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Eorl of Rohan · 03-29-2004, 12:31 AM

The noon sun was straying towards the ground again by the time all assembled in the camp and readied themselves for the nect part of the great journey that lay hid ahead.

Ferethor broke off a dry branch for lack of anything else to do. Dead beechen leaves showered down from the stick as Ferethor cast it afar into the forest with a flick of his wrist. The shoulder seemed decently mended, at least enough to move it with ease, and it amazed him that it should heal so quickly when last time he recieved an arrow he wandered long in the threshold of death.

"By the Valarukar!" Ferethor swore softly when he felt for his blade and found it not. "Damn the fate, I've left it at the scene of battle. No use going back for it now... No use..." He was not a person who tarried with trifles.

Maen slung himself over her steed Hittai who persisted in jumping about like a pony, crying, "We ride now." A shadow passed over Ferethor's expression at that, as Maen had used the word 'ride' and he was not sure he could keep up with the company on foot in this status. But he shrugged nonechalantly as he knelt to check his bootlaces before leaving. Let tomorrow remain tomorrow!

Crystal Heart · 03-29-2004, 06:49 AM

Crystal heard Maen tell them to ride. She looked over at Ferethor. He was still injured and she assumed he was still in pain. She took her horse's nose and made the horse look at her.

"Now listen to me. I know you haven't had much time to get use to any of us. But there is a man that needs you to carry him much more then I need you. Be gentle with him," Crystal said softly. The horse snorted and gave a type of nod which Crystal guessed as he understood. She took the reigns and brought the horse over to Ferethor.

"I know you must be in pain. Please, take my horse. It won't hurt me to walk a while," Crystal said as she put the reigns in his hand. With that she turned away quickly, so he couldn't object and hurried off towards the others.

Eorl of Rohan · 03-30-2004, 08:26 AM

The automn-stained leaves overhanging the glade were swaying with the breeze as if waving them on. Each of them seemed to be wrought in living flame as it met the full ray of the sun, sparkling like gems of many different hue and shapes.

"Crystal..." Captain Ferethor called out and quelled his impulsive anger and resentment directly that did credit to his control, seeing as he was proud. He continued when she looked back.

“I thank you for taking thought for me, lass, but I am as healed as I am likely to be for weeks - and I will not take any favor from you, be it great or small. Therefore take your horse! We will have weary and long travail ahead of our journey and we wouldn’t have you straggle behind if you had to walk on foot and couldn’t catch up with us. As for myself, I’ve been through harder marches.”

“Besides…” And at this Ferethor smiled half-heartedly in an attempt for lightness as he handed the rein back to Crystal with nonechalance. “I think this horse likes you better then myself, for that matter.”

Crystal Heart · 03-31-2004, 11:41 AM

Crystal nodded and let out a soft, light laugh that seemed to ring through the forest. She bowed her head at Ferethor.

"If you insist. I'm sure the horse does like me better. At any time you want my horse, I will gladly walk. I'm not unuse to enormous amounts of walking. I've been walking around, trying to hide from General Dorian's men for over two years. A little more walking wouldn't hurt me. Please remember that my offer will stay for as long as you may need it," Crystal said. She patted the horse's face and jumped up into the saddle. She smiled at Ferethor then coaxed the stallion forward.

It was different for her to have let out that laugh, that much she knew. She hadn't laughed since over five years. She wasn't one that ever had the opportunity to laugh at any occassion. It had felt so wonderful to laugh once again. She had forgotten about laughter. She made a concious effort to try to laugh once again. There had been too much pain and sorrow in her life. There had to be time for laughter and happiness once again.

Amanaduial the archer · 03-31-2004, 02:27 PM

Atharen looked up sharply as Crystal laughed. The sound was like intangible water, like immaterial gold flowing through the air...a few lines of a song sung by a sweet voiced minstrel who had once passed through his mother's Inn came to Atharen's mind as he looked at Crystal.

The lady of the wood is fair of face,
And gold spun fine around it flows.
Fair and chaste, her voice is pure,
She sings as nightingale in midnight grove.
Fair and chaste, her voice is pure.
Fair and chaste, her heart is yours...

