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piosenniel · 10-12-2002, 12:44 PM

***** DALE-Jarl *****

It was the evening of the second day, and the odd party of travelers from the south found themselves making camp near dusk. A great wide plain spread westward from the shadow Mountains, with islands of vegetation dotted here and there where water was available.

It was at one of these inviting sites that Jarl called for a halt for the day. They had pushed their mounts to put distance between themselves and the city, and now the poor beasts were tired.

The riders dismounted, took the equipment from the oliphaunts, and left them to forage. Jarl pulled a wineskin from his baggage and took a long pull on it, passing it to his companions. 'All this talk of wine had me thirsty for a taste of it!' he grinned. 'Gramil and I will gather some wood for a small cooking fire.' he said, winking at Gramil while passing the skin of wine back to him. He turned to the two young men 'I noticed that you both brought short bows. Could we prevail upon you to find a little fresh meat for us, O Mighty Hunters?

Garlin and Ethar were glad to be stretching their muscles. They waved good-bye and set off, bows in hand.

Gramil busied himself with making a small fire, while Jarl filled a pot with water and set it over the flames. When it came to a gentle boil, he put in some of their dried vegetables and spices and a dash of wine for good measure. He dragged his saddle over and sat on it, giving the broth an occasional stir. Gramil, sprawled at his ease on the other side of the fire.

'About your question,' he began, passing the wine to Gramil, 'of why Dale would be interested in where the Kings of Harad have gone.' Gramil opened one eye and looked Jarl's way, expectantly. 'I had heard through various sources that a messenger had come to the Harad courts with an invitation from the new King Elessar to attend upon him. Is this true?' He hurried on before Gramil could speak. 'If it is so, then Dale must also have received this message and has sent someone to Minas Anor. I cannot think who Bard might have sent, but I know had I been there it would be me travelling to represent Dale to the High King.' He looked at Gramil and held his gaze. 'When is this meeting, can you tell me?'

10-12-2002, 12:44 PM	#219
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*** DALE-Jarl *** It was the evening of the second day, and the odd party of travelers from the south found themselves making camp near dusk. A great wide plain spread westward from the shadow Mountains, with islands of vegetation dotted here and there where water was available. It was at one of these inviting sites that Jarl called for a halt for the day. They had pushed their mounts to put distance between themselves and the city, and now the poor beasts were tired. The riders dismounted, took the equipment from the oliphaunts, and left them to forage. Jarl pulled a wineskin from his baggage and took a long pull on it, passing it to his companions. 'All this talk of wine had me thirsty for a taste of it!' he grinned. 'Gramil and I will gather some wood for a small cooking fire.' he said, winking at Gramil while passing the skin of wine back to him. He turned to the two young men 'I noticed that you both brought short bows. Could we prevail upon you to find a little fresh meat for us, O Mighty Hunters? Garlin and Ethar were glad to be stretching their muscles. They waved good-bye and set off, bows in hand. Gramil busied himself with making a small fire, while Jarl filled a pot with water and set it over the flames. When it came to a gentle boil, he put in some of their dried vegetables and spices and a dash of wine for good measure. He dragged his saddle over and sat on it, giving the broth an occasional stir. Gramil, sprawled at his ease on the other side of the fire. 'About your question,' he began, passing the wine to Gramil, 'of why Dale would be interested in where the Kings of Harad have gone.' Gramil opened one eye and looked Jarl's way, expectantly. 'I had heard through various sources that a messenger had come to the Harad courts with an invitation from the new King Elessar to attend upon him. Is this true?' He hurried on before Gramil could speak. 'If it is so, then Dale must also have received this message and has sent someone to Minas Anor. I cannot think who Bard might have sent, but I know had I been there it would be me travelling to represent Dale to the High King.' He looked at Gramil and held his gaze. 'When is this meeting, can you tell me?' __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.