We rode on. Days turned into nights, and nights into days. The landscape remained ever changing, there were always the trees to occupy yourself with. They seemed to have a life of they're own. I remembered the Ents from stories of my childhood. But, alas, no one had seen the Ents since after Aragorn took the throne. They had heard rumor of the Ent-wives in one of the far corners of the world and no one had seen them since.

There was no sign of Gondor yet but we had to be getting closer. I eagerly awaited the sight of the White Tower. I had seen the White Tower of Gondor before, but not since I was a child. I looked forward to feasting my eyes on its glory once more.

The trip, after our near encounter with the orcs, was going very smoothly. We were keeping a steady pace and father expected to be there in 2 days. He was eager to arrive and was growing grumpier by the hour. Mother on the otherhand, just grew more lovely and joyous. She had not been on a journey since I was born and she was enjoying every minute of it.

During the day, mother would tell me the story of her greatest adventure, and how her and father had met and fallen in love. I drank up her tales with a passion, I never grew tired of listening to her. I loved picturing her dressed as a man, a woman among men, traveling to the aid of Gondor. I could see her alone, standing before the King of the Nazgul and defeating him with the aid of Merry the Hobbit. I sat in fear when she told of how she had lain in the Tower of Healing, those around unsure that she would live. I gasped when she told me of Denethor going mad and burning himself alive and nearly father with him. I listened with rapt attention when she told of Aragorn healing herself and Faramir. I sighed when she told of how slowly, day by day, her and father had fallen in love and he had asked her to be his bride. Before I knew it the sun had set, the moon had risen, and it was time to make camp. I would fall asleep thinking about the tale and about myself having some great adventure. I would dream of that adventure in my sleep.

I awoke the next morning very hungry. No one was yet awake, and we were running very low on food, seeing as most of it was left at the carriage. I remembered the apple I had in my pack and pulled it out. I sat on my mat, chewing it, watching the sun peak its face over the horizon. Something sparkled in the distance, could it be the White Tower?

We packed up our campsite and started off. Father said we were approximately, 10 hours away from Gondor. The hours passed by quickly. Filith and I had no trouble finding ways to amuse ourselves…

At the last stop we had made, Filith and I had found loads of overripe berries.

"Filith, if accidentally thrown at someone, these berries would make an awful splatter against the poor fellow wouldn't it."

"Oh yes. The splatter would be terrible. Red and gooey stains all over! Who knows if it would ever come off!"

"That is just awful. We had better take a good bunch with us so no one else comes across them. Who knows, they could be poisonous!"

"Right you are dear sister. For the good of this company we should take them with us."

And so we did. We carried them along with us until around 1:00. Somehow, not Filith or myself knows how, we ended up right behind Belan. Then, again no one knows how, one of my berries somehow went from my hand to the back of Belan's neck.

"Oh my heavens Belan!" I cried, "A huge, unsightly bug just squished itself on your neck. Thank heavens it was killed, you could be dead dear, dear Belan."

Filith broke out in laughter, then looking at Belan's face quickly turned his laughter into fits of coughing. Belan wiped the berry off of his neck and examined it closely. He grimaced then threw it onto the ground. On his neck, remained a huge red mark, remains from the "bug." Belan looked as if he had been sucking lemons. Shortly after that episode, another berry flew, this time from Filith. By 3:00 Belan had 7 bright red stains all over his back, we Filith and I were about to fall of our horses laughing, and Belan was about to kill us both.

"The White Tower!!!" My father yelled from the front.

All our attentions to Belan were put aside. There in front of us was the White Tower of Gondor, standing beautifully in the sunlight.