I'm sorry this took so long to come out, its been awhile since I was able
to write.
This may be a bit slow, but I thank all you guys for waiting!
Rain beat upon that grey world, shedding tears that turned it into a dull blur of nameless wandering shapes, wandering this way and that. To a larger blob, or to another, or stopping in front of a group, only to quickly scurry away. To be hidden on the darker shadows, where the slashing rain was unable to penetrate.
The world was ignorant, unforgiving. Uninterested in the ways and lives of another. The only thing that mattered at that moment was its selfish vision of itself, and nothing could dissuade it otherwise.
So if you asked the townsfolk who it was that came wandering into their town the night before, or even if they had seen anyone arrive or leave, I doubt they would even acknowledge your presence, let alone remember a few nights before. Their minds were preoccupied with other such matters which had little meaning to others, but was of incredible importance to them. Their lives consisted of little else other than themselves. So if you were to ask anyone who the two poor creatures were, who had left the town that day, they could not tell you.
So, in a way, it was the perfect time in a perfect town, if invisibility was what you wanted to leave.
It had been a few minutes later, when Emeriel and Legolas finally had the battered old cart piled with the foul smelling hay. Covered in mould, and he wondered if anyone would even bother to stop him from taking such unhygienic stock out of the town, apparently off to sell it to some poor idiot that was to have the misfortune as receiving such a package at full price. Probably not, he doubted anyone in the town would care. In fact they would probably celebrate his success in deceiving the poor beast.
The sky outside had darkened, seeming to change with the very situation that they found themselves. Afod, not in the least happy with his some-what critical role in their rather incomplete plan. But by Emeriel's ingenious eye and artistic skills, he was now clothed in sticky dark mud and his mane dirty and matted. It would take a long time to clean, but it was necessary. After all it would look rather odd if a Prince's steed, with gleaming coat and perfectly brushed mane, was seen pulling an old farmer's cart. Studying her piece of work, Emeriel was glad to meet a creature rather unlike the Afod she knew. His once shining reddish-brown coat was now almost black, and looked as if it had not been groomed in months, instead of the long two days. He was perfect. If he could walk a little more sorrowful-looking, like a work-horse, head hanging and feet dragging, they might just be able to escape.
Legolas backed Afod into the harness and buckled him in. The girth was a bit too tight. A diet for him when he got back then. Emeriel having argued some more, had persuaded Legolas to let her ride up front with him. She had agreed, as a compromise that if anything really bad should happen, then she would jump into the back. Fine with her.
Having to play the part as well, Emeriel had found some old blankets, which they could cover themselves in. They rubbed their faces in dirty, enough to look as if they had not bathed in weeks. To cover their ears, they let down their hair, covered it with a thin lay of dirt, much to their disgust (yeah, I know they'll need a big bath. Maybe I can make it into something more romantic later....ooh I have idea!), and used the blankets to cover their heads, and their more than expensive clothing. It was hard not to think of them as farmers, though they still held the majestic aura of the elves. Legolas only hoped that no one would notice. They were still elves after all.
Leaping lightly up to the driver's seat, Legolas held out his hand for Emeriel, helping her up. He still had to be polite to her, no matter what they were playing at. The cart, as old as it was, creaked and swayed, but held, to their good luck. Sitting diown they both rested against the moulded hay. It would be the only peace, Legolas guessed for awhile. The wind still bit at them, even through the many layers of clothing. It was harsher, more evil than the gentle breezes that travelled through their beloved elf-lands.
Huddling close, Emeriel still felt the after-affects of the earlier emotions, but she was safe here. Nothing would hurt her. Not that Legolas was here.
Her mind may have clung to this unrealistic picture but Legolas was not at all as sure. Gathering the dirty, mangled reins he flicked them, indicating for Afod to move on. He went totally consumed in his role, understanding their trouble. Head down, feet dragging, he looked like an ancient cart mule, not at all the pedigree elven-steed that he was.
They moved out into the downpour that was the world. It did nothing to cheer their situation.
