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"Did anyone here get any sleep at all?"
Siawyn asked tiredly as she leaped onto Hasufel, who stood just in front of Aragorn.
"Not even a little!" exclaimed Gimli.
It was still dark all around them, and there were still a few hours of darkness until sunrise. It would have been easier to sleep whilst riding than lying on the cold grass, with nothing to do but think of what was to come.
"I dozed, but that was about it. I kept having disturbing dreams and though I could not see what was going on, I still felt cold hard terror in my stomach," said Siawyn. "I have often had that dream, this was not the first time and I don't know what it means"
Gandalf thought about this for a while as the tired horses cantered through the darkness. It seemed that Siawyn had some forgotten memories that she was trying to recall, or to forget.
Siawyn watched silently from her horse as they journeyed onward. The dew- ridden grasses glistened in the moonlight as the moon sank lower and lower in the sky. Her eyelids drooped, the rhythmic beats of the horses cantering made her feel sleepy, and soon she was asleep.
The forest around her was golden with early morning sunlight; she had seen this place before. Something about it was familiar.
"Siawyn,"
A female voice said as she grasped her hand. She turned her head to look up at a tall elegant woman dressed in a silver dress, a silver sword tied sat on her hip, towering over her. The women's long light brown hair showed pointed ears in front of her braids. She had a large white lily in her hand, offering it to her.
"Smell Siawyn! Is it not beautiful! It looks just like my necklace."
She pulled a small-chained silver necklace over her head. On the chain was a small flower glittering with small stones that sparkled in the light. She placed it over Siawyn's head.
"There, it shall be your necklace now, keep it safe for it is very precious to me. Does that not look beautiful?"
"Oh thank you mother!"
Siawyn cried with joy as she grabbed her mother's hand even tighter. Her mother laughed softly, then turned her head to look at the tall young male standing only a little way off.
"Come Siawyn, your father wishes us to hurry and not waste time smelling the flowers"
She whispered, pulling the little girl forward. The tall man smiled and held out his hand to his daughters free one, Siawyn took it quickly.
"Where are we going father?"
"Have we not told you? We are going to Fangorn, to see the Ent's before we sail!" Her father replied enthusiastically.
"What are Ents?"
"Ents are as big as trees! They are the shepherds of the forest!" Siawyn's mother told her softly, her voice full of wonder.
"Is it far? My legs are sore," said Siawyn quietly. Her father laughed, and lifted her into his arms.
"Is that better my hên,"
Siawyn nodded her head happily, and then stuck her thumb in her mouth, whilst fingering the flower on her mother's necklace.
"Fangorn is far, but it will not take too-."
His sentence was cut short as a horn sounded in the forest near to them. It wailed, long and bitter, cold fear clutched her throat and stomach, as the harsh voices echoed through the once peaceful forest. Siawyn clutched her hands to her ears, and closed her eyes tight, screaming as she did so-
"Siawyn!"
Cried a familiar voice calling her back to reality. THUMP, all the air in her lungs exploded as she hit the ground. Siawyn gasped and opened her eyes, small dots masked her vision and she had to blink violently to be rid of them.
"Are you injured?" Aragorn was kneeling next to her on the ground.
"What...what happened?"
"You fell of your horse! It's a wonder the beast did not trample you on the way down," Gimli answered.
"It was a bit more dramatic then that Gimli," said a tall figure looming over the top of her. "I feel more sorry for the horse, or Aragorn, then her. You screamed so loudly, Siawyn, which it is a wonder the whole of Isengard is not on our backs. The poor horse was terrified, leaping into the air, throwing you off and nearly Aragorn as well. So much for travelling undetected. Theoden probably knows we are coming already, or at least a hysterical female is." The figure bent down closer to reveal the face of Legolas, with a slight grin he said, "Are you alright though?"
Siawyn looked over at the horses; Hasufel was pawing the ground nervously nearby, and the others were grazing as if nothing had happened.
"I am fine... I think, thank you for your concern though Legolas."
Siawyn sat up straight slowly. It was not the first time she had fallen from a horse; at least it was grass and not stone, like last time. "It was just a bad dream." Siawyn got up quickly, and walked over to Hasufel, wobbling slightly.
"A bad dream? More like a night mare!" Legolas added unhelpfully.
"Come on my friends, Siawyn has declared she is fine, we must hurry to reach the golden halls,"
Gandalf stated as he climbed back onto Shadowfax's back. The others mounted and they continued riding.
