Disclaimer: I don't own TTT. I like to play with it.
I noticed that...I downloaded a copy of TTT for a reference, and for some reason it was the spelling. I'll change it soon, never fear! :D
Neopets id: half_elf_Varda
petcube id: theorignalsara
yahoo id: vamp_queen_sara
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The five rode through sunset, the long dusk, and through the night. Finally, they stopped for a few hours. It was deadly quiet, a chilly wind blew long clouds along the night sky, and finally they started again under the cold moon. Antonia finally gave up riding her horse, and sat behind Legolas for warmth.
More long hours, and Gimli, with all his dwarfen strength, was nodding asleep ever few minites, with Gandalf shaking him awake before he fell. The three horses following Shadowfax were weary, but proud, refusling to be left behind their leader. More and more miles passed by, as a blur to the weary travelers, and after a long time a clear dawn came, and red shafts of light light their surroundings. Shadowfax stopped, and neighed.
"Look!" Gandalf cried, pointing ahead.
The tired travelers looked ahead. Before them, the white tipped, mountians of the south. The grasslands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet, and flowed up into the still dark valleys winding into the crevices of the black-streaked mountians. Glens opened like a long gulf in the hills. Far inward, they saw a tumbled mountian-mass with a tall peak, at the mouth of the vale like a lonley sentinel. About the bottem, a silver thread flowed, a river catching gold from the rising sun.
"Speak Legolas. Tell us what you see before you." Ganalf said.
Legolas shaded his eyes, and peered ahead. "I see a white stream, that comes from the snows." He smiled as Antonia's hand crept into his tunic, tickling him. "Where..Antonia!"
"Sorry Leggie." Antonia grinned. "Keep going."
"Where it issues from the shadow of the vale a green hill rises upon...Antonia!"
"Upon what, leggie?" Antonia grinned as he shook her off.
"Upon the east. A dike and mighty wall..." Legolas pulled her in front of him. "...and thorney fence encircle it. Within there rise the roofs of houses; and in the midst, set upon a green terrace, there stands aloft a great hall of Men. And it seems to my eyes, that it is thatched with gold. The light of it shines far over the land. Golden, too, are the posts of it's doors. There men in bright mail stand; but all else within the courts are yet asleep."
"Edoras, those courts are called." Gandalf nodded. "And Meduseld is that golden hal. There dwells Thjoden son of Thengel, King of the mark of Rohan. We are come with the rising of the day. Now, the road lies plain to see before us. But we must ride more warely, fore war is abroad, and the Rohirrim, the horse-loads, do not sleep even if it seems so from afar. Draw no weapon, speak no haughty word, I councel you all, untill we are come before Thjoden's seat."
"No problem, grandpa." Antonia lay her head against Legolas's chest. "I'll be sleeping."
The morning was bright and clear, the birds singin, when they reached the stream. Over the stream, was a ford between low banks, trampled by many horses. They traveled up wide rutted path, leading towards the highlands.
At the foot of the hill, the grass was as white as fresh snow, dotted with hunderds of tiny white flowers like stars.
"Look!" Gandalf smiled. "How far are the briht eyes in the grass! They are called Evermind, simbelmynl in this land of men, for they blossem all year, and grow where dead men rest."
Aragorn and Gandalf started talking about the dead people in those graves, and Antonia started to sing.
"Lalala. Lalala. Er...ding dong, the witch is...no. Not a good idea. Hmm.."
Aragorn inturuped her. "Where now is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountian, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the west behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
Thus spoke a forgotten poet long ago in Rohan, recalling how tall and fair was Eorl the Young, who rose down out of the northl and there was wings upon the feet of his steed, Felaruf, father of horses. So men still sing in the evening."
With the words, they passed mounds where dead kings slept. Following the winding was up the green hill, they came to the wide wind swept walls and the gates of Edoras.
The men in bright mail sprang to their feet, and pointed spears at them.
"Stay, strangers." They cried in the tounge of the Riddlemark. As they demanded the names and errends of the travelers, wonder and un-friednlyness shone in their eyes, and they glared at Gandalf.
"Well, I do understand your speech." Gandalf answered, in their language. "Though few strangers do. Why then, do you not speak in the commen tounge,as is the custem in the west, if you wish to be answered?"
