Post by ~Tom~ on Aug 31, 2005 1:57:06 GMT
A man hooded and fair who had trodden many paths to get here, had gone through death and waiting to return , the emissary of the Valar, sent back to do many a task . His first was to find the body of an old friend.
From the Harbor of Harlond had he arrived, rembodied , what must of been a month or 2 in this world , was a dozen years in the halls of waiting , his view on things had changed, that wernt the only thing , some that recongnized would have a harder time now , for his body is buried in Mirkwood and this was a new one the valar presented to him, one of a dunedain in which he is a decendant from.
Finally it had taken him little time to get here, his last obstickle was but a mountain to climb . He looked up high and muttered to himself " The body had to be some where impossible to reach , do they like tutoring me with hard tasks such as these" Slowly he reached up and grabbed a ridge in the rock and pulled himself up , many hours it took until he reached a plateu there he rested , looking over the mountians and at Fangorn then the spire of orthanc, its black stone gleaming in the sun , a marker of the height of numenor when its power was great before its downfall.Then the red sun went over the mountains, and the silvewr stars shone sone into the sky .Then once again he stood and walked until he came to a cave, he raised his brow then mutter some words and held his hand high and a like issued forth form it and lit the way as if it was day light.
He walked what seemed like to be and hour until he came to the place.
From the Harbor of Harlond had he arrived, rembodied , what must of been a month or 2 in this world , was a dozen years in the halls of waiting , his view on things had changed, that wernt the only thing , some that recongnized would have a harder time now , for his body is buried in Mirkwood and this was a new one the valar presented to him, one of a dunedain in which he is a decendant from.
Finally it had taken him little time to get here, his last obstickle was but a mountain to climb . He looked up high and muttered to himself " The body had to be some where impossible to reach , do they like tutoring me with hard tasks such as these" Slowly he reached up and grabbed a ridge in the rock and pulled himself up , many hours it took until he reached a plateu there he rested , looking over the mountians and at Fangorn then the spire of orthanc, its black stone gleaming in the sun , a marker of the height of numenor when its power was great before its downfall.Then the red sun went over the mountains, and the silvewr stars shone sone into the sky .Then once again he stood and walked until he came to a cave, he raised his brow then mutter some words and held his hand high and a like issued forth form it and lit the way as if it was day light.
He walked what seemed like to be and hour until he came to the place.