Siawyn reflected back on her dream, it seemed so real... her parents, that terrible sound. Siawyn shook her head to remove the thoughts using a mind exercise she had been taught, to clear her head of emotions. She had always mastered the taught exercises well before her peers.
Red shafts of light leapt above the dark walls of Emyn Muil far away to their left. Dawn came clear and bright and a slight breeze shook the rough blades of grass around them. Suddenly Shadowfax stopped and neighed, and Gandalf pointed ahead.
"Look!"
He cried as the others lifted their tired eyes. Before them stood the mountains of the South: white tipped and streaked with black. The grasslands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet, and flowed up into many valleys still dim and dark, untouched by the light of dawn, winding their way to the heart of the great mountains.
Immediately before the travellers the widest of these glens opened like a long gulf among the hills. Far inward they glimpsed a tumbled mountain-mass with one tall peak; at the mouth of the vale there stood like a sentinel a lonely height. About its feet there flowed, as a thread of silver, the stream that issued from the dale; upon its brow they caught, still far away, a glint of the rising sun, a glimmer of gold.
"Speak Legolas!" cried Gandalf. "Tell what you see before us."
Legolas shielded his eyes from the light of the rising sun.
"I see a white stream that comes down from the snows," he said. "Where it issues from the shadow of the vale a green hill rises upon the east. There is a dike, and a mighty wall; a fence of thorns encircles it. Within there rise the roofs of houses; and in the midst; set upon a green terrace, stands a great hall of men. To my eyes it seems as if the roof is thatched with gold, shining far across the land. Golden are the posts of its doors, and guarding them at either side are men in shining mail. But all within the courts are still asleep."
"Edoras those courts are called," said Gandalf. "And Meduseld is that golden hall. There dwells Theoden son of Thengel, King of the Mark of Rohan. The road lies plain before us, but we must be wary, for war is abroad and the horse lords do not sleep even if they seem to from a far. Draw no weapon and speak no haughty until we come before Theoden' s seat."
Thanks for reading, now if you will direct your cursor to the review button AND click it, and leave a review it will be greatly appreciated. PS: flamers who complain I have left things out like calling Legolas prince and not Aragorn, Siawyn does not know Aragorn is a king, she has only been with the company for 3 nights! So just wait and think before you flame. Constructive critisisum is always welcome. (constructive mind)
"Did anyone here get any sleep at all?"
Siawyn asked tiredly as she leaped onto Hasufel, who stood just in front of Aragorn.
"Not even a little!" exclaimed Gimli.
It was still dark all around them, and there were still a few hours of darkness until sunrise. It would have been easier to sleep whilst riding than lying on the cold grass, with nothing to do but think of what was to come.
"I dozed, but that was about it. I kept having disturbing dreams and though I could not see what was going on, I still felt cold hard terror in my stomach," said Siawyn. "I have often had that dream, this was not the first time and I don't know what it means"
Gandalf thought about this for a while as the tired horses cantered through the darkness. It seemed that Siawyn had some forgotten memories that she was trying to recall, or to forget.
Siawyn watched silently from her horse as they journeyed onward. The dew- ridden grasses glistened in the moonlight as the moon sank lower and lower in the sky. Her eyelids drooped, the rhythmic beats of the horses cantering made her feel sleepy, and soon she was asleep.
The forest around her was golden with early morning sunlight; she had seen this place before. Something about it was familiar.
"Siawyn,"
A female voice said as she grasped her hand. She turned her head to look up at a tall elegant woman dressed in a silver dress, a silver sword tied sat on her hip, towering over her. The women's long light brown hair showed pointed ears in front of her braids. She had a large white lily in her hand, offering it to her.
"Smell Siawyn! Is it not beautiful! It looks just like my necklace."
She pulled a small-chained silver necklace over her head. On the chain was a small flower glittering with small stones that sparkled in the light. She placed it over Siawyn's head.
"There, it shall be your necklace now, keep it safe for it is very precious to me. Does that not look beautiful?"
"Oh thank you mother!"
Siawyn cried with joy as she grabbed her mother's hand even tighter. Her mother laughed softly, then turned her head to look at the tall young male standing only a little way off.
"Come Siawyn, your father wishes us to hurry and not waste time smelling the flowers"
She whispered, pulling the little girl forward. The tall man smiled and held out his hand to his daughters free one, Siawyn took it quickly.
"Where are we going father?"
"Have we not told you? We are going to Fangorn, to see the Ent's before we sail!" Her father replied enthusiastically.
"What are Ents?"