Thank you for reading, I know this needs to move on. I know. Some more action will be here soon. Love you all! R&R
This may be a bit slow, but I thank all you guys for waiting!
Rain beat upon that grey world, shedding tears that turned it into a dull blur of nameless wandering shapes, wandering this way and that. To a larger blob, or to another, or stopping in front of a group, only to quickly scurry away. To be hidden on the darker shadows, where the slashing rain was unable to penetrate.
The world was ignorant, unforgiving. Uninterested in the ways and lives of another. The only thing that mattered at that moment was its selfish vision of itself, and nothing could dissuade it otherwise.
So if you asked the townsfolk who it was that came wandering into their town the night before, or even if they had seen anyone arrive or leave, I doubt they would even acknowledge your presence, let alone remember a few nights before. Their minds were preoccupied with other such matters which had little meaning to others, but was of incredible importance to them. Their lives consisted of little else other than themselves. So if you were to ask anyone who the two poor creatures were, who had left the town that day, they could not tell you.
So, in a way, it was the perfect time in a perfect town, if invisibility was what you wanted to leave.
It had been a few minutes later, when Emeriel and Legolas finally had the battered old cart piled with the foul smelling hay. Covered in mould, and he wondered if anyone would even bother to stop him from taking such unhygienic stock out of the town, apparently off to sell it to some poor idiot that was to have the misfortune as receiving such a package at full price. Probably not, he doubted anyone in the town would care. In fact they would probably celebrate his success in deceiving the poor beast.
The sky outside had darkened, seeming to change with the very situation that they found themselves. Afod, not in the least happy with his some-what critical role in their rather incomplete plan. But by Emeriel's ingenious eye and artistic skills, he was now clothed in sticky dark mud and his mane dirty and matted. It would take a long time to clean, but it was necessary. After all it would look rather odd if a Prince's steed, with gleaming coat and perfectly brushed mane, was seen pulling an old farmer's cart. Studying her piece of work, Emeriel was glad to meet a creature rather unlike the Afod she knew. His once shining reddish-brown coat was now almost black, and looked as if it had not been groomed in months, instead of the long two days. He was perfect. If he could walk a little more sorrowful-looking, like a work-horse, head hanging and feet dragging, they might just be able to escape.
Legolas backed Afod into the harness and buckled him in. The girth was a bit too tight. A diet for him when he got back then. Emeriel having argued some more, had persuaded Legolas to let her ride up front with him. She had agreed, as a compromise that if anything really bad should happen, then she would jump into the back. Fine with her.
Having to play the part as well, Emeriel had found some old blankets, which they could cover themselves in. They rubbed their faces in dirty, enough to look as if they had not bathed in weeks. To cover their ears, they let down their hair, covered it with a thin lay of dirt, much to their disgust (yeah, I know they'll need a big bath. Maybe I can make it into something more romantic later....ooh I have idea!), and used the blankets to cover their heads, and their more than expensive clothing. It was hard not to think of them as farmers, though they still held the majestic aura of the elves. Legolas only hoped that no one would notice. They were still elves after all.
Leaping lightly up to the driver's seat, Legolas held out his hand for Emeriel, helping her up. He still had to be polite to her, no matter what they were playing at. The cart, as old as it was, creaked and swayed, but held, to their good luck. Sitting diown they both rested against the moulded hay. It would be the only peace, Legolas guessed for awhile. The wind still bit at them, even through the many layers of clothing. It was harsher, more evil than the gentle breezes that travelled through their beloved elf-lands.
Huddling close, Emeriel still felt the after-affects of the earlier emotions, but she was safe here. Nothing would hurt her. Not that Legolas was here.
Her mind may have clung to this unrealistic picture but Legolas was not at all as sure. Gathering the dirty, mangled reins he flicked them, indicating for Afod to move on. He went totally consumed in his role, understanding their trouble. Head down, feet dragging, he looked like an ancient cart mule, not at all the pedigree elven-steed that he was.
They moved out into the downpour that was the world. It did nothing to cheer their situation.
Thank you for reading, I know this needs to move on. I know. Some more action will be here soon. Love you all! R&R