"It is the will of Thjoden King that none should enter our gates, save those who know our tounge and are our friends." A guard replied. "None are welcome here in days of war, but those who are our own folk, and those who come from Mundburg in the land of Gondor. Who are you, that come heedless over the plain strangely clad, riding horses like to our own horses? Long have we guared here, and we have watched you from afar. Never have we seen riders so strange, nor any horse more proud than is one of those who bare you. He is one of the Meraras, unless our eyes are cheated by some spell. Say, you are a wizerfd, some spy from Saruman, or phantoms of his craft? Speak now and be swift!"
"We are no phantoms." Aragorn answered. "Nor do your eyes cheat you. These are your horses that we ride. But seldom does theif ride home to the stable. Here are Hasufel, Arod and Phion that Eomor lent to us only two days ago. We bring them back, as we promiced. Has not Eomer returned, and given warning of our coming?"
The guard looked troubled. "I have nothing to say of Eomer. But if it is true, then Thjoden will have heard of it. Maybe your coming was not wholly unlooked-for. It is but two nights ago Wormtounge came to us and said that by will of Thjoden no stranged should pass these gates."
"Say no more!" Ganfalf looked sharply at the guard. "My errend is not to Wormtounge, but to the Lord of the Mark himself. I am in haste. WIll you not go and say that we are come?"
"Yes, I will go. What names shall I repot? And what shall I say? You seem old and weary, but are fell and grim beneath, I deem." The guard raised his eyebrow at Antonia who was glaring at him.
"I am Gandalf. I have returned. I too bring a horse back. Here is Shadowfax the great, whom no other hand can tame. Beside me is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, the heir of Kings, and it is to Mundburg that he goes. Here also is Legolas the elf, with his bride Antonia, and Gimli the dwarf, our comrades. Go now, and say that we are at his gates, and would have speech with him, if he will permit us to come into his hall."
"Strange names." The guard stratched his head. "Wait here, and I will bring an answer. Do not hope too much, for these are dark days." He want swiftly away, with the other guards watching the stangers carefully.
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Damm long chapters. Sorry, its 1:30 am here, and im tired. *Sigh*
I noticed that...I downloaded a copy of TTT for a reference, and for some reason it was the spelling. I'll change it soon, never fear! :D
Neopets id: half_elf_Varda
petcube id: theorignalsara
yahoo id: vamp_queen_sara
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The five rode through sunset, the long dusk, and through the night. Finally, they stopped for a few hours. It was deadly quiet, a chilly wind blew long clouds along the night sky, and finally they started again under the cold moon. Antonia finally gave up riding her horse, and sat behind Legolas for warmth.
More long hours, and Gimli, with all his dwarfen strength, was nodding asleep ever few minites, with Gandalf shaking him awake before he fell. The three horses following Shadowfax were weary, but proud, refusling to be left behind their leader. More and more miles passed by, as a blur to the weary travelers, and after a long time a clear dawn came, and red shafts of light light their surroundings. Shadowfax stopped, and neighed.
"Look!" Gandalf cried, pointing ahead.
The tired travelers looked ahead. Before them, the white tipped, mountians of the south. The grasslands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet, and flowed up into the still dark valleys winding into the crevices of the black-streaked mountians. Glens opened like a long gulf in the hills. Far inward, they saw a tumbled mountian-mass with a tall peak, at the mouth of the vale like a lonley sentinel. About the bottem, a silver thread flowed, a river catching gold from the rising sun.
"Speak Legolas. Tell us what you see before you." Ganalf said.
Legolas shaded his eyes, and peered ahead. "I see a white stream, that comes from the snows." He smiled as Antonia's hand crept into his tunic, tickling him. "Where..Antonia!"
"Sorry Leggie." Antonia grinned. "Keep going."
"Where it issues from the shadow of the vale a green hill rises upon...Antonia!"
"Upon what, leggie?" Antonia grinned as he shook her off.
"Upon the east. A dike and mighty wall..." Legolas pulled her in front of him. "...and thorney fence encircle it. Within there rise the roofs of houses; and in the midst, set upon a green terrace, there stands aloft a great hall of Men. And it seems to my eyes, that it is thatched with gold. The light of it shines far over the land. Golden, too, are the posts of it's doors. There men in bright mail stand; but all else within the courts are yet asleep."
