Sorlas's horse impatiently stamped it's hoof and snorted, "it wont be long now" he whispered, bending forward a little to pat him affectioniatly.
"My rangers, let's ride now as the bird flys!"
"See boy, I said it would not be long" Tėlpetal snorted and without any coaxing they fell in behind Islist and Elleraden.
Sorlas felt a rush of excitement as they started on their mission, he was both proud and honoured to be riding to the aid of the cheiftain and leader of his people. As they Rode He Sang loud and clearly.
"For Gondor and the Dunedain we ride,
For honour and glory we will fight,
Till our foe is defeated
And the lands reunited.
In Aragorn, cheif of the Dunedain,
All hope lies.
When he calls the faithful will ride,
So to Gondor we ride, swift and sure.
To Aid Isildur's heir!"
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"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.
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