Post by RoherynLOTR on Jan 1, 2006 21:43:31 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and the only sounds were the bird songs and the crystalline sounds of a stream gurgling over rocks. Suddenly, breaking the silence was the noise of a set of hoofs galloping, to a stop on top of a hill. The creature they carried was pure white in color with a mane and tail like molten gold. In the middle of its forehead was a horn over two feet in length, pearly white in color, shining with its own brilliance.
The unicorn turned as the sound of more hoofs reached its ears, to see another galloping up the hill. This unicorn, also with a white coat and a shining horn, had a mane and tail the color of little, wispy clouds.
“It is a beautiful day,” commented the first unicorn.
“It seems that it was, but I feel something brewing, Lusterhoof,” replied the second.
The first, whose name was indeed Lusterhoof, asked “What is it then, Cloudmane?”
“I don’t know,” she responded, “but I have an ominous feeling, like something is going to happen.” As they stood contemplating this, clouds rolled in and it started to rain. They watched the drops fall, Lusterhoof thinking about what had been said, Cloudman staring into the distance, a far-away look in her eyes.
* * *
Sitting on the ledge outside her weyr, the beautiful golden dragon stared at the rain that was beginning to thicken. She didn’t even blink when a huge bronze dragon swooped out of almost nowhere to land next to her.
“The elves are becoming more active, Flittong,” the great bronze brute said.
“Really?” was the surprised reply. “They usually don’t stray beyond the borders they set on their lands. Any idea why, Emberclaw?” she asked.
“I haven’t heard what is going on, I only saw them moving over their border while hunting,” Emberclaw replied. Knowing what was going through her friends head, Flittong said “We should find out more before jumping to conclusions.” With that she lifted into the air and winked out of sight. Before following her through the bone-chilling cold of between, Emberclaw heaved a deep sigh, hoping this wouldn’t lead to trouble.
* * *
Tari stood, hidden in the trees, by the border. She was an elven hunter, one of an elite race, extremely skilled in woods-craft, also called the rangers. This border, created by the elves hundreds of years ago, had not been crossed by elven feet since it had come into being.
But now things had changed. Ever since the “fortune teller” had come to the palace, things in the elven kingdom of Riverlon had changed. Said fortune teller appeared to be a normal palm reader, until… but Tari didn’t want to think of that at the moment.
Hearing the whistle of an incoming message from another ranger, she listened closely. An elf was approaching the border. When the elf, covered from head to foot in a cloak with a cowl covering their head, came into sight, Tari picked up her bow and jumped silently onto the path, directly in front of the cloaked elf. A sudden intake of breath told her when her sudden presence was noticed. The hooded elf stopped an arm’s-length in front of Tari.
“What business do you have at the border?” she asked.
“I have my reasons,” the elf said in a familiar voice.
“By order of the queen, no one is to pass the border without permission,” Tari told the stranger.
The unicorn turned as the sound of more hoofs reached its ears, to see another galloping up the hill. This unicorn, also with a white coat and a shining horn, had a mane and tail the color of little, wispy clouds.
“It is a beautiful day,” commented the first unicorn.
“It seems that it was, but I feel something brewing, Lusterhoof,” replied the second.
The first, whose name was indeed Lusterhoof, asked “What is it then, Cloudmane?”
“I don’t know,” she responded, “but I have an ominous feeling, like something is going to happen.” As they stood contemplating this, clouds rolled in and it started to rain. They watched the drops fall, Lusterhoof thinking about what had been said, Cloudman staring into the distance, a far-away look in her eyes.
* * *
Sitting on the ledge outside her weyr, the beautiful golden dragon stared at the rain that was beginning to thicken. She didn’t even blink when a huge bronze dragon swooped out of almost nowhere to land next to her.
“The elves are becoming more active, Flittong,” the great bronze brute said.
“Really?” was the surprised reply. “They usually don’t stray beyond the borders they set on their lands. Any idea why, Emberclaw?” she asked.
“I haven’t heard what is going on, I only saw them moving over their border while hunting,” Emberclaw replied. Knowing what was going through her friends head, Flittong said “We should find out more before jumping to conclusions.” With that she lifted into the air and winked out of sight. Before following her through the bone-chilling cold of between, Emberclaw heaved a deep sigh, hoping this wouldn’t lead to trouble.
* * *
Tari stood, hidden in the trees, by the border. She was an elven hunter, one of an elite race, extremely skilled in woods-craft, also called the rangers. This border, created by the elves hundreds of years ago, had not been crossed by elven feet since it had come into being.
But now things had changed. Ever since the “fortune teller” had come to the palace, things in the elven kingdom of Riverlon had changed. Said fortune teller appeared to be a normal palm reader, until… but Tari didn’t want to think of that at the moment.
Hearing the whistle of an incoming message from another ranger, she listened closely. An elf was approaching the border. When the elf, covered from head to foot in a cloak with a cowl covering their head, came into sight, Tari picked up her bow and jumped silently onto the path, directly in front of the cloaked elf. A sudden intake of breath told her when her sudden presence was noticed. The hooded elf stopped an arm’s-length in front of Tari.
“What business do you have at the border?” she asked.
“I have my reasons,” the elf said in a familiar voice.
“By order of the queen, no one is to pass the border without permission,” Tari told the stranger.