"Ents are as big as trees! They are the shepherds of the forest!" Siawyn's mother told her softly, her voice full of wonder.
"Is it far? My legs are sore," said Siawyn quietly. Her father laughed, and lifted her into his arms.
"Is that better my hên,"
Siawyn nodded her head happily, and then stuck her thumb in her mouth, whilst fingering the flower on her mother's necklace.
"Fangorn is far, but it will not take too-."
His sentence was cut short as a horn sounded in the forest near to them. It wailed, long and bitter, cold fear clutched her throat and stomach, as the harsh voices echoed through the once peaceful forest. Siawyn clutched her hands to her ears, and closed her eyes tight, screaming as she did so-
"Siawyn!"
Cried a familiar voice calling her back to reality. THUMP, all the air in her lungs exploded as she hit the ground. Siawyn gasped and opened her eyes, small dots masked her vision and she had to blink violently to be rid of them.
"Are you injured?" Aragorn was kneeling next to her on the ground.
"What...what happened?"
"You fell of your horse! It's a wonder the beast did not trample you on the way down," Gimli answered.
"It was a bit more dramatic then that Gimli," said a tall figure looming over the top of her. "I feel more sorry for the horse, or Aragorn, then her. You screamed so loudly, Siawyn, which it is a wonder the whole of Isengard is not on our backs. The poor horse was terrified, leaping into the air, throwing you off and nearly Aragorn as well. So much for travelling undetected. Theoden probably knows we are coming already, or at least a hysterical female is." The figure bent down closer to reveal the face of Legolas, with a slight grin he said, "Are you alright though?"
Siawyn looked over at the horses; Hasufel was pawing the ground nervously nearby, and the others were grazing as if nothing had happened.
"I am fine... I think, thank you for your concern though Legolas."
Siawyn sat up straight slowly. It was not the first time she had fallen from a horse; at least it was grass and not stone, like last time. "It was just a bad dream." Siawyn got up quickly, and walked over to Hasufel, wobbling slightly.
"A bad dream? More like a night mare!" Legolas added unhelpfully.
"Come on my friends, Siawyn has declared she is fine, we must hurry to reach the golden halls,"
Gandalf stated as he climbed back onto Shadowfax's back. The others mounted and they continued riding.
Siawyn reflected back on her dream, it seemed so real... her parents, that terrible sound. Siawyn shook her head to remove the thoughts using a mind exercise she had been taught, to clear her head of emotions. She had always mastered the taught exercises well before her peers.
Red shafts of light leapt above the dark walls of Emyn Muil far away to their left. Dawn came clear and bright and a slight breeze shook the rough blades of grass around them. Suddenly Shadowfax stopped and neighed, and Gandalf pointed ahead.
"Look!"
He cried as the others lifted their tired eyes. Before them stood the mountains of the South: white tipped and streaked with black. The grasslands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet, and flowed up into many valleys still dim and dark, untouched by the light of dawn, winding their way to the heart of the great mountains.
Immediately before the travellers the widest of these glens opened like a long gulf among the hills. Far inward they glimpsed a tumbled mountain-mass with one tall peak; at the mouth of the vale there stood like a sentinel a lonely height. About its feet there flowed, as a thread of silver, the stream that issued from the dale; upon its brow they caught, still far away, a glint of the rising sun, a glimmer of gold.
"Speak Legolas!" cried Gandalf. "Tell what you see before us."
Legolas shielded his eyes from the light of the rising sun.
"I see a white stream that comes down from the snows," he said. "Where it issues from the shadow of the vale a green hill rises upon the east. There is a dike, and a mighty wall; a fence of thorns encircles it. Within there rise the roofs of houses; and in the midst; set upon a green terrace, stands a great hall of men. To my eyes it seems as if the roof is thatched with gold, shining far across the land. Golden are the posts of its doors, and guarding them at either side are men in shining mail. But all within the courts are still asleep."
"Edoras those courts are called," said Gandalf. "And Meduseld is that golden hall. There dwells Theoden son of Thengel, King of the Mark of Rohan. The road lies plain before us, but we must be wary, for war is abroad and the horse lords do not sleep even if they seem to from a far. Draw no weapon and speak no haughty until we come before Theoden' s seat."
Thanks for reading, now if you will direct your cursor to the review button AND click it, and leave a review it will be greatly appreciated. PS: flamers who complain I have left things out like calling Legolas prince and not Aragorn, Siawyn does not know Aragorn is a king, she has only been with the company for 3 nights! So just wait and think before you flame. Constructive critisisum is always welcome. (constructive mind)