The ranger blinked as the last line crept up on him by surprise, and he very nearly blushed at the foolish thought. Daft and fanciful, your mind is, fool, he remanded himself, then grinned slightly. As the company began to move, Atharen moved his mare forward to Crystal's side and bent slightly in his saddle to speak from a few inches above her head.

"My Lady Crystal," he murmured, and she spun around, shocked. Atharen continued, unphased, his dark eyes unmoved. "Crystal, you cannot walk whilst we ride."

"I am strong enough, Atharen," she replied proudly, and subconciously straightened up slightly, her chin rising: every inch the daughter of a warrior.

I do not doubt it, he replied mentally, but aloud said, "Aye, but 'tis impractical to wear you out: if we were to be attacked again you would be of no use and would not be able to get away to help Maen either. My mare can carry two - will you join me?"

His logical reasoning made it seem like purely a practical arrangement, but for once Atharen was not meeting the other's eyes as he spoke. As he finished, he lowered his gaze to hers, knowing they would give nothing away to either Crystal or his other companions, although he was secretly, ridiculously, a little nervous of what she would reply.

Crystal Heart · 03-31-2004, 08:35 PM

Crystal looked up at Atharen in surprise. He was asking her to ride with him, something that she wanted to do very much. She would be in the closet proximity of him. Her heart raced and her face flushed.

"That makes perfect sense. I was going to walk beside my stallion so he wouldn't tire when Ferethor needed him. He refused my offer. I accept your offer, Atharen," Crystal replied.

She took a step backward and tried to figure out a way that she could ride. Would she ride behind or in front of him? She had no idea. She had never rode a horse with someone else before and especially not a man that held her very thoughts. She looked up at the horse and felt very small and swallowed hard. I must look like such an idiot, just standing here, Crystal thought sadly. Her red face deepened in color. She wanted to sink into the ground, but she stood there and hoped that Atharen would save her from her embarrasement.

03-29-2004, 06:49 AM	#2
Crystal Heart Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Rohan Posts: 568	Crystal heard Maen tell them to ride. She looked over at Ferethor. He was still injured and she assumed he was still in pain. She took her horse's nose and made the horse look at her. "Now listen to me. I know you haven't had much time to get use to any of us. But there is a man that needs you to carry him much more then I need you. Be gentle with him," Crystal said softly. The horse snorted and gave a type of nod which Crystal guessed as he understood. She took the reigns and brought the horse over to Ferethor. "I know you must be in pain. Please, take my horse. It won't hurt me to walk a while," Crystal said as she put the reigns in his hand. With that she turned away quickly, so he couldn't object and hurried off towards the others. Last edited by piosenniel; 03-30-2004 at 11:02 AM.

03-30-2004, 08:26 AM	#3
Eorl of Rohan Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Seoul, South Korea Posts: 602	The automn-stained leaves overhanging the glade were swaying with the breeze as if waving them on. Each of them seemed to be wrought in living flame as it met the full ray of the sun, sparkling like gems of many different hue and shapes. "Crystal..." Captain Ferethor called out and quelled his impulsive anger and resentment directly that did credit to his control, seeing as he was proud. He continued when she looked back. “I thank you for taking thought for me, lass, but I am as healed as I am likely to be for weeks - and I will not take any favor from you, be it great or small. Therefore take your horse! We will have weary and long travail ahead of our journey and we wouldn’t have you straggle behind if you had to walk on foot and couldn’t catch up with us. As for myself, I’ve been through harder marches.” “Besides…” And at this Ferethor smiled half-heartedly in an attempt for lightness as he handed the rein back to Crystal with nonechalance. “I think this horse likes you better then myself, for that matter.” Last edited by piosenniel; 03-30-2004 at 11:02 AM.

