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Folwren · 12-15-2010, 09:08 AM

Of the leaders of the column, it was only Thornden who recognized the small rider, and only he turned his head as they thundered past the hobbit and pony. Falco was dwarfed to such a degree by the huge Rohirrim horses and their armed riders that he seemed even less of stature than he really was. A glance as they passed was all that Thornden was going to give the hobbit. Greetings would have to wait until they returned to the hall, for he guessed that was where Falco was heading. That backwards look, though, was enough to show Thornden the sudden falling away of several soldiers. The line was broken; discipline slipped again.

“My lord,” Thornden said, turning to Athanar and raising his voice enough to be heard above the horses’ hooves. “Some of the men have fallen out. I am going back to see they are put back in order.”

Athanar just nodded, and Thornden immediately wheeled his horse about, stepping out of the way of the oncoming riders. He cantered back, passing the rows of men until he came to the tattered tail-end of the riders.

“Reform the line,” he shouted, as he passed the hesitating riders at the end. “Get back into the line,” he repeated as he drew near those soldiers who had actually left. “What do you think you’re doing!” he said, not at all expecting an answer. He glared especially at Hilderinc, a soldier he knew to be experienced and well disciplined. His eye caught Quin’s, and his stern expression did not relent when he saw the young man’s sheepishness. The soldiers turned their horses quickly and without a word caught up with the retreating column and took their places once more. “You, too, Léofric,” Thornden added, as Léof hesitated by Falco’s pony.

“Back to your old mischief making again, I see, Falco,” Thornden said, as he turned his horse to rejoin Athanar and Coenred. “I have no doubt I’ll see you this evening at the Hall.” And without waiting for a retort from the hobbit, which he was sure Falco would formulate just as quick as he could, Thornden allowed his horse to gallop again to the head of the line.

12-15-2010, 09:08 AM	#837
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Of the leaders of the column, it was only Thornden who recognized the small rider, and only he turned his head as they thundered past the hobbit and pony. Falco was dwarfed to such a degree by the huge Rohirrim horses and their armed riders that he seemed even less of stature than he really was. A glance as they passed was all that Thornden was going to give the hobbit. Greetings would have to wait until they returned to the hall, for he guessed that was where Falco was heading. That backwards look, though, was enough to show Thornden the sudden falling away of several soldiers. The line was broken; discipline slipped again. “My lord,” Thornden said, turning to Athanar and raising his voice enough to be heard above the horses’ hooves. “Some of the men have fallen out. I am going back to see they are put back in order.” Athanar just nodded, and Thornden immediately wheeled his horse about, stepping out of the way of the oncoming riders. He cantered back, passing the rows of men until he came to the tattered tail-end of the riders. “Reform the line,” he shouted, as he passed the hesitating riders at the end. “Get back into the line,” he repeated as he drew near those soldiers who had actually left. “What do you think you’re doing!” he said, not at all expecting an answer. He glared especially at Hilderinc, a soldier he knew to be experienced and well disciplined. His eye caught Quin’s, and his stern expression did not relent when he saw the young man’s sheepishness. The soldiers turned their horses quickly and without a word caught up with the retreating column and took their places once more. “You, too, Léofric,” Thornden added, as Léof hesitated by Falco’s pony. “Back to your old mischief making again, I see, Falco,” Thornden said, as he turned his horse to rejoin Athanar and Coenred. “I have no doubt I’ll see you this evening at the Hall.” And without waiting for a retort from the hobbit, which he was sure Falco would formulate just as quick as he could, Thornden allowed his horse to gallop again to the head of the line.