The Hooded Rider
He stood on the balcony leading to the Great Hall. Looking out across Mirkwood, the beautiful greens and browns of the tall trees the flowers that laid so soothingly on the grass floor. He placed his hands on the railings to support himself while he looked around. He glanced down towards the gardens full of color and beauty. In the middle of the garden stood a fountain, not too big but not too small, enough for the beauty. In the middle stood a horse, water spurting out of his mouth making the sounds and looks of the garden complete. He removed his hands from the railings, turned, and began to walk off the balcony towards the Great Hall. He stopped, hearing the sound of hooves on the floor pounding and then coming to a halt.
He looked over his right shoulder and caught a glimpse of a tall, dark horse with a caped Rider. The Rider dismounted standing next to his horse, looking around and humming a soft tune. He let go of the reins and walked towards the fountain. Looking around he stopped humming, concentrating on what was around him. The Prince not able to see the face of the Rider, kept looking to see if he could catch a glimpse. The Rider looked up and saw the Prince looking down on him. The Rider turned and ran to his horse grabbing the reins and jumping into the saddle. He looked up, again seeing the pair of sapphire blue eyes that belonged to the Prince that watched him.
The horse reared slashing the air with his hooves, he landed and danced on the spot. The coat of the horse, the colour blacks as night, with one white crescent moon behind his right ear causing his mane to have a few strands the colour of silver. He had piercing eyes the colour of emerald green. He had long feathers a long mane and forelock, the tail long and thick as oil.
The Rider trying to keep him under control looked up at the Prince, moving around with the horse underneath him he stared up at the prince still not revealing himself. He ordered the horse into a canter with a few fluent elfish words.
The Prince ran off the balcony and in through the Great Hall down the stairs and outside. He stopped and looked around to see if he could see the hooded rider, not seeing him he quickly ran towards the stables but grabbed his sword, blades, longbow and arrows, hastily fastening then to himself while running to the stables. Once there he took out his horse, and jumping on its back he galloped out of the stables after the Hooded Rider. The Prince followed the tracks, going deeper into Mirkwood. He came out to an open part of the wood. The land had lush green grass that carpeted the meadow. Knocked out of his trance, from the beauty, he heard the same humming sound coming from not so far away. Using his enhanced elfish eyes he looked in the direction from which the sound was coming from. Spotting the Hooded Rider walking across the meadow on his horse, he galloped after him. The Rider hearing the Prince coming after him sped away as fast as he could. The Prince caught up with the Hooded Rider; head to head riding for the end of the meadow they both raced. The Prince jumped across to the other Rider and they both went falling to the floor with a thud, they both sprang to there feet. Swords drawn and pointed to each other's throats. The sword that belonged to the rider had a golden handle plain as could be, but on the end an engraving the word atara was present. The blade itself had leaves and ancient elfish engraved on the top that read: "To the dearest mother pretty and wise." The blades sparkled in the sunlight, as they moved by there handlers breathing. They stood in front of one another, no words spoken. The Prince looked at the Rider trying to see if he could recognise him by the way he moved or by the way he fought. The Rider stood still, his cape drifting in the breeze. The silence was broken by the Rider, but still inspecting the elf that dared to stand in front of him.
"Why do you chase me!"
"Why do you run from me?" he asked in turn
"I do not run!" There was a short pause from the Rider. "I am not afraid of you, stranger!"
"Well it shall be a fair fight, for I do not fear you."
"You will, and you will never want to have met me!"
The Hooded Rider made the first move, swords clashing and sparkling in the sunlight. The carried on attacking each other until the Prince made a move the rider didn't anticipate. His sword went flying to the right of him, landing on the floor with a clatter. The Rider went to go fetch his sword but the Prince stopped him with his sword to the Riders neck.
"Now you will tell me who you are, Hooded Rider." The Prince motioned him to stand straight and in front of him.
The Rider stood, face still covered by the shadow and body cloaked.
"Why were you in the garden by the palace?"
"I wished to see the garden of beauty. I have been told about its beauty since I was a child. I wanted to see it for my self."
"Who are you Hooded Rider?" The Prince becoming more persistent.
"I wish to know your name. The one who beat me in battle." The Rider stood with no movement.
"Like I said, I want yours first!"
The Prince stood, Sword still raised and pointed towards the rider ready for an attack. The Rider stood in front of the Prince. Raising his hands to his hood, holding it tightly, he placed it on his shoulders.
