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Envinyatar · 05-25-2003, 01:14 PM

The map was burned into his memory, but he took it from her anyway, and listened to her words. Rhûnnaro reined in his mount, and got down. The slaves gathered round, keeping a certain distance from him. He motioned them closer, and crouched down, spreading the map on the ground.

‘This is where Tenzin and I are bound. Here where the Shadow Mountains narrow and the river runs down from the mountains to The Harad Road.’ His finger tapped lightly at a point just south of their present position. ‘We will not follow the river once we have left the mountains, but will cut straight west, through Southern Ithilien until we reach The Great River, the Anduin.’

He looked up at Fionel to see if she were following his line of thought. She traced with her slim finger the route to the crossing at Pelargir and then moved north to Minas Tirith.

‘Yes, we should be safe there, on the western side of the Anduin’ he told her. His finger took up the route she had followed and continued it on north, moving east through Northern Ithilien, coming to rest just northeast of the Eastern Sea, in the steppes of Rhûn. 'We will stop in Minas Tirith only long enough to rest and replenish our supplies, then we are bound through the Brown Lands to our home, here at the eastern borders of these plains, in the foothills of the great mountains.’

He watched her face as he spoke, picking up a fleeting expression of hope and then hesitancy.

‘We will see you to Minas Tirith if that is your desire, to travel with us.’ He paused for a moment considering his next words. ‘You had not thought beyond escape, had you? What will you do when you are in that great stone city. Who will take you in? Have you family there to see to you?’

She looked uncomfortable at the question. ‘No need to answer that now. But is something you should consider. You would not wish to trade slavery of one sort for slavery of another.’

He stood and rolling the map returned it to her. Mounting his horse, he motioned them forward, taking them back swiftly to where Tenzin and Turos waited.

[ May 27, 2003: Message edited by: Envinyatar ]

05-25-2003, 01:14 PM	#109
Envinyatar Quill Revenant Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Wandering through the Downs..... Posts: 849	The map was burned into his memory, but he took it from her anyway, and listened to her words. Rhûnnaro reined in his mount, and got down. The slaves gathered round, keeping a certain distance from him. He motioned them closer, and crouched down, spreading the map on the ground. ‘This is where Tenzin and I are bound. Here where the Shadow Mountains narrow and the river runs down from the mountains to The Harad Road.’ His finger tapped lightly at a point just south of their present position. ‘We will not follow the river once we have left the mountains, but will cut straight west, through Southern Ithilien until we reach The Great River, the Anduin.’ He looked up at Fionel to see if she were following his line of thought. She traced with her slim finger the route to the crossing at Pelargir and then moved north to Minas Tirith. ‘Yes, we should be safe there, on the western side of the Anduin’ he told her. His finger took up the route she had followed and continued it on north, moving east through Northern Ithilien, coming to rest just northeast of the Eastern Sea, in the steppes of Rhûn. 'We will stop in Minas Tirith only long enough to rest and replenish our supplies, then we are bound through the Brown Lands to our home, here at the eastern borders of these plains, in the foothills of the great mountains.’ He watched her face as he spoke, picking up a fleeting expression of hope and then hesitancy. ‘We will see you to Minas Tirith if that is your desire, to travel with us.’ He paused for a moment considering his next words. ‘You had not thought beyond escape, had you? What will you do when you are in that great stone city. Who will take you in? Have you family there to see to you?’ She looked uncomfortable at the question. ‘No need to answer that now. But is something you should consider. You would not wish to trade slavery of one sort for slavery of another.’ He stood and rolling the map returned it to her. Mounting his horse, he motioned them forward, taking them back swiftly to where Tenzin and Turos waited. [ May 27, 2003: Message edited by: Envinyatar ] __________________ ‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’ – Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'