Post by Aurora on Aug 29, 2007 18:32:28 GMT -5
Her horse pawed and huffed hot air from his nostrils. He was ready for this, as was his rider. Erendil was a bay gelding, strong warhorse, yet no one would ever think that such a small girl would be atop his back. Yes, indeed it was. Arien, ranger of the east was here by the side of many of her companions. There was determination in her eyes and just from looking at her you would see that she would see this battle through until the end. Whether her end was here, or long after. Erendil was only fussy beneath her, but this only encouraged Arien, it gave her that adrenaline that she knew was needed within her. She sat there on him, unmoved yet watching as Gandalf who was in fact next to her, shine the light upon the beast on top of them. It, of course, angered the beast and his massive wings spread and was now headed right toward the men in the crowd. No, this would not break her, she would not let it break her. The screams of the people that would die this day would only press her forward, drive her to fight harder to avenge those who passed on fighting so valiantly.
She stood firm still, she was asked to keep calm and yet being by the side of Gandalf even for a brief moment would make anyone want to keep calm. He was a wise and powerful wizard. To doubt him would surely mean your own end. Arien was well poise as she waited, for the moment this was all she could do. The beast yet was too far for her to make a move just this instant. And if they were to survive even half the night she knew that this beast had to be destroyed. All this thinking was happening in literally about half a second each thought. For to all out there everything seemed as if it was in slow motion. Not like a movie, but like a dream were you want to run as fast as you can out of the way of an incoming attack and you cannot, for time would hold you back.
Arien wore her finest this day. An elven cloak of dark blue with a silver trim and matching tunic and leggings. Arien was an excellent rider, so she knew the attire needed to ride long distances, and she knew how long before leggings of such kind would wear out before she would need new ones. Her boots were high and black with a single buckle across the top and they were shiny, looked almost new. Her eyes were a piecing emerald green that were yet kind when they needed to be. This day her voice not that kind. It was demanding; determined. Her hair long and in light curls at the ends as it cascaded down over her right shoulder like a glistening waterfall of brownish gold. Her completion clear, not even a scar on her body. And around her waist there was an assortment of elvish weapons that were one of a kind in their own way, for they had been custom made for her and her alone. She looked as if she had never seen the line of battle to be honest. It was as if she had been a lady of the inside. Never seeing a days worth of hard work or what the color of blood looked like, but do not let this deceive you. For it is the complete opposite.
Arien could feel the panic of the men around her. She was so young and so naive, she had hoped that her even showing up would bring them some kind of hope. That if she was risking to put her life on the line to save a place that she had only just been to a few days ago, that it would urge them on. It was not all bad though, for some of the men did want to fight for already they had their arms out and wanted to go in for the kill, but they were held back even as the beast approached them from the sky. They could not be too eager if they were to have any Chance of winning this. Not even Arien had her sword drawn.
She could feel the tension, to her, it was quiet, but then it wasn't for no one said a word but there was that clanging of metal and the sound of swords coming out of their sheaths and spears banging on the ground. So many feelings running through each and every one of those soldiers before this army this day. Not one spoke a single word, but their thoughts were clear as day. It was as if you could hear the thoughts of the one standing right next to you. Even Arien felt this way at this moment. Soon...so very very soon will this start...and ever one that had wished that it would begin now, will be swallowing their words when an orc runs them through with their blade. They will be thinking about how they wished that they would still be waiting for the battle to start, for they would not be in the mess they were in as they would collapse to the ground and become one with death itself.
She stood firm still, she was asked to keep calm and yet being by the side of Gandalf even for a brief moment would make anyone want to keep calm. He was a wise and powerful wizard. To doubt him would surely mean your own end. Arien was well poise as she waited, for the moment this was all she could do. The beast yet was too far for her to make a move just this instant. And if they were to survive even half the night she knew that this beast had to be destroyed. All this thinking was happening in literally about half a second each thought. For to all out there everything seemed as if it was in slow motion. Not like a movie, but like a dream were you want to run as fast as you can out of the way of an incoming attack and you cannot, for time would hold you back.
Arien wore her finest this day. An elven cloak of dark blue with a silver trim and matching tunic and leggings. Arien was an excellent rider, so she knew the attire needed to ride long distances, and she knew how long before leggings of such kind would wear out before she would need new ones. Her boots were high and black with a single buckle across the top and they were shiny, looked almost new. Her eyes were a piecing emerald green that were yet kind when they needed to be. This day her voice not that kind. It was demanding; determined. Her hair long and in light curls at the ends as it cascaded down over her right shoulder like a glistening waterfall of brownish gold. Her completion clear, not even a scar on her body. And around her waist there was an assortment of elvish weapons that were one of a kind in their own way, for they had been custom made for her and her alone. She looked as if she had never seen the line of battle to be honest. It was as if she had been a lady of the inside. Never seeing a days worth of hard work or what the color of blood looked like, but do not let this deceive you. For it is the complete opposite.
Arien could feel the panic of the men around her. She was so young and so naive, she had hoped that her even showing up would bring them some kind of hope. That if she was risking to put her life on the line to save a place that she had only just been to a few days ago, that it would urge them on. It was not all bad though, for some of the men did want to fight for already they had their arms out and wanted to go in for the kill, but they were held back even as the beast approached them from the sky. They could not be too eager if they were to have any Chance of winning this. Not even Arien had her sword drawn.
She could feel the tension, to her, it was quiet, but then it wasn't for no one said a word but there was that clanging of metal and the sound of swords coming out of their sheaths and spears banging on the ground. So many feelings running through each and every one of those soldiers before this army this day. Not one spoke a single word, but their thoughts were clear as day. It was as if you could hear the thoughts of the one standing right next to you. Even Arien felt this way at this moment. Soon...so very very soon will this start...and ever one that had wished that it would begin now, will be swallowing their words when an orc runs them through with their blade. They will be thinking about how they wished that they would still be waiting for the battle to start, for they would not be in the mess they were in as they would collapse to the ground and become one with death itself.
