The Dark Rider
Chapter One: If at first you don't succeed erase any evidence that you've tried.
Hello me again with a new, hopefully better story. This is a girl falling into middle earth. Hopefully not a Mary sue, but it might be. Reviews of any kind are welcome. Oh, and all my stories for some reason have the same name. O wells don't care. I will be deleting my other story. Chapter will have similar name s too. Hey people how many cool quote-like title do you think I can come up with.
~ I do not own anything that you can recognize as J.R.R Tolkien's. This applies for all the chapters to come.
The horses footsteps lightly treaded on the sand covered ring. As the large, thin boned black horse rounded the turn the rider stepped on her outside stirrup, enabling the horse to get deeper into the turn and better prepare for the upcoming diagonal fence. It was the CHSA (capital horse show associated) finales, the best of the best riders (in Virginia) were gathered here to try their skill against one another. The rider pulled on the reins of the horse while placing her legs on the horse's side forcing him to collect his strides (collecting is when the horse pulls it hocks under his body, giving the rider more control over him). Leaning back she prepared for the fence. 'One, two, three, one two three' the rider counted the strides in her mind. 'Keep the pace even, not to fast not to slow.' She had been riding for seven years and had practiced hard, because of this she was one of the top riders in the state, it was a position she was not going to relinquish without a fight. If she won this competition she would be the best, at least for a year. The horse met the jump perfectly, his strides taking him to the best distance. As the horse pulled it legs up and pulled his head bellow them, the rider leaned up his neck and arched her back. Horseback riding meant a lot to her, in fact it was her life. She wasn't a great student, preferring to spend her time at the barn then studding because of this she felt inclined to win the shows, she had to make up for her lack of good grades some how. While the horse was in the air the rider stepped to the outside (the side closest to the rail) and pulled the inside rein, making the horse change leads mid jump. That was one of the many tricks of the trade she had learned over her many years of showing. Judges will mark you higher if you change leads over the jump, rather the one the corners. As the horse landed the jump the rider pressed her legs forward and leaned back to brace for the landing (these jumps are about 4'6 so if you ride don't tell me that you don't brace after jumps because it will interfere with the horses movements). They hit the ground and continued on, it was six strides to the next fence. As she collected the horse she measured the distance to the next jump. They weren't going to make it at the pace they were going they would come up short. With that thought she tightened her reins pressed her legs and urged him on in what would be described as a collected hand gallop. They hit the fence a little long, forcing the horse to jump long, which meant that he couldn't lift his knees quiet as high or pull his head down quiet as low. 'I will have to make up for this at the next fence' she thought as the horse gracefully landed.
Stepping to her outside stirrup and pulling on her inside rein, the horse and rider pair once again made the turn. The next jump was a single triple (one jump with three standards), it was about 4'6 tall and 4' wide. This would be the most difficult jump on the course. One might wonder why the judges didn't place the hardest jump last. The answer is simple really the horses are tired and more prone for injury, and fault towards the end of the course then they are at the beginning. 'Even though the chance for injury are still high now' she thought with a smile, but her thought quickly turned back to the ring as the jump was approaching. The rider quickly measured the distance between herself and the jump. They were set up well, but her horse's hind end was trailing. She quickly gathered the reins to recollect the horse, but he grabbed the bit in his mouth and cantered on. 'Oh, this is going to be bad.' Was all her fear-clouded mind could register at the moment.
The audience saw the horse grab the bit at the single and was at the edges of their seats. This would not be good. In fact one trainer ran over to Ada (the girl trainer) to tell her to tell her to pull back, but even if they did call out it would have been lost to the riders ears. The wind was rushing past them, drowning out anything that would have been said. They trainers knew this and instead of calling out they started to organize a medical squad, that is always present at horse shows, to the front of the rings. The rider looked up at the fence and found, much to her surprise that they were a good distance to the jump, they could make it yet. She tried to grab the reins again, but they were held fast between the horse's teeth. She didn't try to grab the reins back to harshly because if she did it would through him off more and lead to more defeating fall. As the jump neared the crowd watched with bated breath.
Surprisingly, the horse collected under himself right before the jump and launched him self-way up into air. His knees shot so far up that they were level with Christa's pointed ears. (Yup elf, I couldn't help it she must be immortal, and I know she would not loose control over the horse like that is she were an elf, but just present that in our word the eleven reflexes don't work, or the like). As the horse landed the cleared jump the trainers let out a breath that they had been very much aware they were holding, and some of the non-horse related people jumped up and whistled. It was an honest response, they were happy the pair had cleared the jump. Unfortunately the horse didn't appreciate this very much and suddenly stopped, throwing the already shacked rider, forward onto his neck, then proceed to rear. Then the rider, because of her unprepared statues was thrown backwards, relaying completely on the reins to stay on, which would be anyone's natural response, but was very very wrong. She should have let her self fall of the horse if she was so unbalanced, when you pull on the rein you drag the horse back ward. Which was exactly what happened. The added weigh on the horse's mouth cause him to rear farther back, thus loosing his balance. The crowd watched, as if in slow motion, the rider and horse fall backwards, but before they could hit the ground they were enveloped in a white light. The moment they disappeared any memories of the pair were quickly erased from the memories of all those who were present.
