Blue eyes were lightless, emotion seeming to drain along with courage of
the foreign rider. It was as though the wistful spirits he once possessed
were cheated by some unearthly spell not prone to any kin of old, any race
that seemed to live longingly in silence of the forsaken lands of Middle
Earth. The beauty was to exquisite to even try and conquer, as Alatar and
Pallando stared transfixed at the breath-taking sight they once knew as a
stranger they sought for help.
Long tresses of brown curls warmed her shoulders and back, a crown set and steadied with an air of saintly beneficence that no earthly human could ever acquire. Jewels knitted the headpiece, glittering in an alluring tune. A gown of white was sewn to her perfect figure, piled onto the ground at the woman's feet. It was indeed a high shock to know that this woman was indeed a race of human, though her appearance might have suggested otherwise.
As if pushed back into reality, the two heads of the strangers bowed with such respect it was normally forsaken in the pits of their souls conducted by Oromë, though they could not hold their position for long, for there were much matters to speak of during such small periods of time. With a quick glimpse of each other, the Blue wizards knew it was not best to waste time when so much needed to be done.
It was Alatar who spoke first, for he was definitely the braver of the two wizards, his companion standing quietly beside him.
"Queen Cimerone," He began, his optics locking into her grey ones. "There is much to speak of. I'm Alatar, and this is my companion, Pallando. We've come to warn you about something that we do not fully understand, though nights have waned and we still speak mutely of our uncertainties. A plague has spread throughout Rohan, mortals dying by day, though time passes by so quickly and we have spent many chill nights on our quest for need. Will you not help us? We've heard of your greatness, Queen, and we greatly admire it. But, will you spare us your Kingdom's rules for moments ahead?"
The Queen's eyes, though never showing emotion in any form, were livid at this unusual point in time. They rested on Pallando, her eyes softening lightly as they proceeded to gaze. Finally, her lip curled as if to signify her thoughts, and she watched Alatar with mild emotion.
"I cannot give my word yet, Blue Wizard. There is much to ponder, and I'd rather think of words during my unawakened phases than fret over such things at this random point in time. I shall consider your plea with high measures. You may stay in the Houses of Steward's tonight, and we shall discuss this by morning."
Without questioning her majesty, they left in silence, words seeming to block their voice boxes momentarily, until they were safe inside their room, and sleep had consumed them both. In their dreams they dreamt of war, siege, plagues, and hunger. but it was such this that both of the wizards had been dreaming of, Cimerone of Ruminar, both having taken such a strong liking to the Queen, though their few minutes had left them in utter confusion, and perhaps mild suspicion of her mysterious ways of doing. It was not until morning that they had noticed the snow, which was sprinkling the ground in the beautiful winter air.
Long tresses of brown curls warmed her shoulders and back, a crown set and steadied with an air of saintly beneficence that no earthly human could ever acquire. Jewels knitted the headpiece, glittering in an alluring tune. A gown of white was sewn to her perfect figure, piled onto the ground at the woman's feet. It was indeed a high shock to know that this woman was indeed a race of human, though her appearance might have suggested otherwise.
As if pushed back into reality, the two heads of the strangers bowed with such respect it was normally forsaken in the pits of their souls conducted by Oromë, though they could not hold their position for long, for there were much matters to speak of during such small periods of time. With a quick glimpse of each other, the Blue wizards knew it was not best to waste time when so much needed to be done.
It was Alatar who spoke first, for he was definitely the braver of the two wizards, his companion standing quietly beside him.
"Queen Cimerone," He began, his optics locking into her grey ones. "There is much to speak of. I'm Alatar, and this is my companion, Pallando. We've come to warn you about something that we do not fully understand, though nights have waned and we still speak mutely of our uncertainties. A plague has spread throughout Rohan, mortals dying by day, though time passes by so quickly and we have spent many chill nights on our quest for need. Will you not help us? We've heard of your greatness, Queen, and we greatly admire it. But, will you spare us your Kingdom's rules for moments ahead?"
The Queen's eyes, though never showing emotion in any form, were livid at this unusual point in time. They rested on Pallando, her eyes softening lightly as they proceeded to gaze. Finally, her lip curled as if to signify her thoughts, and she watched Alatar with mild emotion.
"I cannot give my word yet, Blue Wizard. There is much to ponder, and I'd rather think of words during my unawakened phases than fret over such things at this random point in time. I shall consider your plea with high measures. You may stay in the Houses of Steward's tonight, and we shall discuss this by morning."
Without questioning her majesty, they left in silence, words seeming to block their voice boxes momentarily, until they were safe inside their room, and sleep had consumed them both. In their dreams they dreamt of war, siege, plagues, and hunger. but it was such this that both of the wizards had been dreaming of, Cimerone of Ruminar, both having taken such a strong liking to the Queen, though their few minutes had left them in utter confusion, and perhaps mild suspicion of her mysterious ways of doing. It was not until morning that they had noticed the snow, which was sprinkling the ground in the beautiful winter air.