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Child of the 7th Age · 05-28-2003, 07:28 PM

The singing ceased as abruptly as it had begun, with the caravan grinding to a halt just a short distance from where Brethil stood. Two figures emerged from the rear of the wagon and strode purposefully towards the giant beech.

The smaller of the two, a woman of middling years and striking appearance, with black curls cascading down the middle of her back, wore an intricately embroidered gown that seemed more sutable for a king's palace or hall than the depths of Fangorn Forest. She still carried the jeweled harp, now slung gently over her shoulder, and a long veil and cloak that was half draped about her frame. Her companion, a tall warrior with straight black hair and grim visage, had a scabbard strapped about his waist with a curved blade of fine workmanship.

Both the pair had soft brown skin, but it was the woman whose sparkling black eyes revealed an air of cold calculation and superiority. The two had stopped by the edge of the grove to exchange a few hurried confidences. Leaning down towards his smaller companion, the man earnestly intoned "Prophetess Saelonia, do you think it wise to approach them so soon?"

The woman drew herself up to her full height and scowled, pulling the cloak hastily about her shoulders. "So soon? So soon, you blithering idiot? Did you not read the missive that the Khan has sent to us? He already begins to gather an army of warriors such as has not been seen since the time of the Eye. In a short time, we will be ready to strike at Gondor to demand our fair share of the wealth they now withold from us. And they will bow their knee to the Shadow, just as we have done."

"But none of this is possible, unless we have allies. And these huorn, though dim of wit, are capable of doing great damage."

"They will hit hard at Isengard and the West, and keep the eyes of Gondor's King turned away from the East from which the real danger will eventually rise. Without the brute strength of the huorn, we will never succeed in our plan. Are we not descendents of the mighty Easterlings who stood firm in the ranks of Lord Sauron? Do not ask if we act too soon! Instead ask why we have suffered so long and have not acted before now."

With this, Saelonia turned and quickly paced up the path that led to where the huorn stood waiting.

[ May 29, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

05-28-2003, 07:28 PM	#1
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	The singing ceased as abruptly as it had begun, with the caravan grinding to a halt just a short distance from where Brethil stood. Two figures emerged from the rear of the wagon and strode purposefully towards the giant beech. The smaller of the two, a woman of middling years and striking appearance, with black curls cascading down the middle of her back, wore an intricately embroidered gown that seemed more sutable for a king's palace or hall than the depths of Fangorn Forest. She still carried the jeweled harp, now slung gently over her shoulder, and a long veil and cloak that was half draped about her frame. Her companion, a tall warrior with straight black hair and grim visage, had a scabbard strapped about his waist with a curved blade of fine workmanship. Both the pair had soft brown skin, but it was the woman whose sparkling black eyes revealed an air of cold calculation and superiority. The two had stopped by the edge of the grove to exchange a few hurried confidences. Leaning down towards his smaller companion, the man earnestly intoned "Prophetess Saelonia, do you think it wise to approach them so soon?" The woman drew herself up to her full height and scowled, pulling the cloak hastily about her shoulders. "So soon? So soon, you blithering idiot? Did you not read the missive that the Khan has sent to us? He already begins to gather an army of warriors such as has not been seen since the time of the Eye. In a short time, we will be ready to strike at Gondor to demand our fair share of the wealth they now withold from us. And they will bow their knee to the Shadow, just as we have done." "But none of this is possible, unless we have allies. And these huorn, though dim of wit, are capable of doing great damage." "They will hit hard at Isengard and the West, and keep the eyes of Gondor's King turned away from the East from which the real danger will eventually rise. Without the brute strength of the huorn, we will never succeed in our plan. Are we not descendents of the mighty Easterlings who stood firm in the ranks of Lord Sauron? Do not ask if we act too soon! Instead ask why we have suffered so long and have not acted before now." With this, Saelonia turned and quickly paced up the path that led to where the huorn stood waiting. [ May 29, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.