Post by Bélethorn Creuss on Mar 15, 2014 19:30:29 GMT -5
The sun was rising above the horizon, and the early morning dew on the green fields were glistening as the sunlight slowly crept closer. The birds were singing in the trees and the animals of the forest were peacefully eating their food. In the distance a rumbling sound could be heard - a thunder from hooves, many hooves. There was a cloud of dust in the distance, the dust of the road being whirled up by trampling feet. Slowly the birds stopped chirping, turning their heads towards the direction from where the thunder came. The animals stopped eating, stood still for a while to listen, and darted as fast as they could towards the depths of the forest to hide.
Sir Belethorn Creuss sat on his faithful horse, dressed in his armor and fully prepared for war. He carried his sword in his belt, and his sharp, grey eyes were eagerly watching a sad, pathetic figure walking besides the horses. The figure was Grima Wormstongue, who had gotten the honor of showing Sir Creuss and his company the way to Isengard. Belethorn did not know exactly what Lord Eomer had said to convince Grima to help them, but he suspected it had something to do with Sir Belethorn himself and a glowing iron rod. It was clear that he had made quite an impression on Wormstongue - the man jumped as in fear every time Belethorn looked at him in a certain way. The knight in rags made a mental notice of this, and decided to use this look if Grima caused any problems.
Sir Belethorn was on his way to Isengard to face the wizard Saruman. This was a task he had taken on him to prove to Lord Eomer of Rohan and his uncle King Theoden that he was worthy to become the future husband of Lady Eowyn. Even if the task was a dangerous one and the hopes to survive uncertain, Belethorn was in great mood today. He had spent last night in Lady Eowyn's arms, and the sweet memories of her love, her beautiful face and her sweet kisses kept his spirits up. Nothing could stop him from fulfilling this task, and he was determined to return to Rohan alive. He wanted to marry Eowyn, he wanted to have children with her, and he wanted to be with her and raise their children together. As he rode towards Isengard, there was a smile on his face - a smile that was both happy and secretive.
Sir Belethorn Creuss sat on his faithful horse, dressed in his armor and fully prepared for war. He carried his sword in his belt, and his sharp, grey eyes were eagerly watching a sad, pathetic figure walking besides the horses. The figure was Grima Wormstongue, who had gotten the honor of showing Sir Creuss and his company the way to Isengard. Belethorn did not know exactly what Lord Eomer had said to convince Grima to help them, but he suspected it had something to do with Sir Belethorn himself and a glowing iron rod. It was clear that he had made quite an impression on Wormstongue - the man jumped as in fear every time Belethorn looked at him in a certain way. The knight in rags made a mental notice of this, and decided to use this look if Grima caused any problems.
Sir Belethorn was on his way to Isengard to face the wizard Saruman. This was a task he had taken on him to prove to Lord Eomer of Rohan and his uncle King Theoden that he was worthy to become the future husband of Lady Eowyn. Even if the task was a dangerous one and the hopes to survive uncertain, Belethorn was in great mood today. He had spent last night in Lady Eowyn's arms, and the sweet memories of her love, her beautiful face and her sweet kisses kept his spirits up. Nothing could stop him from fulfilling this task, and he was determined to return to Rohan alive. He wanted to marry Eowyn, he wanted to have children with her, and he wanted to be with her and raise their children together. As he rode towards Isengard, there was a smile on his face - a smile that was both happy and secretive.