A week later Legolas and Sayowyn were set for border watch, to be sure
nothing evil stepped inside the woods. Then they heard a sound, of branches
snapping. And pounding on the ground. It was coming a few hundred feet
away, so they ran to the sound.
A horse, a mighty black stallion, huge and evil-looking, fought and pulled against a tree, caught there by it's halter and leadrope. Someone had set the horse loose to roam Middle earth freely, and it had gotten caught.
Legolas approached the animal first, speaking softly to it. It's red eyes gleamed evilly as the horse attempted to kick out at the elf. He made his way back to Sayowyn. "It is a horse of the Nazgul, escaped, set loose, perhaps. There is no way to free it." he said to her.
Sayowyn ignored him and walked up to the animal. In elvish she spoke, translating into english: "Easy, horse of the Nazgul. I am Sayowyn, of Lothlorien. I bring you peace. I am going to free you."
The horse stopped it's wild attempt to free itself and stood, panting heavily. Sayowyn approached it quietly and slowly. It stared at her and frothed at the mouth, but still did not try to harm her.
She got to his head, still speaking softly to him in elvish. She carefully untied him, and set him free. He swung his head around freely, nickering slightly. Sayowyn simply turned and walked back to Legolas. The stallion left the woods, and cautiously made it's way towards the princess who had set him free.
Upon arrival to her, he just sighed and rested his head in her hands. "I think you made a new friend, Sayowyn." Legolas told her.
Sayowyn rubbed her hands over the giant stallions neck. There was sweat, scars and blood on him. The wraiths ran the horses so hard they usually bled, and got cut from the tree's, and so scarred.
The two elves walked back into Lorien, followed by the horse, whom they decided to name Feanaro, elvish for Lost Diamond. For short they would call him Naro.
Legolas went to find Haldir, so they could watch the borders together, while Sayowyn accompanied her new horse to his stall. Once in the stall, Naro sniffed the bedding, drank from the water buckets, and chewed on hay, while Sayowyn groomed him.
Eventually the blood and dirt were gone, and when elvish medicine was applied, the scars disappeared as well. Naro gleamed in the stall, his muscles rippling as he moved. Eventually the horse lost the redness of his eyes, and were replaced by soft brown eyes, like the elves.
Weeks later, Sayowyn finally rode her new stallion. Naro was restless, and longed to run, as he had most of his life. His head tossed, and he reared many times. Soon, however, he was loping steadily, his head level to his whithers and his nose tucked to his chest.
Sayowyn then released him and let him gallop as hard as he could over the fields. By nightfall, Sayowyn turned and returned home. When she returned, she put him away in his stall. Tia seemed glad to have a new friend and a rest for a few days.
When Sayowyn returned to the other elves, there was a nameless fear being whispered about. The great lord Sauron, destroyer of the free peoples of middle earth, was back, building an army. The elves were the first to be targeted by the orcs when the war was ready to wage. But that would be in a few months. For now, everyone was trying to get their skills sharpened, in case of a great war.
Also, some elves were talking about leaving Middle Earth, to sail to the undying lands. Sayowyn thought this was nonsense. Leave Lothlorien? She would never.
A horse, a mighty black stallion, huge and evil-looking, fought and pulled against a tree, caught there by it's halter and leadrope. Someone had set the horse loose to roam Middle earth freely, and it had gotten caught.
Legolas approached the animal first, speaking softly to it. It's red eyes gleamed evilly as the horse attempted to kick out at the elf. He made his way back to Sayowyn. "It is a horse of the Nazgul, escaped, set loose, perhaps. There is no way to free it." he said to her.
Sayowyn ignored him and walked up to the animal. In elvish she spoke, translating into english: "Easy, horse of the Nazgul. I am Sayowyn, of Lothlorien. I bring you peace. I am going to free you."
The horse stopped it's wild attempt to free itself and stood, panting heavily. Sayowyn approached it quietly and slowly. It stared at her and frothed at the mouth, but still did not try to harm her.
She got to his head, still speaking softly to him in elvish. She carefully untied him, and set him free. He swung his head around freely, nickering slightly. Sayowyn simply turned and walked back to Legolas. The stallion left the woods, and cautiously made it's way towards the princess who had set him free.
Upon arrival to her, he just sighed and rested his head in her hands. "I think you made a new friend, Sayowyn." Legolas told her.
Sayowyn rubbed her hands over the giant stallions neck. There was sweat, scars and blood on him. The wraiths ran the horses so hard they usually bled, and got cut from the tree's, and so scarred.
The two elves walked back into Lorien, followed by the horse, whom they decided to name Feanaro, elvish for Lost Diamond. For short they would call him Naro.
Legolas went to find Haldir, so they could watch the borders together, while Sayowyn accompanied her new horse to his stall. Once in the stall, Naro sniffed the bedding, drank from the water buckets, and chewed on hay, while Sayowyn groomed him.
Eventually the blood and dirt were gone, and when elvish medicine was applied, the scars disappeared as well. Naro gleamed in the stall, his muscles rippling as he moved. Eventually the horse lost the redness of his eyes, and were replaced by soft brown eyes, like the elves.
Weeks later, Sayowyn finally rode her new stallion. Naro was restless, and longed to run, as he had most of his life. His head tossed, and he reared many times. Soon, however, he was loping steadily, his head level to his whithers and his nose tucked to his chest.
Sayowyn then released him and let him gallop as hard as he could over the fields. By nightfall, Sayowyn turned and returned home. When she returned, she put him away in his stall. Tia seemed glad to have a new friend and a rest for a few days.
When Sayowyn returned to the other elves, there was a nameless fear being whispered about. The great lord Sauron, destroyer of the free peoples of middle earth, was back, building an army. The elves were the first to be targeted by the orcs when the war was ready to wage. But that would be in a few months. For now, everyone was trying to get their skills sharpened, in case of a great war.
Also, some elves were talking about leaving Middle Earth, to sail to the undying lands. Sayowyn thought this was nonsense. Leave Lothlorien? She would never.