Castle Maladil - RPG - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

piosenniel · 01-30-2003, 05:17 AM

'Tall and green ...
Leaves full and fair, ...
their voices ring, ...
The glittering of light ...
cold autumn's glow. ...
Cold skies turn dark, ...
no more is the spring mirth . . .

His voice was beginning to fade for her, and soon she could hear nothing but the sound of Gandalf’s conversation. Her eyes glanced up to where Bird had gone, hoping to catch sight of her friend. But, she could not find her anywhere.

Holly watched as Gandalf dipped into his pouch and gave the rods to the now unseen hands. It was growing darker and she was beginning to grow uneasy as the eastward reaching shadows grew longer. Her eyes swept to the gate on the north side by which the wizard had entered.

Taking her picture of Kenelm and the harp, she placed it carefully on the stone bench, and bowing once, went quickly out the gate. She ran, then, toward the path she and the wizard had come down, her heart pounding. Out of breath, she stopped and leaned against a slender rowan tree, her feet balancing on the out thrust root. She stood there, feeling her heart pound in her chest, as she rethought her desire to enter the castle grounds with the group. ‘Bird!’ she whispered. ‘Where have you gone?’

A single winged seed spun down before her face, fluttering like some child’s toy to the ground. ‘Right here, Holly.’ came the voice from the tree, whispery, like the wind through its leaves. ‘Mind stepping off my root? Feels like you’ve gotten a little heftier!’

The tree shifted, and Holly’s feet slipped from her perch, causing her to tumble unceremoniously into the dirt.

01-30-2003, 05:17 AM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	'Tall and green ... Leaves full and fair, ... their voices ring, ... The glittering of light ... cold autumn's glow. ... Cold skies turn dark, ... no more is the spring mirth . . . His voice was beginning to fade for her, and soon she could hear nothing but the sound of Gandalf’s conversation. Her eyes glanced up to where Bird had gone, hoping to catch sight of her friend. But, she could not find her anywhere. Holly watched as Gandalf dipped into his pouch and gave the rods to the now unseen hands. It was growing darker and she was beginning to grow uneasy as the eastward reaching shadows grew longer. Her eyes swept to the gate on the north side by which the wizard had entered. Taking her picture of Kenelm and the harp, she placed it carefully on the stone bench, and bowing once, went quickly out the gate. She ran, then, toward the path she and the wizard had come down, her heart pounding. Out of breath, she stopped and leaned against a slender rowan tree, her feet balancing on the out thrust root. She stood there, feeling her heart pound in her chest, as she rethought her desire to enter the castle grounds with the group. ‘Bird!’ she whispered. ‘Where have you gone?’ A single winged seed spun down before her face, fluttering like some child’s toy to the ground. ‘Right here, Holly.’ came the voice from the tree, whispery, like the wind through its leaves. ‘Mind stepping off my root? Feels like you’ve gotten a little heftier!’ The tree shifted, and Holly’s feet slipped from her perch, causing her to tumble unceremoniously into the dirt. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.