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piosenniel · 09-27-2002, 12:13 PM

***** DALE-Girion *****

They had bypassed the Inn, and any hope of a drink and some fun fled Girion. Rubin seemed less willing to give in to his wishes this time, he thought. More focused on this trip than on accomodating the King's son. He challenged him on this. 'Are you not my attendant, Rubin!' he said. 'Should not my wants come first to you?'

It was a childish statement, thought Rubin. Though not completely without precedent in their long history together. He met it with a statement, more serious in tone. 'My first duty is to the King and to Dale.' replied Rubin, in an even tone. 'As is yours.'

He looked the future of Dale squarely in the face. 'The King has directed me that we are to make haste to Eryn Lasgalen to meet with Orodan and his party. There are to be no hindrances to the swift completion of this journey. Once there, we will proceed with them on the route they have chosen to Minas Anor. It is imperative that we arrive for King Elessar's audience in due time, and that you present Dale's proposal's to him. This was his directive to me. And I intend to see it done.'

Girion opened his mouth as if to retort, then closed it, thinking better of it.

Rubin moved ahead of Girion, the packhorse trailing behind. Girion was left to his sobering thoughts as they moved through the sere and dusty plain known as the Desolation of Smaug.

That night saw them camped a little more than halfway to the place where the Forest met the Forest River. Girion had spent a long time wrestling with his views on what his father expected of him for this mission.

He took the letter and proposals which his father and the Master had crafted and read them carefully in the light of the campfire. As usual, he was struck with how keen a mind his father had, and how he used that mind and all his resources to further the good of Dale. He felt humbled as he read it, wondering if he would ever be able to do such things.

Sleep was a long time in coming, and the new day to soon arrived. Rubin woke him, and they broke their fast quickly with sweet tea, bread, and cheese. Then they were on their way again.

The miles seemed to go faster as the great expanse of forest came into view. The midday meal was eaten in the saddle, and by early evening they had reached the appointed place.

Rubin held the horse, as Girion dismounted and strode to where Orodan was standing.

'Well met, my friend!' said Girion. 'We are here! Now what's for supper!'

[ September 27, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

09-27-2002, 12:13 PM	#59
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*** DALE-Girion *** They had bypassed the Inn, and any hope of a drink and some fun fled Girion. Rubin seemed less willing to give in to his wishes this time, he thought. More focused on this trip than on accomodating the King's son. He challenged him on this. 'Are you not my attendant, Rubin!' he said. 'Should not my wants come first to you?' It was a childish statement, thought Rubin. Though not completely without precedent in their long history together. He met it with a statement, more serious in tone. 'My first duty is to the King and to Dale.' replied Rubin, in an even tone. 'As is yours.' He looked the future of Dale squarely in the face. 'The King has directed me that we are to make haste to Eryn Lasgalen to meet with Orodan and his party. There are to be no hindrances to the swift completion of this journey. Once there, we will proceed with them on the route they have chosen to Minas Anor. It is imperative that we arrive for King Elessar's audience in due time, and that you present Dale's proposal's to him. This was his directive to me. And I intend to see it done.' Girion opened his mouth as if to retort, then closed it, thinking better of it. Rubin moved ahead of Girion, the packhorse trailing behind. Girion was left to his sobering thoughts as they moved through the sere and dusty plain known as the Desolation of Smaug. That night saw them camped a little more than halfway to the place where the Forest met the Forest River. Girion had spent a long time wrestling with his views on what his father expected of him for this mission. He took the letter and proposals which his father and the Master had crafted and read them carefully in the light of the campfire. As usual, he was struck with how keen a mind his father had, and how he used that mind and all his resources to further the good of Dale. He felt humbled as he read it, wondering if he would ever be able to do such things. Sleep was a long time in coming, and the new day to soon arrived. Rubin woke him, and they broke their fast quickly with sweet tea, bread, and cheese. Then they were on their way again. The miles seemed to go faster as the great expanse of forest came into view. The midday meal was eaten in the saddle, and by early evening they had reached the appointed place. Rubin held the horse, as Girion dismounted and strode to where Orodan was standing. 'Well met, my friend!' said Girion. 'We are here! Now what's for supper!' [ September 27, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.