Chapter One: If at first you don't succeed erase any evidence that you've tried.
Hello me again with a new, hopefully better story. This is a girl falling into middle earth. Hopefully not a Mary sue, but it might be. Reviews of any kind are welcome. Oh, and all my stories for some reason have the same name. O wells don't care. I will be deleting my other story. Chapter will have similar name s too. Hey people how many cool quote-like title do you think I can come up with.
~ I do not own anything that you can recognize as J.R.R Tolkien's. This applies for all the chapters to come.
The horses footsteps lightly treaded on the sand covered ring. As the large, thin boned black horse rounded the turn the rider stepped on her outside stirrup, enabling the horse to get deeper into the turn and better prepare for the upcoming diagonal fence. It was the CHSA (capital horse show associated) finales, the best of the best riders (in Virginia) were gathered here to try their skill against one another. The rider pulled on the reins of the horse while placing her legs on the horse's side forcing him to collect his strides (collecting is when the horse pulls it hocks under his body, giving the rider more control over him). Leaning back she prepared for the fence. 'One, two, three, one two three' the rider counted the strides in her mind. 'Keep the pace even, not to fast not to slow.' She had been riding for seven years and had practiced hard, because of this she was one of the top riders in the state, it was a position she was not going to relinquish without a fight. If she won this competition she would be the best, at least for a year. The horse met the jump perfectly, his strides taking him to the best distance. As the horse pulled it legs up and pulled his head bellow them, the rider leaned up his neck and arched her back. Horseback riding meant a lot to her, in fact it was her life. She wasn't a great student, preferring to spend her time at the barn then studding because of this she felt inclined to win the shows, she had to make up for her lack of good grades some how. While the horse was in the air the rider stepped to the outside (the side closest to the rail) and pulled the inside rein, making the horse change leads mid jump. That was one of the many tricks of the trade she had learned over her many years of showing. Judges will mark you higher if you change leads over the jump, rather the one the corners. As the horse landed the jump the rider pressed her legs forward and leaned back to brace for the landing (these jumps are about 4'6 so if you ride don't tell me that you don't brace after jumps because it will interfere with the horses movements). They hit the ground and continued on, it was six strides to the next fence. As she collected the horse she measured the distance to the next jump. They weren't going to make it at the pace they were going they would come up short. With that thought she tightened her reins pressed her legs and urged him on in what would be described as a collected hand gallop. They hit the fence a little long, forcing the horse to jump long, which meant that he couldn't lift his knees quiet as high or pull his head down quiet as low. 'I will have to make up for this at the next fence' she thought as the horse gracefully landed.
Stepping to her outside stirrup and pulling on her inside rein, the horse and rider pair once again made the turn. The next jump was a single triple (one jump with three standards), it was about 4'6 tall and 4' wide. This would be the most difficult jump on the course. One might wonder why the judges didn't place the hardest jump last. The answer is simple really the horses are tired and more prone for injury, and fault towards the end of the course then they are at the beginning. 'Even though the chance for injury are still high now' she thought with a smile, but her thought quickly turned back to the ring as the jump was approaching. The rider quickly measured the distance between herself and the jump. They were set up well, but her horse's hind end was trailing. She quickly gathered the reins to recollect the horse, but he grabbed the bit in his mouth and cantered on. 'Oh, this is going to be bad.' Was all her fear-clouded mind could register at the moment.
The audience saw the horse grab the bit at the single and was at the edges of their seats. This would not be good. In fact one trainer ran over to Ada (the girl trainer) to tell her to tell her to pull back, but even if they did call out it would have been lost to the riders ears. The wind was rushing past them, drowning out anything that would have been said. They trainers knew this and instead of calling out they started to organize a medical squad, that is always present at horse shows, to the front of the rings. The rider looked up at the fence and found, much to her surprise that they were a good distance to the jump, they could make it yet. She tried to grab the reins again, but they were held fast between the horse's teeth. She didn't try to grab the reins back to harshly because if she did it would through him off more and lead to more defeating fall. As the jump neared the crowd watched with bated breath.
Surprisingly, the horse collected under himself right before the jump and launched him self-way up into air. His knees shot so far up that they were level with Christa's pointed ears. (Yup elf, I couldn't help it she must be immortal, and I know she would not loose control over the horse like that is she were an elf, but just present that in our word the eleven reflexes don't work, or the like). As the horse landed the cleared jump the trainers let out a breath that they had been very much aware they were holding, and some of the non-horse related people jumped up and whistled. It was an honest response, they were happy the pair had cleared the jump. Unfortunately the horse didn't appreciate this very much and suddenly stopped, throwing the already shacked rider, forward onto his neck, then proceed to rear. Then the rider, because of her unprepared statues was thrown backwards, relaying completely on the reins to stay on, which would be anyone's natural response, but was very very wrong. She should have let her self fall of the horse if she was so unbalanced, when you pull on the rein you drag the horse back ward. Which was exactly what happened. The added weigh on the horse's mouth cause him to rear farther back, thus loosing his balance. The crowd watched, as if in slow motion, the rider and horse fall backwards, but before they could hit the ground they were enveloped in a white light. The moment they disappeared any memories of the pair were quickly erased from the memories of all those who were present.