Ari had decided to head towards Mitheithel, a river, and then on to
Rivendell. She didn't particularly like that idea; Linderwall and Rivendell
had never been on very kind terms. She just hoped that the elves showed her
some hospitality, and then point her in the right direction, whatever that
direction may be. Who she was going to tell, why she was going to tell
someone, and what exactly she hoped to accomplish, she didn't know, but
hoped the elves would.
It was the third nightfall since she had left Linderwall. To eat, she had found a few groves of berries, but Chase looked like she was on the brink of dying of starvation. Ari was feeling uneasy. A shadow of danger had continually drawn closer and closer. She forced Chase to get up. She got on and headed towards Rivendell.
Ari was constantly looking around her to make sure no one was following her. That dark cloud was getting bigger and faster and to Ari, it felt only inches away. It made her skin crawl. And, to add on to that, Chase was getting slower and slower. Ari wondered if it would just be faster if she continued on foot and let Chase go free for the remainder of her short life.
But to make matters even worse, she had had a terrible dream last night. So many images floated before her in the dream, few she actually remembered. An elf with white hair, a very short person, many uglies, a dragon, dwarves, and a beautiful lady elf with white hair that looked directly at her all appeared in her dream. Many scenes of destruction, and she could've sworn she saw Linderwall, in all its glory, standing there for the whole of Middle-Earth to see. But that couldn't have been real. What was the dream all about? Was it her future? But what did her future have to do with a dragon? She didn't recognize anyone though the elf looked strangely familiar. Just one more things to ask the Rivendell elves.
Chase slowed to a walk and would not go any faster no matter how much Ari urged her to go. That shadow was getting closer. Why was it after her? She allowed Chase to go at a walk uneasily. She knew the uglies were very close. She was just starting to get Chase behind a very large tree and some bushes when they heard an unexpected sound, hoof beats.
Chase was pawing at the ground nervously. Ari still couldn't see the riders in the dark, but they apparently knew where she was, they were coming right for her. She was trying to think of the best plan of action when something caught her eye. From the moonlight, she could now see three riders, not uglies, but she couldn't see what they were. Apparently Chase saw this as well, for she took off at full gallop on the opposite direction. Ari groaned, how could this be happening? And that's when it really hit her full force-she may not get out of this alive.
The riders were gaining on her. As soon as they saw Chase, their horses seemed to fly right at them. Ari knew this was a race for her life, a race she had to win. She had no idea how to shake them off, and the way they were gaining, she knew there was no hope. She knew it, but refused to give up until the very end. She dug her knees and feet firmly into Chase's sides. Even though the poor horse was exhausted, terror drove her to go faster than she ever had before, but even that wasn't enough. Ari dared not look back, but she could already hear their horrible voices, speaking to eachother in a language made of screeches.
The riders had just about come an arm's length away when there came an earsplitting bellow in front of them. Their quarry forgotten, the uglies' horses scattered in different directions. Ari smashed her hands over her ears, but even that couldn't cut the sound off. Her strong hearing made it feel like her eardrums were going to burst. Chase attempted to slow herself from hitting headlong into the thing in front of them by bending her front legs to the ground, but with all of her forward momentum, threw Ari, who was still clutching her ears, and her saddlebags to the ground over her front end. Ari stayed conscious just long enough to see an enormous green figure take off after Chase.
It was the third nightfall since she had left Linderwall. To eat, she had found a few groves of berries, but Chase looked like she was on the brink of dying of starvation. Ari was feeling uneasy. A shadow of danger had continually drawn closer and closer. She forced Chase to get up. She got on and headed towards Rivendell.
Ari was constantly looking around her to make sure no one was following her. That dark cloud was getting bigger and faster and to Ari, it felt only inches away. It made her skin crawl. And, to add on to that, Chase was getting slower and slower. Ari wondered if it would just be faster if she continued on foot and let Chase go free for the remainder of her short life.
But to make matters even worse, she had had a terrible dream last night. So many images floated before her in the dream, few she actually remembered. An elf with white hair, a very short person, many uglies, a dragon, dwarves, and a beautiful lady elf with white hair that looked directly at her all appeared in her dream. Many scenes of destruction, and she could've sworn she saw Linderwall, in all its glory, standing there for the whole of Middle-Earth to see. But that couldn't have been real. What was the dream all about? Was it her future? But what did her future have to do with a dragon? She didn't recognize anyone though the elf looked strangely familiar. Just one more things to ask the Rivendell elves.
Chase slowed to a walk and would not go any faster no matter how much Ari urged her to go. That shadow was getting closer. Why was it after her? She allowed Chase to go at a walk uneasily. She knew the uglies were very close. She was just starting to get Chase behind a very large tree and some bushes when they heard an unexpected sound, hoof beats.
Chase was pawing at the ground nervously. Ari still couldn't see the riders in the dark, but they apparently knew where she was, they were coming right for her. She was trying to think of the best plan of action when something caught her eye. From the moonlight, she could now see three riders, not uglies, but she couldn't see what they were. Apparently Chase saw this as well, for she took off at full gallop on the opposite direction. Ari groaned, how could this be happening? And that's when it really hit her full force-she may not get out of this alive.
The riders were gaining on her. As soon as they saw Chase, their horses seemed to fly right at them. Ari knew this was a race for her life, a race she had to win. She had no idea how to shake them off, and the way they were gaining, she knew there was no hope. She knew it, but refused to give up until the very end. She dug her knees and feet firmly into Chase's sides. Even though the poor horse was exhausted, terror drove her to go faster than she ever had before, but even that wasn't enough. Ari dared not look back, but she could already hear their horrible voices, speaking to eachother in a language made of screeches.
The riders had just about come an arm's length away when there came an earsplitting bellow in front of them. Their quarry forgotten, the uglies' horses scattered in different directions. Ari smashed her hands over her ears, but even that couldn't cut the sound off. Her strong hearing made it feel like her eardrums were going to burst. Chase attempted to slow herself from hitting headlong into the thing in front of them by bending her front legs to the ground, but with all of her forward momentum, threw Ari, who was still clutching her ears, and her saddlebags to the ground over her front end. Ari stayed conscious just long enough to see an enormous green figure take off after Chase.