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Daniel Telcontar · 02-08-2004, 12:51 PM

Khalad beheld the buildings in front of him, reflected slightly in the sun.Riding along with the rest of his company, he held his head high as he clutched his spear and shield.

It looked rather peaceful, and he wondered slightly why he had been sent to this outpost rather than stay in the south where trouble was brewing. But he assumed that the officers had their reasons for sending him so far away from his home.

When he closed his eyes he could almost smell the sea, and hear the noise from it; and if he concentrated, he could summon forth a vision of the white marble house that was his home.

He quickly opened his eyes again though, not wishing to day-dream upon this day. It mattered not if Gondor desired him in Minas Tirith or Poros; he would remain the same, and would not allow anyone to accuse him of neglecting his duties. Though he had to admit, he would rather be in Minas Tirith now than this small settlement.

His left hand let go of the reins and slid down to his belt and although wearing the shield he was able to touch the hilt of his sword. He could feel its scabbard with every pace his mount took, but it felt good to touch it with his fingertips, even if it was the wrong hand.

He smiled a grim smile when thinking upon the few times he had been allowed to draw it with proper reason; to use it in defence of Gondor, and not merely for child's play. He feared though that the only reasons he would have for drawing that blade out here would be to oil it.

An unnecessary precaution, since it was forged by metal that would not perish in such a way; yet after seeing the rusty blades lingering on old battlefields, he felt most comfortable knowing that something protected his blade.

As they finally reached the houses, Khalad dismounted and saluted his officer who went off to report their arrival to the commander. Khalad brought his horse into the stables, and after making sure it was well-tended, he walked outside and took a good look on his new home; he was a soldier of Gondor, and Gondor was the realm he had chosen to defend. And this settlement was a part of that realm.

02-08-2004, 12:51 PM	#7
Daniel Telcontar Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2002 Location: Denmark Posts: 713	Khalad beheld the buildings in front of him, reflected slightly in the sun.Riding along with the rest of his company, he held his head high as he clutched his spear and shield. It looked rather peaceful, and he wondered slightly why he had been sent to this outpost rather than stay in the south where trouble was brewing. But he assumed that the officers had their reasons for sending him so far away from his home. When he closed his eyes he could almost smell the sea, and hear the noise from it; and if he concentrated, he could summon forth a vision of the white marble house that was his home. He quickly opened his eyes again though, not wishing to day-dream upon this day. It mattered not if Gondor desired him in Minas Tirith or Poros; he would remain the same, and would not allow anyone to accuse him of neglecting his duties. Though he had to admit, he would rather be in Minas Tirith now than this small settlement. His left hand let go of the reins and slid down to his belt and although wearing the shield he was able to touch the hilt of his sword. He could feel its scabbard with every pace his mount took, but it felt good to touch it with his fingertips, even if it was the wrong hand. He smiled a grim smile when thinking upon the few times he had been allowed to draw it with proper reason; to use it in defence of Gondor, and not merely for child's play. He feared though that the only reasons he would have for drawing that blade out here would be to oil it. An unnecessary precaution, since it was forged by metal that would not perish in such a way; yet after seeing the rusty blades lingering on old battlefields, he felt most comfortable knowing that something protected his blade. As they finally reached the houses, Khalad dismounted and saluted his officer who went off to report their arrival to the commander. Khalad brought his horse into the stables, and after making sure it was well-tended, he walked outside and took a good look on his new home; he was a soldier of Gondor, and Gondor was the realm he had chosen to defend. And this settlement was a part of that realm. Last edited by Daniel Telcontar; 02-10-2004 at 02:04 PM.