Brotherhood, A Story from the Last Alliance:RPG thread

[Daniel Telcontar]

The dawn came, and Isildur stood an a small hill, facing the thousands of troops gathered on the plains south of Rivendell. The many tents had been removed, and his soldiers stood, ready for march. Again, a sensation rose in him as he saw their many faces, faces with determination and valor. Each of them stood without making a move, clutching his weapons. They knew what were ahead of them, yet none broke the quietness by moving, not even allowing his expression to change. Isildur walked down, between their ranks, and now and then nodded when he recognised a veteran of earlier wars. These men would bright up and smile, their faces shining with pride, knowing that the King remembered them. Their morale increased, their hearts making ready to die for their King.

Next to his own men, Gil-galad's troops were gathered. Clad in his silver armour, Gil-galad was a splendid sight, fully earning his name "Radiant Star", and even Isildur had to work not to bow low when their gazes met. Instead he turned around, and continued his own inspection. Gil-galad turned and looked at Elendil, who sat mounted with his knights, and both made a small bow, and smiled at his ally.

Finally Isildur reached Arthain's regiment, and he recognised the captain. He stopped in front of him, and delivered a last message.
"Soon, you will depart with the elven escort. When you arrive in Loth-lorien, join your group south of the river Nimrodel. If you do not know where that place is, I do not doubt your elven friends can show you the place."

The emphasis on the words elven friends were hard to catch, but Arthain caught it. And he did not doubt why Isildur had spoken thus. But before he could respond, the King had moved on, not knowing the turmoil he left in his young captain's heart.

[ June 22, 2003: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]