*** First, I would just like to thank everyone who has taken the time
to read and
review my works. I really appreciate it. Also, Caladiel Meril W, thank you for the
information regarding fortnights. When I started writing, I was somewhat confused by the
length of a fortnight. For this reason, I consulted a dictionary. It said that a fortnight is
usually two weeks. That is the reason my calculations are as they are. Thank you. I will
make a note of that in the future.
Chapter 4
The night was calm and the stars twinkled enthusiastically against the purplish
black of dusk's cloak. A gentle breeze blew, wafting a curious scent. The scent was
death, ominous and full of treachery.
Gimli and Legolas had been running since sunup. They were growing weary, but
still, they persevered. It was a pleasant progression, the ground soft from recent rains and
the zephyr embracing, despite ill portents. The trail was simple, scant with flowers and
sparing with bushes and shrubs. The Misty Mountains loomed, resilient and firm, casting
a shadow, aided by the somber gray moon.
'Huff, huff,' Gimli stopped, bending over, 'let.me.catch.my.breath.'
Legolas stood strong, barely winded. He could see that his companion needed a break.
'Come,' he said, 'we can have a short rest, and perhaps some food.'
Gimli flopped down gratifyingly. As he stared skyward he commented, 'we are
making good time. At this rate, we will be singing songs with Elrond before you know it.'
Legolas chuckled, imagining Gimli singing. Soon, the meal was over and the pair
had rested.
'Now that's more like it!' Gimli said recovering from fatigue.
'Yes, I agree,' Legolas concurred, 'but it is too late to start off again. We might as
well make camp here.'
Gimli slouched over, falling instantaneously asleep. Legolas laughed and set
about building a fire. Within moments, a roaring fire was emitting wispy billows and
crackling heartily. Legolas took one last look around before drifting off to sleep.
The duo woke up energized and ready for another day's march. This morning was
rather the opposite of the previous. The sky was overcast and dismal, the defeated fire
was smoldering lazily, and even the Misty Mountains seemed to droop in their
illustriousness. Legolas and Gimli had a quick breakfast and immediately headed toward
the Misty Mountains.
'Do you think it safe to travel through the High Pass?' Legolas asked Gimli's
opinion.
'Hmmm.' Gimli pondered, 'yea, I don't imagine we should run encounter
anything we can't handle.'
'It is settled then. Let's go.'
review my works. I really appreciate it. Also, Caladiel Meril W, thank you for the
information regarding fortnights. When I started writing, I was somewhat confused by the
length of a fortnight. For this reason, I consulted a dictionary. It said that a fortnight is
usually two weeks. That is the reason my calculations are as they are. Thank you. I will
make a note of that in the future.
Chapter 4
The night was calm and the stars twinkled enthusiastically against the purplish
black of dusk's cloak. A gentle breeze blew, wafting a curious scent. The scent was
death, ominous and full of treachery.
Gimli and Legolas had been running since sunup. They were growing weary, but
still, they persevered. It was a pleasant progression, the ground soft from recent rains and
the zephyr embracing, despite ill portents. The trail was simple, scant with flowers and
sparing with bushes and shrubs. The Misty Mountains loomed, resilient and firm, casting
a shadow, aided by the somber gray moon.
'Huff, huff,' Gimli stopped, bending over, 'let.me.catch.my.breath.'
Legolas stood strong, barely winded. He could see that his companion needed a break.
'Come,' he said, 'we can have a short rest, and perhaps some food.'
Gimli flopped down gratifyingly. As he stared skyward he commented, 'we are
making good time. At this rate, we will be singing songs with Elrond before you know it.'
Legolas chuckled, imagining Gimli singing. Soon, the meal was over and the pair
had rested.
'Now that's more like it!' Gimli said recovering from fatigue.
'Yes, I agree,' Legolas concurred, 'but it is too late to start off again. We might as
well make camp here.'
Gimli slouched over, falling instantaneously asleep. Legolas laughed and set
about building a fire. Within moments, a roaring fire was emitting wispy billows and
crackling heartily. Legolas took one last look around before drifting off to sleep.
The duo woke up energized and ready for another day's march. This morning was
rather the opposite of the previous. The sky was overcast and dismal, the defeated fire
was smoldering lazily, and even the Misty Mountains seemed to droop in their
illustriousness. Legolas and Gimli had a quick breakfast and immediately headed toward
the Misty Mountains.
'Do you think it safe to travel through the High Pass?' Legolas asked Gimli's
opinion.
'Hmmm.' Gimli pondered, 'yea, I don't imagine we should run encounter
anything we can't handle.'
'It is settled then. Let's go.'