03-31-2004, 02:27 PM	#5
Amanaduial the archer Shadow of Starlight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: dancing among the ledgerlines... Posts: 2,347	Atharen Atharen looked up sharply as Crystal laughed. The sound was like intangible water, like immaterial gold flowing through the air...a few lines of a song sung by a sweet voiced minstrel who had once passed through his mother's Inn came to Atharen's mind as he looked at Crystal. The lady of the wood is fair of face, And gold spun fine around it flows. Fair and chaste, her voice is pure, She sings as nightingale in midnight grove. Fair and chaste, her voice is pure. Fair and chaste, her heart is yours... The ranger blinked as the last line crept up on him by surprise, and he very nearly blushed at the foolish thought. Daft and fanciful, your mind is, fool, he remanded himself, then grinned slightly. As the company began to move, Atharen moved his mare forward to Crystal's side and bent slightly in his saddle to speak from a few inches above her head. "My Lady Crystal," he murmured, and she spun around, shocked. Atharen continued, unphased, his dark eyes unmoved. "Crystal, you cannot walk whilst we ride." "I am strong enough, Atharen," she replied proudly, and subconciously straightened up slightly, her chin rising: every inch the daughter of a warrior. I do not doubt it, he replied mentally, but aloud said, "Aye, but 'tis impractical to wear you out: if we were to be attacked again you would be of no use and would not be able to get away to help Maen either. My mare can carry two - will you join me?" His logical reasoning made it seem like purely a practical arrangement, but for once Atharen was not meeting the other's eyes as he spoke. As he finished, he lowered his gaze to hers, knowing they would give nothing away to either Crystal or his other companions, although he was secretly, ridiculously, a little nervous of what she would reply. Last edited by Amanaduial the archer; 04-01-2004 at 09:17 AM.

03-29-2004, 12:31 AM	#1
Eorl of Rohan Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Seoul, South Korea Posts: 602	The noon sun was straying towards the ground again by the time all assembled in the camp and readied themselves for the nect part of the great journey that lay hid ahead. Ferethor broke off a dry branch for lack of anything else to do. Dead beechen leaves showered down from the stick as Ferethor cast it afar into the forest with a flick of his wrist. The shoulder seemed decently mended, at least enough to move it with ease, and it amazed him that it should heal so quickly when last time he recieved an arrow he wandered long in the threshold of death. "By the Valarukar!" Ferethor swore softly when he felt for his blade and found it not. "Damn the fate, I've left it at the scene of battle. No use going back for it now... No use..." He was not a person who tarried with trifles. Maen slung himself over her steed Hittai who persisted in jumping about like a pony, crying, "We ride now." A shadow passed over Ferethor's expression at that, as Maen had used the word 'ride' and he was not sure he could keep up with the company on foot in this status. But he shrugged nonechalantly as he knelt to check his bootlaces before leaving. Let tomorrow remain tomorrow!

03-31-2004, 11:41 AM	#4
Crystal Heart Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Rohan Posts: 568	Crystal nodded and let out a soft, light laugh that seemed to ring through the forest. She bowed her head at Ferethor. "If you insist. I'm sure the horse does like me better. At any time you want my horse, I will gladly walk. I'm not unuse to enormous amounts of walking. I've been walking around, trying to hide from General Dorian's men for over two years. A little more walking wouldn't hurt me. Please remember that my offer will stay for as long as you may need it," Crystal said. She patted the horse's face and jumped up into the saddle. She smiled at Ferethor then coaxed the stallion forward. It was different for her to have let out that laugh, that much she knew. She hadn't laughed since over five years. She wasn't one that ever had the opportunity to laugh at any occassion. It had felt so wonderful to laugh once again. She had forgotten about laughter. She made a concious effort to try to laugh once again. There had been too much pain and sorrow in her life. There had to be time for laughter and happiness once again.

03-31-2004, 08:35 PM	#6
Crystal Heart Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Rohan Posts: 568	Crystal looked up at Atharen in surprise. He was asking her to ride with him, something that she wanted to do very much. She would be in the closet proximity of him. Her heart raced and her face flushed. "That makes perfect sense. I was going to walk beside my stallion so he wouldn't tire when Ferethor needed him. He refused my offer. I accept your offer, Atharen," Crystal replied. She took a step backward and tried to figure out a way that she could ride. Would she ride behind or in front of him? She had no idea. She had never rode a horse with someone else before and especially not a man that held her very thoughts. She looked up at the horse and felt very small and swallowed hard. I must look like such an idiot, just standing here, Crystal thought sadly. Her red face deepened in color. She wanted to sink into the ground, but she stood there and hoped that Atharen would save her from her embarrasement.