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Rose Cotton · 10-03-2002, 05:22 AM

^ ^ ^ ^Erebor/ Lonely Mountain^ ^ ^ ^

Ponies, why did it have to be ponies? thought Hringa as he struggled to keep in his saddle. He had never ridden before prefering walking to anything else and now had to use all his wits to stay on his mount.

Hringa's problems with his pony did not keep him from pestering Stonehelm with questions. He followed the King as if he'd lose his way otherwise.

As they arrived at the elf's camp, Hringa was in for another suprise. Until now elves had only lived in his imagination. Now as he looked upon them for the first time he forgot all he was ever told about them. He didn't see how dwarves could mistrust these beings that stood tall and proud as if created from the most precious jewls.
Hringa worked hard to conceal his awe, not knowing what his master would think of him. Instead he cast his eyes upon his pony's mane as if fascinated by it.

Suddenly he was thrown to the ground as a wagon tumbled down the hill and struck his pony down. He tumbled down after the wagon feeling every ache he had gained through their journey and finally coming to rest at the bottom of the slope.

[ October 05, 2002: Message edited by: Rose Cotton ]

10-03-2002, 05:22 AM	#11
Rose Cotton Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: A place worse then Mordor........School! Posts: 1,075	^ ^ ^ ^Erebor/ Lonely Mountain^ ^ ^ ^ Ponies, why did it have to be ponies? thought Hringa as he struggled to keep in his saddle. He had never ridden before prefering walking to anything else and now had to use all his wits to stay on his mount. Hringa's problems with his pony did not keep him from pestering Stonehelm with questions. He followed the King as if he'd lose his way otherwise. As they arrived at the elf's camp, Hringa was in for another suprise. Until now elves had only lived in his imagination. Now as he looked upon them for the first time he forgot all he was ever told about them. He didn't see how dwarves could mistrust these beings that stood tall and proud as if created from the most precious jewls. Hringa worked hard to conceal his awe, not knowing what his master would think of him. Instead he cast his eyes upon his pony's mane as if fascinated by it. Suddenly he was thrown to the ground as a wagon tumbled down the hill and struck his pony down. He tumbled down after the wagon feeling every ache he had gained through their journey and finally coming to rest at the bottom of the slope. [ October 05, 2002: Message edited by: Rose Cotton ] __________________ "There's nothing you can do, Harry... nothing... he's gone."-Remus Lupin "The closer we are to danger, the further we are from harm."-Pippin (now how can you argue with that logic?)