This actually has some action in it! I'm so proud! R&R! I don't own LOTR!
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Weeks passed by, and the months flew in front of Lorna's face, and she missed Boromir the most in winter, when a chill wind swept her orange hair. She thought of the day in January when she had last spoken to Boromir, and when he said he loved her. She hoped her still did, and she wrapped herself in his thick cloak she brought, and soon the winter was over, and she planned on leaving for home soon.
Days earlier Raedan and Lorna had made a plan to fight in front of many people in the hall, so it would seem like they couldn't stand each other, and Lorna would be allowed to go home, since she had no interest in Raedan. It was early March when they carried it out, and many people gaped and talked about the episode for many weeks to pass.
Of course, Lorna and Raedan were good friends, and met often afterwards the 'fight.' Both thought it was hilarious, and reacted it many times, and were so believable that others thought they fought often. Soon they had the whole city in an uproar, much to their amusement. But March turned to April, and April to May, and Lorna was set to leave near the 23rd. So she said her good-byes and saddled her horse, Tellan, and set off tearfully with Tobrecan towards Minas Titith, unmarried. It had been more than a year since she had seen her city, and longed much for it. She wished more to see Boromir, but deep down she prayed for him to not be there. She didn't know why exactly, but it angered her that Boromir had not seen her off a year ago, and she knew it was his pride that kept him away.
"Are you excited to be going home, lady Lorna?" Tobrecan asked three weeks into the journey. He had estimated that they were close, but Lorna still felt hundreds of miles away.
"Oh yes, Tobrecan. It saddens me, though, to be leaving your company, and now that I'm gone I wish for the company of those in Edoras!" Lorna exclaimed. "Say, what's that?" she asked, and pointing towards a smoking black pile, she rode fast.
When Tobrecan arrived at her side he saw her staring open-mouthed at a flaming pile of black bodies. Spears stuck up out of the mess, and decapitated heads were strung around the ground nearby. Lorna gagged, and almost fell of Tellan, but he backed away from the pile over towards a spot where no ashes had reached and chewed some leaves. Lorna got to the ground and stood where Tobrecan was now examining the pile.
"Looks like orc bodies to me. And burned Rohirrim-style." He said as his face grew pale.
"Riders of the Mark way out here? Wouldn't Gondor answer to this close a raid?" Lorna asked as she covered her mouth with her sleeve.
"Perhaps they were on a far boundary search. Whatever was the trouble we should be going, don't you think?" Tobrecan suggested and mounted his horse. Lorna did the same and they rode off towards the city once more.
Upon the way they came across some soldiers of Gondor who reported that they were sent to kill and burn the invaders, upon the orders of the Steward. Denethor feared for the safety of two travelers making their way back from Rohan. The captain of their group, a man named Averill, sent with Lorna and Tobrecan two guards for further safety, and told them that if they rode swift they would reach the city by nightfall.
That was not so, however. A sudden downpour slowed their approach, and they were forced to take shelter under a canopy of oak trees.
The night was wet and miserable, but that didn't stop Lorna's fun. She danced and sang under the eaves of the trees until she was told to sleep by one of the guards, and even then she couldn't restrain her happiness. So excited she was to be near her home that she offered to go the rest of the way herself if she was told the way. The guard on watch just laughed and told her to sleep. But in the middle of the night (after she finally had dropped off to sleep) she heard a rustling in the trees and wondered what kind of creature lurked so close to their camp. Seeing that both of the guards were gone she jumped up quickly, grasped the bow and quiver of arrows Raedan presented to her before he left, and stepped as quietly as she could into the trees.
Far off she thought she heard cries, and made her way to them, stringing an arrow as she went. It was all dark, the moon was blocked by storm clouds, but it was no longer raining. Just as the cries became louder a figure jumped Lorna from behind. It was a guard.
"Get back to the tent! All is well, do not worry. You must sleep." And he led her to the tent they had set up.
