"What?" he said, and got quite red. They were on their way to Bree and Lostlondwen and Ewinda were in the back of the group with Rowan. He was very happy to be on the rode again. They were on the Great East Rode and almost the whole company was quite. They were moving very slowly and Rowan didn’t understand why they were going any faster. Rowan began to hum the tune of a song he learned when he was younger. It was know about mid-day and they had gone only about 25 miles. Soon they would set up camp.
The ride was long a boring. The rode was bare. Scenery consisted of hills, lowlands, and small, scattered forests. They saw few animals and herd few sounds except for the slow beating of hooves of horses like a solitary beating of a drum. The wind blew and the sun was high in the air. It was warm but Rowan knew it wouldn’t be so for long.
As the sun sank behind the mountains in the far west the company of the dragon knew they could go no further. They had traveled nearly 50 miles. The stopped and let their horses graze and rest while they set up camp. They were all to exhausted to make something big so they ate some fruit and vegetables. It was enough. The made a small fire and sat around it to keep themselves warm. Some talked quietly. “Time to go to bed” Elentari told them after about an hour had passed, “There is a long day ahead of us”. Someone put out the fire and they all went to their beds.
It was cold that night. Rowan awoke to the sound of a wolf howling. It was dark and eerie. Only a few stars dotted the sky and the moon was hidden behind a vast cloud. Somewhere in the distance another wolf howled. They two wolves howled for many hours until they were finally silent. Rowan fell back to sleep but to awake again in a hardly any hours. The sun began to peak over the mountains in the east. The company awoke in the first hours of the morning and packed up their things. They ate a quick breakfast and then were off.
The started off as slow as before but soon picked up speed. After two hours they had already gone about 11 miles. The road was just as dreary as before. The company stopped for a quick lunch at noon. Then they were back on the rode. The rode far into the day and kept riding even after night had fallen. Amon Sul was close and the company had chosen the hill as their next camp. Amon Sul or known as Weathertop is a hill standing just south of the Weather Hills. It was once an ancient watchtower but was destroyed in the days of the northern kingdom Arnor. In 1409, not long ago the tower had been burned and mow all that remained of it was a ring of broken stones on the flat top.
It was late night when they finally arrived at Weathertop. The company rode around the hill until they reached a hollow dell. “This looks like a good place to stop” Elentari said as the company halted. They set up camp again. “Anyone want to come with me to the top?” Rowan asked. He had herd about this historical landmark and was eager to explore it. “Sure” Lostlondwen and Ewinda said in unison as the followed Rowan up the steep path that lead to the top. After a long walk they finally reached the top. There was not much to see but many stones that crowned the hill. It was incredible to think that their once was a great watchtower right where they were standing. Even though the remains weren’t much the view was incredible. It took Rowan’s breath away. He could see far across the land until everything disappeared into the night. No wonder it use to be a watchtower.
After many minutes of being up there the trio decided to head back down. When the came back down the found a fire lit and conies being roasted. Soon it was ready and they all sat down to eat. Everyone was so tiered that they immediately went to bed afterwards. They put out the fire and got into bed. They put out the fire and got into bed. It became very dark and eerie. Almost instantly after they settled down a loud sound rang out in the night. Once again wolves howled but this time they were closer than before.
[ June 08, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ]
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