[Susan Delgado]

I'm writing this because I'm bored and wanted to post. I thought a little atmosphere would be nice [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

The morning dawned grey and chill. Unbeknownst to them, the two Elves stood together on the same ridge of Downs and looked East, into the rising sun, or where the sun would rise if the sky were clear. It was going to rain; one believed it would start by noon, the other somewhat later in the afternoon, but both were sure it would rain.
With identical sighs of disappointment, the two Elves turned back toward their respective groups of Men. Each wondered at times why she'd chosen her particular course of life, and dawn on a rainy midwinter day was always such a time, but their lives were such as they had chosen, and there was little either could do to change them at this moment.
With little relish but a sense of duty only an Elf could command, they woke the Men they travelled with and the two groups, so alike, so different, set out on their day's journey.
As they set out, the rain began to come down in sheets, heavy and cold. The Men huddled over their mounts' whithers, attempting to block the fall, but the Elves, closer to Arda, turned their faces up to the sky and let the rain beat on their temples.

[ September 16, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]