She hardly slept any more that night, but in the morning she was full of questions.
Weeks passed by, and the months flew in front of Lorna's face, and she missed Boromir the most in winter, when a chill wind swept her orange hair. She thought of the day in January when she had last spoken to Boromir, and when he said he loved her. She hoped her still did, and she wrapped herself in his thick cloak she brought, and soon the winter was over, and she planned on leaving for home soon.
Days earlier Raedan and Lorna had made a plan to fight in front of many people in the hall, so it would seem like they couldn't stand each other, and Lorna would be allowed to go home, since she had no interest in Raedan. It was early March when they carried it out, and many people gaped and talked about the episode for many weeks to pass.
Of course, Lorna and Raedan were good friends, and met often afterwards the 'fight.' Both thought it was hilarious, and reacted it many times, and were so believable that others thought they fought often. Soon they had the whole city in an uproar, much to their amusement. But March turned to April, and April to May, and Lorna was set to leave near the 23rd. So she said her good-byes and saddled her horse, Tellan, and set off tearfully with Tobrecan towards Minas Titith, unmarried. It had been more than a year since she had seen her city, and longed much for it. She wished more to see Boromir, but deep down she prayed for him to not be there. She didn't know why exactly, but it angered her that Boromir had not seen her off a year ago, and she knew it was his pride that kept him away.
"Are you excited to be going home, lady Lorna?" Tobrecan asked three weeks into the journey. He had estimated that they were close, but Lorna still felt hundreds of miles away.
"Oh yes, Tobrecan. It saddens me, though, to be leaving your company, and now that I'm gone I wish for the company of those in Edoras!" Lorna exclaimed. "Say, what's that?" she asked, and pointing towards a smoking black pile, she rode fast.
When Tobrecan arrived at her side he saw her staring open-mouthed at a flaming pile of black bodies. Spears stuck up out of the mess, and decapitated heads were strung around the ground nearby. Lorna gagged, and almost fell of Tellan, but he backed away from the pile over towards a spot where no ashes had reached and chewed some leaves. Lorna got to the ground and stood where Tobrecan was now examining the pile.
"Looks like orc bodies to me. And burned Rohirrim-style." He said as his face grew pale.
"Riders of the Mark way out here? Wouldn't Gondor answer to this close a raid?" Lorna asked as she covered her mouth with her sleeve.
"Perhaps they were on a far boundary search. Whatever was the trouble we should be going, don't you think?" Tobrecan suggested and mounted his horse. Lorna did the same and they rode off towards the city once more.
Upon the way they came across some soldiers of Gondor who reported that they were sent to kill and burn the invaders, upon the orders of the Steward. Denethor feared for the safety of two travelers making their way back from Rohan. The captain of their group, a man named Averill, sent with Lorna and Tobrecan two guards for further safety, and told them that if they rode swift they would reach the city by nightfall.
That was not so, however. A sudden downpour slowed their approach, and they were forced to take shelter under a canopy of oak trees.
The night was wet and miserable, but that didn't stop Lorna's fun. She danced and sang under the eaves of the trees until she was told to sleep by one of the guards, and even then she couldn't restrain her happiness. So excited she was to be near her home that she offered to go the rest of the way herself if she was told the way. The guard on watch just laughed and told her to sleep. But in the middle of the night (after she finally had dropped off to sleep) she heard a rustling in the trees and wondered what kind of creature lurked so close to their camp. Seeing that both of the guards were gone she jumped up quickly, grasped the bow and quiver of arrows Raedan presented to her before he left, and stepped as quietly as she could into the trees.
Far off she thought she heard cries, and made her way to them, stringing an arrow as she went. It was all dark, the moon was blocked by storm clouds, but it was no longer raining. Just as the cries became louder a figure jumped Lorna from behind. It was a guard.
"Get back to the tent! All is well, do not worry. You must sleep." And he led her to the tent they had set up.
She hardly slept any more that night, but in the morning she was full of questions.
