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piosenniel · 10-05-2002, 11:50 AM

***** DALE-GIRION/RUBIN *****
***** REPOST OF BATTLE ******

'Dwarves and Elves!' thought Girion. 'Why did my Father ever agree that I should go with them!' Rubin arched his brows at the Prince, as if he had just read his mind. It had been hard going to get the Elves on the road. A not uncommon problem for a People whose futures stretched endlessly before them. But once agreed, they had packed quickly, and been eager to be on their way.

The Dwarves on the other hand had presented other problems. They balked at the suggestion they leave their wagons and ponies behind for the faster transport of horses. They had just cleared that hurdle by assuring them they would have their pick of the gentlest Elven steeds, when they balked at the suggestion that most of the trip south be done on the water. Girion sighed and pulled a map from his case to show them the distances they would need to cover to reach Minas Anor. 'Even if you were to run the entire distance, you would not be there in time for the audience with King Elessar.' he said. They had agreed reluctantly, repacked what provisions and wares they could on the horses, and set out on the first leg of their travels.

Rubin and Girion had estimated that it would take about 15 days to cover the distance from their meeting place on the northeastern border of The Forest to the Old Ford at the Anduin River. That was with generous allowances for taking care of the horses and sleep and meal times for the companions. Once at the river, Dale would secure a small one masted ship for travel southward. More supplies could be brought aboard then, and a few of the horses could be taken to portage goods around Rauros Falls when they reached it.

They were now into their trek through the Forest, and the group had pulled together admirably. The weather had been pleasant, and tempers in the group seemed to reflect that atmosphere.

It was drawing toward evening of the ninth day, and the shadows of the trees stretched out long, one upon the other. Clouds scudded across the sky, and gathered threateningly in dark clumps. The air grew chill as the sun descended. There was a feeling of unease stirred up by a sudden northern breeze, and the companions drew their cloaks tightly about them as if to fend it off.

'What part of the Forest is this?' asked Girion of Orodan. 'The trees seem not to want us here beneath them.'

Stonehelm rode up beside the two Princes, his weapon now in hand. His brow was furrowed as his keen ears strained in every direction to find the source of a sound he had noted faintly.

'The North Wind!' he cried, turning his face toward it, and raising his weapon. 'There is a fell sound which rides in on it, and it draws nearer, on swift feet.'

'To me!' shouted the Dwarven king, as the sound grew louder.

10-05-2002, 11:50 AM	#137
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*** DALE-GIRION/RUBIN * * REPOST OF BATTLE **** 'Dwarves and Elves!' thought Girion. 'Why did my Father ever agree that I should go with them!' Rubin arched his brows at the Prince, as if he had just read his mind. It had been hard going to get the Elves on the road. A not uncommon problem for a People whose futures stretched endlessly before them. But once agreed, they had packed quickly, and been eager to be on their way. The Dwarves on the other hand had presented other problems. They balked at the suggestion they leave their wagons and ponies behind for the faster transport of horses. They had just cleared that hurdle by assuring them they would have their pick of the gentlest Elven steeds, when they balked at the suggestion that most of the trip south be done on the water. Girion sighed and pulled a map from his case to show them the distances they would need to cover to reach Minas Anor. 'Even if you were to run the entire distance, you would not be there in time for the audience with King Elessar.' he said. They had agreed reluctantly, repacked what provisions and wares they could on the horses, and set out on the first leg of their travels. Rubin and Girion had estimated that it would take about 15 days to cover the distance from their meeting place on the northeastern border of The Forest to the Old Ford at the Anduin River. That was with generous allowances for taking care of the horses and sleep and meal times for the companions. Once at the river, Dale would secure a small one masted ship for travel southward. More supplies could be brought aboard then, and a few of the horses could be taken to portage goods around Rauros Falls when they reached it. They were now into their trek through the Forest, and the group had pulled together admirably. The weather had been pleasant, and tempers in the group seemed to reflect that atmosphere. It was drawing toward evening of the ninth day, and the shadows of the trees stretched out long, one upon the other. Clouds scudded across the sky, and gathered threateningly in dark clumps. The air grew chill as the sun descended. There was a feeling of unease stirred up by a sudden northern breeze, and the companions drew their cloaks tightly about them as if to fend it off. 'What part of the Forest is this?' asked Girion of Orodan. 'The trees seem not to want us here beneath them.' Stonehelm rode up beside the two Princes, his weapon now in hand. His brow was furrowed as his keen ears strained in every direction to find the source of a sound he had noted faintly. 'The North Wind!' he cried, turning his face toward it, and raising his weapon. 'There is a fell sound which rides in on it, and it draws nearer, on swift feet.' 'To me!' shouted the Dwarven king, as the sound grew louder. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.