CH VII. A memory in his heart
When Legalos, Glomli and Gondalf reached Aregnor, they noticed he had been injured in battle. His left forearm had been cut open and he was wrapping it with a cloth to stop the bleeding.
Legalos, on his horse, tapped Aregnor on the shoulder like a brother to a fellow ranger. 'I am glad you have come. Are all of you well?' asked Aregnor. They looked at him and smiled as to say we are alright considering your injury. All except Gondalf, who was more concerned with the environment they had just stepped into. He eyes puzzled as he looked around.
Aregnor brought back his eyes on Legalos and asked 'Does your heart feel numb with solitude?'
Legalos knew what Aregnor was thinking in the back on his mind. He wanted to know who Undowen was. He missed her immensely.
Legalos answered -'It feels probably less numb than yours considering the number of years you have loved her. I have a message from her. She told me to tell you that she loves thee and will wait for your return. In Havendell, I suppose.' he went silent at the thought of Aldaron.
'Very well' Aregnor smiled.
The darkness was quickly falling as they continued to ride towards Teoden's castle. Icy winds blew from the east. They were only allowed a few hours rest and Legalos stood guard while the other slept. Aregnor didn't sleep at all. He stayed flat on his back, looking up at the sky, thinking of Undowen. The thought of her kept his spirit up as he felt discourage about the burden he would have to face.
The next morning, they reached the gold castle of Ederas named Madusald. The path went in a tortuous manner and white flowers grew throughout the grass. They had difficulty entering the gates because the guards weren't aware that Teoden awaited visitors such as these strangers. Nonetheless, they let them inside his home although without their swords and battle items. After chatting with Teoden, Eomir left galloping with Glomli on his horse along side Legalos, Aregnor and Gondalf. Rohen left as the rain started. They travelled towards the west.
As the days crept by, it seemed to Glomli that they would never find the two Hobbets. They had no idea where they were and if they were safe but pursued their road ever on. Eomir, the king's nephew, had Glomli on his horse and Legalos to his left. As for Aregnor, he was on Eomir's right and Gondalf was in front with King Teoden. Legalos observed the movement and sounds of the surroundings. Only enormous prints of deep footsteps of the Otarcs covered the ground.. Aregnor felt the weight on his heart but he was sure he had made the right decision. There was, furthermore, no turning back, they had ventured off too far to return to their love ones. Glomli carried the picture of Galadria in his heart but the weakness of hopelessness put a thorn in it. The night covered the sky once more. Rohen was riding towards Isangard when Gongalf left. As the morning came the dark clouds from the East blew overhead. They set off in a relentless attempt to find their friends.
When Legalos, Glomli and Gondalf reached Aregnor, they noticed he had been injured in battle. His left forearm had been cut open and he was wrapping it with a cloth to stop the bleeding.
Legalos, on his horse, tapped Aregnor on the shoulder like a brother to a fellow ranger. 'I am glad you have come. Are all of you well?' asked Aregnor. They looked at him and smiled as to say we are alright considering your injury. All except Gondalf, who was more concerned with the environment they had just stepped into. He eyes puzzled as he looked around.
Aregnor brought back his eyes on Legalos and asked 'Does your heart feel numb with solitude?'
Legalos knew what Aregnor was thinking in the back on his mind. He wanted to know who Undowen was. He missed her immensely.
Legalos answered -'It feels probably less numb than yours considering the number of years you have loved her. I have a message from her. She told me to tell you that she loves thee and will wait for your return. In Havendell, I suppose.' he went silent at the thought of Aldaron.
'Very well' Aregnor smiled.
The darkness was quickly falling as they continued to ride towards Teoden's castle. Icy winds blew from the east. They were only allowed a few hours rest and Legalos stood guard while the other slept. Aregnor didn't sleep at all. He stayed flat on his back, looking up at the sky, thinking of Undowen. The thought of her kept his spirit up as he felt discourage about the burden he would have to face.
The next morning, they reached the gold castle of Ederas named Madusald. The path went in a tortuous manner and white flowers grew throughout the grass. They had difficulty entering the gates because the guards weren't aware that Teoden awaited visitors such as these strangers. Nonetheless, they let them inside his home although without their swords and battle items. After chatting with Teoden, Eomir left galloping with Glomli on his horse along side Legalos, Aregnor and Gondalf. Rohen left as the rain started. They travelled towards the west.
As the days crept by, it seemed to Glomli that they would never find the two Hobbets. They had no idea where they were and if they were safe but pursued their road ever on. Eomir, the king's nephew, had Glomli on his horse and Legalos to his left. As for Aregnor, he was on Eomir's right and Gondalf was in front with King Teoden. Legalos observed the movement and sounds of the surroundings. Only enormous prints of deep footsteps of the Otarcs covered the ground.. Aregnor felt the weight on his heart but he was sure he had made the right decision. There was, furthermore, no turning back, they had ventured off too far to return to their love ones. Glomli carried the picture of Galadria in his heart but the weakness of hopelessness put a thorn in it. The night covered the sky once more. Rohen was riding towards Isangard when Gongalf left. As the morning came the dark clouds from the East blew overhead. They set off in a relentless attempt to find their friends.