlist in the army?" she asked spotting their bows and quivers.
"Yes, we got the call a few weeks ago, you?" Therindell asked.
"I'm hoping to, but race and gender tend to be a problem." She replied.
"After the shield maiden Gondor is more acceptant of females taking a role in battle," Haradwë replied. "Can you fight and shot?"
"I was taught by the finest archers in the north, although I have never been in battle. The most I've done is chasing a tribe of orcs away from a nearby town." Keseral informed him.
"From what I've heard they're not so much hoping for more archers and footmen. They need trackers and most importantly translators." Therindell interrupted.
"I can track, but not too well. As for translate I know most tongues I hear and some I may never need to utter. I was raised by Radaghast the brown, last wizard in Middle Earth. He taught me the languages of elves, dwarves, ents and even orcs. I also reckon I know most Haradwaith words I'll ever need to know and I am a very quick learner. Radaghast always considered knowledge to be the true riches of this world. He taught me all he knew of Middle Earth and the Undying Lands every chance he got. Perhaps the king will have need of me the,." Kesteral boosted. The two brothers happily switched to their own language knowing she would be able to understand her.
"There is a shortcut here that will cut several days off our journey, and since we are all headed to the same place, we'd be best to stick together, safety in numbers. Not that any off us can't defend ourselves." Therindell said turning onto a small deer path that lay by the road.
"I would be glad to join you" Kesteral replied glad to be in the presence of ones who where not upset by her choice of life. She followed the brothers into the woods.
The road to Gondor was oddly bare of other travelers. Kesteral had expected to see others traveling to join the army massing there, but she had seen know one. She thought she heard elves, but that was several hours ago. Instead she chose to busy herself with a simple poem, honoring her hero, Eowyn, shield maiden of Rohan.
She grew up with men
But was forced to be
a woman, courteous and silent.
Although she fought as well as them
They kept her bound in lace
Although her eyes glowed with battle fire
They made her stay and wait.
Then one day she'd had enough
She dressed in armor, sheathed a sword
And took to the road as Dernhelm
Into Pellanor she rode
Beside her father, a king of old
To face a foe, and perhaps die
The valiant death she had long dreamed.
Down upon her father flew the beast
A creature of darkness none could stand
and upon it a wraith, of evil dark and grey.
She slew the beast that historic day.
and with the help of one small hobbit.
She banished its rider to where it came.
But perilous wounds she did suffer
For fearing to face the dark
And before the battle er over
She sunk into a cold, dark sleep,
but fate was with her on that day
A healer and a king did rise
He banished evil from the land
And healed her with the touch of a hand
Now the land does know
A women is as good as any man
"That is lovely", but you should mention her marriage to Faramir of Gondor" a soft, bell like voice sounded behind her as two elves came onto the road.
"Greetings" the tallest began. "I am Haradwë this is my brother Therindell we are elves of the Golden Wood." Kesteral stared intently on the two brothers and realized, that despite being taller Haradwë was a mirror image of his sibling.
"I am Kesteral of Orthanc, a half-elf." She replied seeing them eye her neatly pointed ears.
"Not to mean any offense, but are not half-elves usually taller?" Haradwë inquired.
"She is not of human elf descent brother," Therindell corrected staring at Kesteral's bare feet. "There's halfling blood running through her veins, a rarity to be sure."
"You are right; it takes most much longer to figure that out." Kesteral gushed. Are you going to Gondor to enlist in the army?" she asked spotting their bows and quivers.
"Yes, we got the call a few weeks ago, you?" Therindell asked.
"I'm hoping to, but race and gender tend to be a problem." She replied.
"After the shield maiden Gondor is more acceptant of females taking a role in battle," Haradwë replied. "Can you fight and shot?"
"I was taught by the finest archers in the north, although I have never been in battle. The most I've done is chasing a tribe of orcs away from a nearby town." Keseral informed him.
"From what I've heard they're not so much hoping for more archers and footmen. They need trackers and most importantly translators." Therindell interrupted.
"I can track, but not too well. As for translate I know most tongues I hear and some I may never need to utter. I was raised by Radaghast the brown, last wizard in Middle Earth. He taught me the languages of elves, dwarves, ents and even orcs. I also reckon I know most Haradwaith words I'll ever need to know and I am a very quick learner. Radaghast always considered knowledge to be the true riches of this world. He taught me all he knew of Middle Earth and the Undying Lands every chance he got. Perhaps the king will have need of me the,." Kesteral boosted. The two brothers happily switched to their own language knowing she would be able to understand her.
"There is a shortcut here that will cut several days off our journey, and since we are all headed to the same place, we'd be best to stick together, safety in numbers. Not that any off us can't defend ourselves." Therindell said turning onto a small deer path that lay by the road.
"I would be glad to join you" Kesteral replied glad to be in the presence of ones who where not upset by her choice of life. She followed the brothers into the woods.