An Audience With The King RPG

[piosenniel]

***** DALE-Girion *****

Girion could smell the difference now. For the past eighteen days they had moved steadily toward the Anduin beneath the dense cover of the forest. The Elves had drunk in the deep scents of the trees and layers of fecund matter beneath them as a heady wine and rejoiced in them. But to the Dwarves and Men, it seemed much like a vast, dark blanket bent on smothering them with its lowering greeness that blocked the light and hid from their sight lurking dangers.

But now Girion could see the edge of it from the small rise they had camped on. The trees were thinning and the land moved down in a verdant sward toward the river's edge. The sun was just above the western horizon, and the soft light of its descent glinted off the top of the water, turning the river to a silvered band.

'Water!' His spirit leapt at the site of it and was refreshed. Rubin had come up beside him, and they stood a while, savoring the scents of the river born on the wind.

It was in his mind to urge the party on through the night, when he heard a gruff sigh from one of the Dwarves nearby.

'We should never have left the Mountains! The forest is passed but barely, and now we must face the dangers of the river. What have Dwarves ever had from trees and water but trouble and misfortune!'

[ October 14, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]