Slowly the troops marched along, with a host of cavalry in front, elves as well as humans. There was much talk amongst the two groups, for the horses of Númenor was beautiful, and greatly admired by the elves. Elendil in the front, mounted on his warhorse, was a magnificient sight, a giant amongst the men his bodyguard consisted of, in full plate mail and with his sword Narsil hanging in its scabbard.
Whenever his troops looked at him, their hearts were filled with courage, for they knew that none wielded the deadly blade of Narsil better than their High King.
Next Elendil rode Isildur, but then another group of horsemen overtook them; Gil-galad and his elite troops. Isildur rode off, muttering an excuse about checking if the scouts returned, and left Elendil to meet the elven king.
Gil-galad was in no less splendor than Elendil, and his armour shone like the star that had given him his name. He held Aeglos in his right hand, and Elendil knew that the Gil-galad was no less dangerous than Elendil with Narsil. Gil-galad's horse fell into the same pace as Elendil's, and they exchanged greetings.
"Soon, we will need to pass through the Hithaeglir. And then, Oropher will join us either when we reach the Anduin, or at Loth-lorien." Gil-galad said, and looked at Elendil, who nodded.
"My heart is glad, to see your troops among mine, and the many allies the elves draw is joyous news. My scouts are already searching for the best passages through the mountainchain. My son Isildur just left me to find out what they have discovered. Speaking of which, what do you think of my son?" Elendil asked, not without hesitation, not being sure if Gil-galad had noticed Isildur's hostility towards the elves.
[ June 26, 2003: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]
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