Calad made a slight sound as he was pulled up and tugged towards the horse, slung onto its back. He scrambled up into a sitting position, just behind Thengise. The horse shifted its legs, stretching a bit for the journey ahead.
Looming in the distance was but the Misty Mountains. One must tread carefully through them; for goblins dwell far underneath, but the good news is that they seldom come out and attack, at least not without good reason. Beyond the mountains the Valley stretched out, and in the Valley was Rivendell.
The sun grew stronger now. It was morning-time, and the winds blew gently forth, making things flutter and flap in the breeze. The winds carried along a cold, fresh, hazy mist that hung slowly above them. The sky was a very pale blue, with a few clouds moving sluggishly about. The grass was a mix of green and yellow and in between, but it was all covered in dew. The horses and the pony bent their heads down to take a bite out of the pleasant-tasting grass.
Calad stared ahead. Is this the end? Is this it? he thought. He was a bit dissapointed in the least. For some reason he expected a long, drawn out, horrible journey. And so far, he thought more, it was. He failed to realize that not all of the quest he was unwillingly put into was not all that bad. He continued to think like that, but not saying anything towards the others.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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