Darkness slowly grew, and as Tauren watched for a clearing, he hesitantly spoke to Celesil.
"Arwen, the darkness grows at the moment. I think we should, erm, stop to, uh, sleep, yes."
An awkward situation. But Celesil didn't think the same as Tauren; instead, she just agreed, admitting she was tired. Halting their horses, Tauren climbed down and offered Celesil his hand as an assistance for alightment. His eyes met hers, and for the first time the Half-Elf noticed how piercing his grey eyes were, and glanced down, severely concentrating on stepping from stirrup to earth.
"Nauvar" gave his bedroll and blanket to Celesil, which she gratefull accepted, which he spread out over the soft and cushiony nettles of an evergreen. He himself slept a few feet away, using his cloak for a pallet and covering. Celesil fell asleep almost instantaneously, while Tauren gazed at the stars, pondering.
'Alright, let's get this straight. Rauko sent me to Gondor to check things out and gather information. I should make a mental note to examine the walls and defenses, and also...'
His thoughts strayed to Celesil, who he knew as Luinfalasien, the Sea Elf. Remembering her cheerful voice, beautiful face, and jovial attitude, he sighed...Great Iluvatar! What was he thinking? What was this feeling felt at the moment?
Tauren had grown up in a society of an outlawed people. Hundreds of years ago, a Sylvan Elf of Mirkwood and his family were cast out of their land by their own people for some false prophecy. Throughout the years, this family intermarried and grew to be called the Ethir [Outlawed] Elves. They were scattered in small bands. Having come together in Mirkwood after the Sylvan Elves there had left for Valinor, their main goal was to build an army. Mating was done in the essence of repopulation, not love. Love was non-existent in the Dark Prince's world. His people were united by love and desire for domination, power, and vengeance, not for each other.
Confused, "Nuavar" rolled over onto his side, back towards the girl. 'Tomorrow,' he thought. 'Tomorrow I'll think about it some more.'
"Arwen, the darkness grows at the moment. I think we should, erm, stop to, uh, sleep, yes."
An awkward situation. But Celesil didn't think the same as Tauren; instead, she just agreed, admitting she was tired. Halting their horses, Tauren climbed down and offered Celesil his hand as an assistance for alightment. His eyes met hers, and for the first time the Half-Elf noticed how piercing his grey eyes were, and glanced down, severely concentrating on stepping from stirrup to earth.
"Nauvar" gave his bedroll and blanket to Celesil, which she gratefull accepted, which he spread out over the soft and cushiony nettles of an evergreen. He himself slept a few feet away, using his cloak for a pallet and covering. Celesil fell asleep almost instantaneously, while Tauren gazed at the stars, pondering.
'Alright, let's get this straight. Rauko sent me to Gondor to check things out and gather information. I should make a mental note to examine the walls and defenses, and also...'
His thoughts strayed to Celesil, who he knew as Luinfalasien, the Sea Elf. Remembering her cheerful voice, beautiful face, and jovial attitude, he sighed...Great Iluvatar! What was he thinking? What was this feeling felt at the moment?
Tauren had grown up in a society of an outlawed people. Hundreds of years ago, a Sylvan Elf of Mirkwood and his family were cast out of their land by their own people for some false prophecy. Throughout the years, this family intermarried and grew to be called the Ethir [Outlawed] Elves. They were scattered in small bands. Having come together in Mirkwood after the Sylvan Elves there had left for Valinor, their main goal was to build an army. Mating was done in the essence of repopulation, not love. Love was non-existent in the Dark Prince's world. His people were united by love and desire for domination, power, and vengeance, not for each other.
Confused, "Nuavar" rolled over onto his side, back towards the girl. 'Tomorrow,' he thought. 'Tomorrow I'll think about it some more.'
