As Celebrama cantered down the well-beaten path of the Andrath Greenway Calenoreien sat astride him rocking gracefully in tune to his movements of hoof to earth. Celebrama seemed to have plans of his own this night. His steps were antagonistically quick and light.
“You know we’re not coming back don’t you,” she said in a soft voice to the silver stallion as she reached up to scratch behind his ear. She finished the endearment with a few long strokes to the smoothness of his neck.
“ Well it seems that you are excited about the whole ordeal Celebrama, but I am uncertain about going.”
She sat up straight in her saddle and sighed softly.
“Going into the West sounds wonderful, but what have I done here? I don’t feel complete. And if I go there am I still going to feel the emptiness of not seeing him again?”
She talked to the magnificent beast as if he understood her every word and some times he did. As she traveled through the open grasslands she stared up into the firmament. The stars were so luminous, they made the balmy night sky look like a giant pelt of midnight fabric that had been torn and ripped over the ages and allowed the glorious light beyond the circles of Arda to shine through.
"Ahh, I suppose Celebrama, when we are gone from here we will not be remembered.
As Calenoreien rode through the tall waving grass her eye caught a glint of steel shining in the moonlight about 2 hundred yards away. As she rode down the road she watched a man stagger wearily down the way with a sword in hand.
“ He looks like he might be hurt or sick.”
His clothes were torn and dirty, he looked sickly thin and his hair was disheveled and cast a shadow that would do any Orc justice.
“Hurry on Celebrama, we must help him.”
With that she nudged her horse and he galloped off towards the pitiable looking creature to see what she might do.
[ April 09, 2003: Message edited by: Yavanna Kementari ]
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"Nonetheless they will have need of wood."
Aulë speaking to Yavanna of Dwarves :P to you Aulë
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