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Daniel Telcontar · 07-06-2003, 05:43 AM

The army advanced slowly, now having their destination within sight. Loth-lórien was nearby, and soon the Alliance would set up their last camp until they marched towards the enemy.

Elendil looked around. The many númenorians marched along in a steady pace, a great force that made the earth tremble beneath them. Not far from them the elves marched along in a more graceful way, almost fleeting on the ground. They were a more mixed sight; the noldor and sindar elves of Lindon and Rivendell together with the green-clad silvan elves of Mirkwood.

His gaze found Gil-galad who was laughing, apparently at something Thranduil had said. He and his father rode next to the High King, and they could have appeared to be friends on a picnic, were it not for the armour and weapons they bore.

Elendil did not know whether to join them or not; perhaps they would not like to be have his company forced on them. But then he smiled of his foolish thoughts. Why should the elves entertain such thoughts?

He slowed the pace of his horse until Gil-galad, Oropher and Thranduil caught up with him, and soon they were engaged in a lively discussion of hunting. Elendil enjoyed himself, and unknowningly he sat an example for his men, who also began conversations with their elven allies.

But the merry moods were disturbed when Gil-galad suddenly shivered, as if a cold wind had hit him. But it was a hot day, and Elendil did not understand why Gil-galad's face turned pale. One look at Oropher and Thranduil's puzzled faces told him at they didn't have a clue either.

"What is the matter?" Elendil asked worried. He knew that elves was never struck by disease, and this seemed like a mystery.
"Something is wrong. In the noble families of the noldor, we can feel when something is amiss with our kinsfolk. But, let not your hearts be troubled by this."

Slowly, the tension was removed and conversation was begun again. Gil-galad did not reveal, however, that he feared something had gone wrong with the escort, and he became eager to reach Loth-lórien in hope of meeting the escort there.

[ July 08, 2003: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]

07-06-2003, 05:43 AM	#106
Daniel Telcontar Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2002 Location: Denmark Posts: 713	The army advanced slowly, now having their destination within sight. Loth-lórien was nearby, and soon the Alliance would set up their last camp until they marched towards the enemy. Elendil looked around. The many númenorians marched along in a steady pace, a great force that made the earth tremble beneath them. Not far from them the elves marched along in a more graceful way, almost fleeting on the ground. They were a more mixed sight; the noldor and sindar elves of Lindon and Rivendell together with the green-clad silvan elves of Mirkwood. His gaze found Gil-galad who was laughing, apparently at something Thranduil had said. He and his father rode next to the High King, and they could have appeared to be friends on a picnic, were it not for the armour and weapons they bore. Elendil did not know whether to join them or not; perhaps they would not like to be have his company forced on them. But then he smiled of his foolish thoughts. Why should the elves entertain such thoughts? He slowed the pace of his horse until Gil-galad, Oropher and Thranduil caught up with him, and soon they were engaged in a lively discussion of hunting. Elendil enjoyed himself, and unknowningly he sat an example for his men, who also began conversations with their elven allies. But the merry moods were disturbed when Gil-galad suddenly shivered, as if a cold wind had hit him. But it was a hot day, and Elendil did not understand why Gil-galad's face turned pale. One look at Oropher and Thranduil's puzzled faces told him at they didn't have a clue either. "What is the matter?" Elendil asked worried. He knew that elves was never struck by disease, and this seemed like a mystery. "Something is wrong. In the noble families of the noldor, we can feel when something is amiss with our kinsfolk. But, let not your hearts be troubled by this." Slowly, the tension was removed and conversation was begun again. Gil-galad did not reveal, however, that he feared something had gone wrong with the escort, and he became eager to reach Loth-lórien in hope of meeting the escort there. [ July 08, 2003: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ] __________________ Two beer or not two beer, that is the question; by Shakesbeer