"Edoras, those courts are called." Gandalf nodded. "And Meduseld is that golden hal. There dwells Thjoden son of Thengel, King of the mark of Rohan. We are come with the rising of the day. Now, the road lies plain to see before us. But we must ride more warely, fore war is abroad, and the Rohirrim, the horse-loads, do not sleep even if it seems so from afar. Draw no weapon, speak no haughty word, I councel you all, untill we are come before Thjoden's seat."
"No problem, grandpa." Antonia lay her head against Legolas's chest. "I'll be sleeping."
The morning was bright and clear, the birds singin, when they reached the stream. Over the stream, was a ford between low banks, trampled by many horses. They traveled up wide rutted path, leading towards the highlands.
At the foot of the hill, the grass was as white as fresh snow, dotted with hunderds of tiny white flowers like stars.
"Look!" Gandalf smiled. "How far are the briht eyes in the grass! They are called Evermind, simbelmynl in this land of men, for they blossem all year, and grow where dead men rest."
Aragorn and Gandalf started talking about the dead people in those graves, and Antonia started to sing.
"Lalala. Lalala. Er...ding dong, the witch is...no. Not a good idea. Hmm.."
Aragorn inturuped her. "Where now is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountian, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the west behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
Thus spoke a forgotten poet long ago in Rohan, recalling how tall and fair was Eorl the Young, who rose down out of the northl and there was wings upon the feet of his steed, Felaruf, father of horses. So men still sing in the evening."
With the words, they passed mounds where dead kings slept. Following the winding was up the green hill, they came to the wide wind swept walls and the gates of Edoras.
The men in bright mail sprang to their feet, and pointed spears at them.
"Stay, strangers." They cried in the tounge of the Riddlemark. As they demanded the names and errends of the travelers, wonder and un-friednlyness shone in their eyes, and they glared at Gandalf.
"Well, I do understand your speech." Gandalf answered, in their language. "Though few strangers do. Why then, do you not speak in the commen tounge,as is the custem in the west, if you wish to be answered?"
"It is the will of Thjoden King that none should enter our gates, save those who know our tounge and are our friends." A guard replied. "None are welcome here in days of war, but those who are our own folk, and those who come from Mundburg in the land of Gondor. Who are you, that come heedless over the plain strangely clad, riding horses like to our own horses? Long have we guared here, and we have watched you from afar. Never have we seen riders so strange, nor any horse more proud than is one of those who bare you. He is one of the Meraras, unless our eyes are cheated by some spell. Say, you are a wizerfd, some spy from Saruman, or phantoms of his craft? Speak now and be swift!"
"We are no phantoms." Aragorn answered. "Nor do your eyes cheat you. These are your horses that we ride. But seldom does theif ride home to the stable. Here are Hasufel, Arod and Phion that Eomor lent to us only two days ago. We bring them back, as we promiced. Has not Eomer returned, and given warning of our coming?"
The guard looked troubled. "I have nothing to say of Eomer. But if it is true, then Thjoden will have heard of it. Maybe your coming was not wholly unlooked-for. It is but two nights ago Wormtounge came to us and said that by will of Thjoden no stranged should pass these gates."
"Say no more!" Ganfalf looked sharply at the guard. "My errend is not to Wormtounge, but to the Lord of the Mark himself. I am in haste. WIll you not go and say that we are come?"
"Yes, I will go. What names shall I repot? And what shall I say? You seem old and weary, but are fell and grim beneath, I deem." The guard raised his eyebrow at Antonia who was glaring at him.
"I am Gandalf. I have returned. I too bring a horse back. Here is Shadowfax the great, whom no other hand can tame. Beside me is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, the heir of Kings, and it is to Mundburg that he goes. Here also is Legolas the elf, with his bride Antonia, and Gimli the dwarf, our comrades. Go now, and say that we are at his gates, and would have speech with him, if he will permit us to come into his hall."
"Strange names." The guard stratched his head. "Wait here, and I will bring an answer. Do not hope too much, for these are dark days." He want swiftly away, with the other guards watching the stangers carefully.
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Damm long chapters. Sorry, its 1:30 am here, and im tired. *Sigh*