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Child of the 7th Age · 08-01-2002, 01:59 PM

Despite the length of the flight, there was little talk or interaction of any kind between the mounted riders. Each member of the party seemed locked inside their own thoughts and dreams.

Child could feel Rose's small body seated just behind her. Despite the young hobbit's heavy skirts and shawl, the girl was shivering and had pressed herself against Child's back and neck in a vain attempt to conserve warmth. A few of Elbereth's stars glittered dimly in the heavens above. All else was dark and bleak.

Child wondered whether the wintry conditions were also unpleasant for the Elf who had dressed in such light garments. She guessed not, since her kind seemed far more immune to extremes of heat and cold. Pio's eyes appeared to be fixed on the distant horizon with little indication that she was even aware of the bitter chill which invaded the small frames of the hobbit folk.

Angara began wending steadily more eastward as the chain of hills swung inward to meet the Firth of Drengist. Child raised herself up on her heels to peer over Pio's shoulder. Down below, and ahead in their flight path, lay the gigantic gorge called Cirith Ninniach in Sindarin, or 'rainbow cleft' in the common tongue. From here, running northward, Child caught her first glimpse of the Ered Lomin or 'echoing mountains'. For one instant, Child wished she could go down and see if sounds echoed through these slopes as loudly as others had suggested. But there was no time for that now.

The Ered Lomin ran towards the northwest to form the western border of Hithlum. Their own path, however, would soon veer far more sharply to the east.

In a single instant, the dragon came to a halt in mid-air, hovering on a single point. The crow who had valiantly kept up with Angara's rapid strokes came colliding into the tail of the dragon. For an instant, she alit on the topside of the winged wyrm, then swung out and slowly began circling around, making a complete circuit from tail to nose and back again.

The dragon lowered his head and nodded towards the east, to indicate that it was time to change their course. Until now, flying over coastal waters, they had little fear of meeting any hostile forces. But, the instant they began to fly over land, the probability of being seen increased and, with it, a heightened sense of danger. Child wondered to herself if Mithadan would send out the crow to scout out the terrain below.

Child found her own breath, with its icy puffs of mist, catching within her throat. Her lungs cried out for more air. But, she admitted to herself, there was still another cause for her labored breathing. They were here. They were really here in First Age Beleriand, and Gondolin lay ahead.

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OOC -- If I have got any of this geography wrong, please advise and I will edit these last two posts.

[ August 01, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

08-01-2002, 01:59 PM	#384
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Despite the length of the flight, there was little talk or interaction of any kind between the mounted riders. Each member of the party seemed locked inside their own thoughts and dreams. Child could feel Rose's small body seated just behind her. Despite the young hobbit's heavy skirts and shawl, the girl was shivering and had pressed herself against Child's back and neck in a vain attempt to conserve warmth. A few of Elbereth's stars glittered dimly in the heavens above. All else was dark and bleak. Child wondered whether the wintry conditions were also unpleasant for the Elf who had dressed in such light garments. She guessed not, since her kind seemed far more immune to extremes of heat and cold. Pio's eyes appeared to be fixed on the distant horizon with little indication that she was even aware of the bitter chill which invaded the small frames of the hobbit folk. Angara began wending steadily more eastward as the chain of hills swung inward to meet the Firth of Drengist. Child raised herself up on her heels to peer over Pio's shoulder. Down below, and ahead in their flight path, lay the gigantic gorge called Cirith Ninniach in Sindarin, or 'rainbow cleft' in the common tongue. From here, running northward, Child caught her first glimpse of the Ered Lomin or 'echoing mountains'. For one instant, Child wished she could go down and see if sounds echoed through these slopes as loudly as others had suggested. But there was no time for that now. The Ered Lomin ran towards the northwest to form the western border of Hithlum. Their own path, however, would soon veer far more sharply to the east. In a single instant, the dragon came to a halt in mid-air, hovering on a single point. The crow who had valiantly kept up with Angara's rapid strokes came colliding into the tail of the dragon. For an instant, she alit on the topside of the winged wyrm, then swung out and slowly began circling around, making a complete circuit from tail to nose and back again. The dragon lowered his head and nodded towards the east, to indicate that it was time to change their course. Until now, flying over coastal waters, they had little fear of meeting any hostile forces. But, the instant they began to fly over land, the probability of being seen increased and, with it, a heightened sense of danger. Child wondered to herself if Mithadan would send out the crow to scout out the terrain below. Child found her own breath, with its icy puffs of mist, catching within her throat. Her lungs cried out for more air. But, she admitted to herself, there was still another cause for her labored breathing. They were here. They were really here in First Age Beleriand, and Gondolin lay ahead. _____________________________________________ OOC -- If I have got any of this geography wrong, please advise and I will edit these last two posts. [ August 01, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.