| The night... |
 The night... | Sep. 18th, 2003 @ 10:57 pm  |
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Under the cover of darkness a lone rider speeds out towards the empty battlefeilds which lie between Mordor and Gondor. She slows almost too a halt near the center, pausing to look around quickly before she allows her large black horse to walk slowly over the ground. Her clothing, which looks a deep red, almost maroon in the pale light flows behind her slightly. It's the only thing affected by the soft breeze which moves opposite as she.
As she looks around, she notices the signs of the great battle which happened in this place not long before. The smell of ashes still lingers. It is all that remains of the fallen forces of evil. Men, orcs, wolves, even wraiths... Many were lost to the place. She stops momentarily, between two large mounds. There are others like them, dotting the great feild here and there. The rider bows her head and tips her large hat as she does so. These were the graves of free men. Mass graves, with just enough ceremony to settle their souls, and just enough speed to keep disease from spreading among the fallen carcasses. There were many here. It was a great loss of life. She could see that even after the fact.
Turning quickly at a noise, she decides it is not wise to stay here any longer. The rider removes a large staff from the side of her saddle and sets off at a fast gallop, heading towards the city of Gondor. Once there, she takes rest in a small inn, which, she has noticed, houses many men from other places. Wanting to avoid too much attention, she goes in through the back, securing herself a room that's high up, in a place with few occupants still.
She retires to her room quickly and lights a candle. She removes a book from her pocket and begins to write.
I have reached Gondor, and I see that they have defeated the darkness. I rode along the battlefeild tonight. Much life was lost, and it pains me to see it so, even though I did not know anyone or spend much time in Middle Earth. It must hurt Era and the Vala too. So many of their creations are lost in battles such as this, but at least the darkness was defeated.
I suppose I should detail some of how I came here, but I will be vague. It is not something everyone needs to know, and I do not know who may be reading this.
It started many years ago. Eru chose among the Istari three to go, but three more ended up joining the party. I was the last, and they did not really know about me until halfway there. Rieka the Red was not supposed to go. I'll admit that I went without being asked, but the lure of Middle Earth was too great at the time. It would seem that I was wrong, though, and not meant to go with the others of my race. I got... sidetracked shortly after they discovered I had joined them and have been elsewhere until now.
I finally make it here, only to witness the receding of a great darkness. Sauron must have risen again, I can tell from the look and feel of it all. My curiosity was sparked, and I rode with all haste here, to Gondor. Now that I am in Gondor, I see the great toll that the war has taken. Sauron was a mistake. He should never have been created. But I guess there was a plan involved, and at least all worked out. The people here are free.
I am gladd this is so. Had Sauron won here, I would have been left without a place to explore. Now, I have a whole free place to look at. Still, the effect of the aftermath could cause more trouble before peace settles in. Perhaps I can help with that. A little magic can cheer people up if used the correct way, but I will think about that later.
Soon, I will come out of hiding in this inn, and I will find out what is going on now. But that is something for another day. I should rest first.
Rieka closes the book, placing it back inside her robes. Standing, she picks up her staff and leaves the room. She goes down the back stairs to stop in the kitchen for a bit of food.Current Mood:  accomplished |
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