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Tolkien.)
Amanthulë came out a few minutes later with a dark brown horse with a white diamond perfectly in the middle of its head. Amanthulë held tightly to this horse's reins. He handed Gwyndolynne the reins of the other horse. It shook it's white mane. Its off-white hair seemed to have a radiant glow. Gwyndolynne took the reins and lightly hoped on.
"Thank you," she said to the back of Amanthulë, but he continued to ignore her. Gwyndolynne had the urge to tell him how immature he was, but she resisted and swallowed her pride, "I'm sorry Amanthulë- I'll try to control my temper more."
Amanthulë looked backed at her with tears in his eyes, "I should have been there by father. I am sorry too, Gwynne." Gwyndolynne excepted the apology, but glared at Amanthulë for calling her Gwynne.
"Please call me by my full name," Gwyndolynne tried to be as innocent as possible.
"Forgive me," Amanthulë looked back at Gwyndolynne with a hint of a sarcastic smile. His cloak dangled down from his sepia horse. The hood of his cloak was down, so one could easily see his amber hair hanging down but a few centimeters under his shoulders. He had his hair tied behind his head in a tight knot. At the time, his eyes were a pale blue, but usually were a radiant blue.
After a few hours of riding, Gwyndolynne began to sing an old travel song in the common tongue:
I bundled me heart and I roamed the world free,
To the east with the lark, to the west with the sea,
And I search'd all the earth,
And I scanned all the skies.
But I found it at last in my own true love's eyes.
Amanthulë gave her a slight smile, Gwyndoylnne could feel his sadness radiating over the grass and plains they were traveling through. They had almost reached Amon Sûl. The sun had began to sink into the mountains in the west.
On the way up Amon Sûl, Gwyndolynne noticed a dark figure off the right. She whispered into Amanthulë ear, "It's a Nazgûl," she pointed in its direction. Amanthulë grabbed his bow from behind his back and quickly pulled a arrow from his quiver stringing it with such grace. Before she stopped him, Amanthulë shot at the Nazgûl. He missed, for Gwyndolynne pushed his bow too far to the right. The arrow landed a fourth a furlong away from the dark figure.
"What were you thinking?" Amanthulë shouted at Gwyndolynne.
"And the same to you. The only way to kill a Ringwraith is to kill its master! Amanthulë, you've changed," Gwyndolynne tried to keep her voice down as she pulled Amanthulë behind a rock, out of view from the Nazgûl. Amanthulë gave her a dark look. She pulled on her brother's sleeve, "Come."
They ran up Amon Sûl, staying out view from the Nazgûl. Once at the top, Amanthulë noticed something worse than the Nazgûl. About twenty furlongs away, there was a gang of Orcs headed their way. Gwyndolynne noticed them before Amanthulë said anything to her. Amanthulë began to string an arrow, but Gwyndolynne stopped him.
"I thought you were a fighter!" Amanthulë shouted too loud.
"Not when it's two against three-hundred!" Gwyndolynne kept her voice down hoping Amanthulë would do the same.
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Amanthulë came out a few minutes later with a dark brown horse with a white diamond perfectly in the middle of its head. Amanthulë held tightly to this horse's reins. He handed Gwyndolynne the reins of the other horse. It shook it's white mane. Its off-white hair seemed to have a radiant glow. Gwyndolynne took the reins and lightly hoped on.
"Thank you," she said to the back of Amanthulë, but he continued to ignore her. Gwyndolynne had the urge to tell him how immature he was, but she resisted and swallowed her pride, "I'm sorry Amanthulë- I'll try to control my temper more."
Amanthulë looked backed at her with tears in his eyes, "I should have been there by father. I am sorry too, Gwynne." Gwyndolynne excepted the apology, but glared at Amanthulë for calling her Gwynne.
"Please call me by my full name," Gwyndolynne tried to be as innocent as possible.
"Forgive me," Amanthulë looked back at Gwyndolynne with a hint of a sarcastic smile. His cloak dangled down from his sepia horse. The hood of his cloak was down, so one could easily see his amber hair hanging down but a few centimeters under his shoulders. He had his hair tied behind his head in a tight knot. At the time, his eyes were a pale blue, but usually were a radiant blue.
After a few hours of riding, Gwyndolynne began to sing an old travel song in the common tongue:
I bundled me heart and I roamed the world free,
To the east with the lark, to the west with the sea,
And I search'd all the earth,
And I scanned all the skies.
But I found it at last in my own true love's eyes.
Amanthulë gave her a slight smile, Gwyndoylnne could feel his sadness radiating over the grass and plains they were traveling through. They had almost reached Amon Sûl. The sun had began to sink into the mountains in the west.
On the way up Amon Sûl, Gwyndolynne noticed a dark figure off the right. She whispered into Amanthulë ear, "It's a Nazgûl," she pointed in its direction. Amanthulë grabbed his bow from behind his back and quickly pulled a arrow from his quiver stringing it with such grace. Before she stopped him, Amanthulë shot at the Nazgûl. He missed, for Gwyndolynne pushed his bow too far to the right. The arrow landed a fourth a furlong away from the dark figure.
"What were you thinking?" Amanthulë shouted at Gwyndolynne.
"And the same to you. The only way to kill a Ringwraith is to kill its master! Amanthulë, you've changed," Gwyndolynne tried to keep her voice down as she pulled Amanthulë behind a rock, out of view from the Nazgûl. Amanthulë gave her a dark look. She pulled on her brother's sleeve, "Come."
They ran up Amon Sûl, staying out view from the Nazgûl. Once at the top, Amanthulë noticed something worse than the Nazgûl. About twenty furlongs away, there was a gang of Orcs headed their way. Gwyndolynne noticed them before Amanthulë said anything to her. Amanthulë began to string an arrow, but Gwyndolynne stopped him.
"I thought you were a fighter!" Amanthulë shouted too loud.
"Not when it's two against three-hundred!" Gwyndolynne kept her voice down hoping Amanthulë would do the same.
Author's Note: I will continue writing /I story when I get positive reviews! Thanks