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Old 07-19-2004, 04:18 PM   #114
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White Tree The ride to the north

Arathorn wasted no time in getting a horse. "Come men!" Arathorn said to the rangers, who were all looking at Owacyn. "He can handle himself! Let's get some horses, and set the rest free" Arathorn said, pointing to a group of horses. Coming to a dark red horse, Arathorn began to approach slowly. The horse was very calm, and didn't notice Arathorn at all. Taking a deep breath, Arathorn placed one hand on the horse, and began to stroke. Making a slight movement, the horse shivered, but then calmed. Taking an even deeper breath, Arathorn gulped, and climbed upon the horse.

Some of the men were having harder time. The twins hopped on two white horses very easily while Hanindur fell off once. After everyone was on a horse, Arathorn looked at Owacyn, who was standing over Ulfang's body. "Come Owacyn! Time is short!" Hanindur said, pointing to a horse. Quickly, Owacyn picked out one of the imprisoned horses, and tried to get on.

It was a sad scene. The horse and the man had completly different points of views. The first time Owacyn approached, the horse lightly bucked him. "Why you good for nothing-" but Owacyn stopped. The horse was running away. "Owacyn, just grab another! There's tons!" Elladan said. "No, it's gotta be this one!" And running across the bridge, Owacyn tried to catch the horse. The others followed for about a mile, until Owacyn became so tired he could chase no longer. After all, the fight with Ulfang had taken a lot of energy out of him.

"That's it!" Arathorn said, riding up to the horse the color of space. Speaking someting in elvish, the horse slowly calmed down. "Try now." Arathorn said, offering the horse. Slowly climbing up, Owacyn got on his horse. "Finally!" Elrohir said, riding his horse alongside. Then, into the sun, the travelers rode north, to glory and death.

Traveling all across Arnor, they slew many orcs. From North, South, East, and West, they fought. It was rather quick, except for one skirmish in Weathertop, where Arathorn nearly died. Then, after about a month of riding, Arathorn looked up into the horizon and saw something he never thought he would. "Look!" Arathorn said, pointing to a small black dot. After about 10 minutes, that tower got bigger and bigger. Then, after an hour, they were within reach of Arathorn's final destination. Angmar. "We camp here tonight!" Arathorn said, getting off his horse! "Tomorrow, we break the doors, and find what mysteries lie in the dungeons of the Witch King's lair."
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