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Chapter 7
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Sounds of whispering invaded the early morning air. I woke up suddenly, my hands tied around a pole with my back leaning against it. The drums from last night sent my ears ringing. I shook my head and slowly opened my eyes.
Inside the tent made of animal hides gave space for the size of ten people to live comfortably. A gleam of dawn peered inside the entrance as the hard floor was carpeted of soft pillows in a ray of colors. There in the corner was a creature I did not recognize. It looked of half man half troll. Its chest and arms was covered of dark hair and built as strong as a dwarfs but was much taller than father.
I shuddered of fear as it came near me. I was defenseless and helpless to do anything. I pressed my body against the pole holding up the tent, struggling to get away.
"Father be here soon." He said, his eyes soft and body calm staring at me with curiously.
I watched him move slowly from one side of the room to the other in silence. "My father?"
"King of Gondor, friend of Ghán-buri-Ghán." He shortly remarked.
Hearing this name, my nerves calmed. I have heard my father mention this name in high respect but never said that he was a wose.
"Where is Enelya?"
"Safe with Wild Men. Eat and sleep is doing."
More woses entered with food and gently placed them at a table near. They untied the restrains and pulled me up. I looked down ashamed how these kind creatures had to do this, bound me to a pole to keep from attacking an ally of my father.
Ghán-buri-Ghán watched me eat the delicious fruit and breads. I tried to consume them with manners but couldn't help showing a wose how a starving man eats. I swallowed the chunks of bread and washed my tongue of some unidentified liquid. Grabbing a slice of cheese, in walked my father holding Enelya by the hand smiling warmly but sadness wrote on his face.
My mother came after him and rushed quickly towards me. Her blue eyes lost its glow, blood shot of depression. Her cream-colored soft arms wrapped around me as I did to her. Tears came to our eyes with me crying those three words. She slowly rose, taking my hand and escorting me to the carriage that will take all of us home.
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Scouts of Gondor and of the Wild Men found Rannyn and all of Middle-earth had a respectful funeral. Enelya stayed good friends for years after, never bringing up the subject of how she found the way out to the fields. We never brought up the subject of Druadan Forest or our experience.
Eventually, father and mother forgave me as I grew older and wiser as well of growing away to independency. Ghán-buri-Ghán offered me some land of his forest but I refused to accept. I respected and thankfully welcomed him to my kingdom whenever he wished.
I will never forget Rannyn; he protected me to the end. Faramir and Lady Eowyn did move on after I turned after the age of sixteen. The newborn had no true older brother but maybe or somehow Rannyn would forgive me as I would show Faira of how great her brother was to me.
End.
Chapter 7
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Sounds of whispering invaded the early morning air. I woke up suddenly, my hands tied around a pole with my back leaning against it. The drums from last night sent my ears ringing. I shook my head and slowly opened my eyes.
Inside the tent made of animal hides gave space for the size of ten people to live comfortably. A gleam of dawn peered inside the entrance as the hard floor was carpeted of soft pillows in a ray of colors. There in the corner was a creature I did not recognize. It looked of half man half troll. Its chest and arms was covered of dark hair and built as strong as a dwarfs but was much taller than father.
I shuddered of fear as it came near me. I was defenseless and helpless to do anything. I pressed my body against the pole holding up the tent, struggling to get away.
"Father be here soon." He said, his eyes soft and body calm staring at me with curiously.
I watched him move slowly from one side of the room to the other in silence. "My father?"
"King of Gondor, friend of Ghán-buri-Ghán." He shortly remarked.
Hearing this name, my nerves calmed. I have heard my father mention this name in high respect but never said that he was a wose.
"Where is Enelya?"
"Safe with Wild Men. Eat and sleep is doing."
More woses entered with food and gently placed them at a table near. They untied the restrains and pulled me up. I looked down ashamed how these kind creatures had to do this, bound me to a pole to keep from attacking an ally of my father.
Ghán-buri-Ghán watched me eat the delicious fruit and breads. I tried to consume them with manners but couldn't help showing a wose how a starving man eats. I swallowed the chunks of bread and washed my tongue of some unidentified liquid. Grabbing a slice of cheese, in walked my father holding Enelya by the hand smiling warmly but sadness wrote on his face.
My mother came after him and rushed quickly towards me. Her blue eyes lost its glow, blood shot of depression. Her cream-colored soft arms wrapped around me as I did to her. Tears came to our eyes with me crying those three words. She slowly rose, taking my hand and escorting me to the carriage that will take all of us home.
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Scouts of Gondor and of the Wild Men found Rannyn and all of Middle-earth had a respectful funeral. Enelya stayed good friends for years after, never bringing up the subject of how she found the way out to the fields. We never brought up the subject of Druadan Forest or our experience.
Eventually, father and mother forgave me as I grew older and wiser as well of growing away to independency. Ghán-buri-Ghán offered me some land of his forest but I refused to accept. I respected and thankfully welcomed him to my kingdom whenever he wished.
I will never forget Rannyn; he protected me to the end. Faramir and Lady Eowyn did move on after I turned after the age of sixteen. The newborn had no true older brother but maybe or somehow Rannyn would forgive me as I would show Faira of how great her brother was to me.
End.