Anorista
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(7/20/05 12:26 pm)
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To the Ends of the Earth
Green eyes peered through the grove and brush; darkness falling upon the lands quickly; both weatherwise, and by Sauron's hand and minions. Anoron was on the other side of the Burinen...about to head back into Rivendell. The LAST haven for all that is good and gold. Most survivors from other parts of the lands flocked here. Mostly elves; some men, and Dunedain. However, most men fled to Helm's Deep, where King Eomer was sheilding and protecting his people and others.
Aragorn, too, had come back to Rivendell - once again picking up his sword and joining the ranks of Dunedain Chiefton. His people were still in Minas Tirith....what was left of it. Some hiding out. Many cities had already been destroyed - the ring, lost and found by minions of Sauron, and restored to the dark lord. There seemed to be no hope for good anymore. Yet the determined few still tried.
Signalling with her hand - Anoron and her small troupe of rangers from the north and south emerged from the brush and grove - crossing the River Bruinen by foot; it rose just above their knees as they began to wade through it. They'd been out, scouting and observing the movements of the enemy. Everyday - a battle seemed to rage; either outside of Rivendell, or to Eomer's front. But darkness was drawing closer to Imladris. They faught and strived to keep THIS haven alive.
But sunlight was far gone; hidden behind rain and grey clouds. It was light enough to see during the days....but just cloudy. Anoron almost forgot what sunshine felt like. No stars were seen at night; and it rained three out of seven days a week, if not more. Crossing the river - Anoron called out in Elvish, alerting those guards that hey had returned, and they were indeed friend and not foe. Walking into the thicket, they passed bush and tree, looming and overgrown by neglect. Elves had no time to tend and keep their Rivendell woods anymore, since more important matters were at hand.
However, the overgrown wood did serve as good protection from outside forces. Almost like a maze, to those who did not know the way. Anoron and her small troupe made their way through the thick overgrown woods, heading back towards the walls and sancitiy of Rivendell.
Elrond had sailed; but the twins had stayed, hoping to tend Rivendell in this time of need, and assist men and their fellow Elves in this tragic time. Lorien elves had also flocked here to help....but still, no word yet from Thranduil's people, or the elven prince. There were rumors circulating that Mirkwood had fallen by the minions in Dol Guldur -- and was overrun by evil, no elves remaining. The forces of good prayed it wasn't so; especially Aragorn, who had befriended the elven prince.
Reaching the city, Anoron and the others were admitted. Though in dark times, the city bustled with activity; men and elves interacting together once more; speaking and laughing, despite horrible times outside the walls. Their last haven - their release. If they couldn't be merry here, then their souls would die from sadness. They had to keep their spirits up. It warmed Anoron, of Dunedain descent - to see elves and men interacting so. A last hope....perhaps a glimpse of what could have been, had the Ring been destroyed.
But such was not so. "What news?" Anoron asked; watching her small company drift off to get water, clean clothes and food. She, however, moved straight over to the military advisors; an elf, Fionas.
"We've recieved reports of Easterlings heading North and North West." Fionas said, point at the map and showing her the trail with his finger. His elven eyes turned to her. "What saw you?"
She nodded. "The truth in those rumors," She said sadly, leaning on the small table and pointing out their trail once more. "Easterlings move closer - we can only suspect an attack. Two days. Maybe more, should they come to an unexpected stop." She said.
"We'll be ready." Fionas nodded slowly. "More elves have arrived....it seems Mirkwood had been overrun, but some escaped. Thranduil was not among those to emerge from the wood - but his youngest son, Prince Legolas is here. He led what he could of his people to safety."
Anoron nodded slowly. She knew Aragorn would be happy to see his friend....yet Thranduil not among them only meant that he had perished. Saying her farewells to Fionas for now, Anoron joined her company, and sat down to get some water and food. It was most welcomed and needed.
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