!!!! Tell me what YOU think peeps. This is my first fanfic so go easy! But do you enjoy it :-)
He stood on the balcony leading to the Great Hall. Looking out across Mirkwood, the beautiful greens and browns of the tall trees the flowers that laid so soothingly on the grass floor. He placed his hands on the railings to support himself while he looked around. He glanced down towards the gardens full of color and beauty. In the middle of the garden stood a fountain, not too big but not too small, enough for the beauty. In the middle stood a horse, water spurting out of his mouth making the sounds and looks of the garden complete. He removed his hands from the railings, turned, and began to walk off the balcony towards the Great Hall. He stopped, hearing the sound of hooves on the floor pounding and then coming to a halt.
He looked over his right shoulder and caught a glimpse of a tall, dark horse with a caped Rider. The Rider dismounted standing next to his horse, looking around and humming a soft tune. He let go of the reins and walked towards the fountain. Looking around he stopped humming, concentrating on what was around him. The Prince not able to see the face of the Rider, kept looking to see if he could catch a glimpse. The Rider looked up and saw the Prince looking down on him. The Rider turned and ran to his horse grabbing the reins and jumping into the saddle. He looked up, again seeing the pair of sapphire blue eyes that belonged to the Prince that watched him.
The horse reared slashing the air with his hooves, he landed and danced on the spot. The coat of the horse, the colour blacks as night, with one white crescent moon behind his right ear causing his mane to have a few strands the colour of silver. He had piercing eyes the colour of emerald green. He had long feathers a long mane and forelock, the tail long and thick as oil.
The Rider trying to keep him under control looked up at the Prince, moving around with the horse underneath him he stared up at the prince still not revealing himself. He ordered the horse into a canter with a few fluent elfish words.
The Prince ran off the balcony and in through the Great Hall down the stairs and outside. He stopped and looked around to see if he could see the hooded rider, not seeing him he quickly ran towards the stables but grabbed his sword, blades, longbow and arrows, hastily fastening then to himself while running to the stables. Once there he took out his horse, and jumping on its back he galloped out of the stables after the Hooded Rider. The Prince followed the tracks, going deeper into Mirkwood. He came out to an open part of the wood. The land had lush green grass that carpeted the meadow. Knocked out of his trance, from the beauty, he heard the same humming sound coming from not so far away. Using his enhanced elfish eyes he looked in the direction from which the sound was coming from. Spotting the Hooded Rider walking across the meadow on his horse, he galloped after him. The Rider hearing the Prince coming after him sped away as fast as he could. The Prince caught up with the Hooded Rider; head to head riding for the end of the meadow they both raced. The Prince jumped across to the other Rider and they both went falling to the floor with a thud, they both sprang to there feet. Swords drawn and pointed to each other's throats. The sword that belonged to the rider had a golden handle plain as could be, but on the end an engraving the word atara was present. The blade itself had leaves and ancient elfish engraved on the top that read: "To the dearest mother pretty and wise." The blades sparkled in the sunlight, as they moved by there handlers breathing. They stood in front of one another, no words spoken. The Prince looked at the Rider trying to see if he could recognise him by the way he moved or by the way he fought. The Rider stood still, his cape drifting in the breeze. The silence was broken by the Rider, but still inspecting the elf that dared to stand in front of him.
"Why do you chase me!"
"Why do you run from me?" he asked in turn
"I do not run!" There was a short pause from the Rider. "I am not afraid of you, stranger!"
"Well it shall be a fair fight, for I do not fear you."
"You will, and you will never want to have met me!"
The Hooded Rider made the first move, swords clashing and sparkling in the sunlight. The carried on attacking each other until the Prince made a move the rider didn't anticipate. His sword went flying to the right of him, landing on the floor with a clatter. The Rider went to go fetch his sword but the Prince stopped him with his sword to the Riders neck.
"Now you will tell me who you are, Hooded Rider." The Prince motioned him to stand straight and in front of him.
The Rider stood, face still covered by the shadow and body cloaked.
"Why were you in the garden by the palace?"
"I wished to see the garden of beauty. I have been told about its beauty since I was a child. I wanted to see it for my self."
"Who are you Hooded Rider?" The Prince becoming more persistent.
"I wish to know your name. The one who beat me in battle." The Rider stood with no movement.
"Like I said, I want yours first!"
The Prince stood, Sword still raised and pointed towards the rider ready for an attack. The Rider stood in front of the Prince. Raising his hands to his hood, holding it tightly, he placed it on his shoulders.
!!!! Tell me what YOU think peeps. This is my first fanfic so go easy! But do you enjoy it :-)