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Novnarwen · 12-03-2003, 03:37 PM

It was mid day, but the company felt for a short rest. However, they were only about three days ride from Tharbad. Still, they had come quite far, considering what Tanroth had imagined on beforehand. With this pace, they were nearly halfway to Michel Delving, and that was good news!

"We'll take a rest now," Tanroth announced, when eyeing a nice spot for them to have a small camp. It was only mid-day, but he felt that after this great effort the elves had made to get this far, they practically deserved it. Still, some of the elves thought it better to ride on, being eager to reach Michel Delving as soon as possible. Tanroth however, felt that their pace the last few days had brought them far and well on the road. He didn't mind if they took a brake now, and he guessed some of the others agreed with him as well.

Some sighed as Firiel announced that the company should take a break. But still, everyone seemed to be in a great mood as soon as they had jumped down from the horsbacks, stretching their legs.

"Look!" Arilewen cried, jumping backwards.

There, on the ground, faint horse prints could be spotted. The company stood stiff, having their mouths wide open. Three of the elves bent down to have a better look at the prints, which was evidence that someone or something was close. Tanroth ran his fingers in the soft sand. "Two or three days old," he said, looking with great eyes at his companions. The others nodded in agreement. Two or three days, that was for sure.

They followed the prints for about ten paces, at last able to state that there were at least two riders if not more.

"Riders, here? Now?" Dunaire said through clenched teeth. Tanorth heard someone mutter silently: "Obviously..."

For a moment no one said anything. Tanroth wondered however whom these riders were. Enemies? Enemies, servants of Sauron? He shivered as he thought about the feared Lord, who now threatened to take over everything that was good in this world.

"What now then?" Rostion asked, obviously pondering about something.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 11:05 AM December 08, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]

12-03-2003, 03:37 PM	#81
Novnarwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In your mouth... Eeeew, by the way. :P Posts: 517	It was mid day, but the company felt for a short rest. However, they were only about three days ride from Tharbad. Still, they had come quite far, considering what Tanroth had imagined on beforehand. With this pace, they were nearly halfway to Michel Delving, and that was good news! "We'll take a rest now," Tanroth announced, when eyeing a nice spot for them to have a small camp. It was only mid-day, but he felt that after this great effort the elves had made to get this far, they practically deserved it. Still, some of the elves thought it better to ride on, being eager to reach Michel Delving as soon as possible. Tanroth however, felt that their pace the last few days had brought them far and well on the road. He didn't mind if they took a brake now, and he guessed some of the others agreed with him as well. Some sighed as Firiel announced that the company should take a break. But still, everyone seemed to be in a great mood as soon as they had jumped down from the horsbacks, stretching their legs. "Look!" Arilewen cried, jumping backwards. There, on the ground, faint horse prints could be spotted. The company stood stiff, having their mouths wide open. Three of the elves bent down to have a better look at the prints, which was evidence that someone or something was close. Tanroth ran his fingers in the soft sand. "Two or three days old," he said, looking with great eyes at his companions. The others nodded in agreement. Two or three days, that was for sure. They followed the prints for about ten paces, at last able to state that there were at least two riders if not more. "Riders, here? Now?" Dunaire said through clenched teeth. Tanorth heard someone mutter silently: "Obviously..." For a moment no one said anything. Tanroth wondered however whom these riders were. Enemies? Enemies, servants of Sauron? He shivered as he thought about the feared Lord, who now threatened to take over everything that was good in this world. "What now then?" Rostion asked, obviously pondering about something. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 11:05 AM December 08, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ] __________________ Scully: Homer, we're going to ask you a few simple yes or no questions. Do you understand? Homer: Yes. (Lie dectector blows up) AUS Blog