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piosenniel · 10-09-2002, 06:53 PM

***** DALE-Jarl *****

Jarl sat easy on his oliphaunt. The great beast moved at a comfortable pace, a rhythmic plodding that slowly ate up the miles. He found it soothing, and enjoyable. Poor Gramil! He looks as if he wishes himself anywhere but on the back of his mount! If only he could relax into the beast's natural rhythm it would be easier.

Garlin and Ethar had restored their sense of easy camaraderie. Jarl smiled, thinking a good friendship might grow there, given enough time. The two younger men rode well, he thought. Garlin had gotten into the rhythm of the pace and sat easily now on his oliphaunt.

Jarl turned towards Gramil, who rode beside him. 'I wasn't quite clear what direction we were taking? It seems, though, that we are heading west. Do we not need to head east if we are to go to Nurn - east and north?!' He thought for a moment, remembering the map he had studied of the southern areas. 'Or perhaps you mean to go west and then north through Harondor - South Gondor, to the River Poros. It is possible we could pass through the Shadow Mountains there, and directly into Nurn.' He raised his eyebrows questioningly at Gramil. 'Or perhaps you have a whole other plan altogether, eh?!'

Garlin laughed, overhearing Jarl's question. He nudged Ethar. 'I think Gramil's only plan at the moment is to stay atop his oliphaunt!' The young men laughed uproariously. Gramil scowled, but could do nothing about it, at the moment.

The great beasts plodded on.

[ October 10, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

10-09-2002, 06:53 PM	#197
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*** DALE-Jarl *** Jarl sat easy on his oliphaunt. The great beast moved at a comfortable pace, a rhythmic plodding that slowly ate up the miles. He found it soothing, and enjoyable. Poor Gramil! He looks as if he wishes himself anywhere but on the back of his mount! If only he could relax into the beast's natural rhythm it would be easier. Garlin and Ethar had restored their sense of easy camaraderie. Jarl smiled, thinking a good friendship might grow there, given enough time. The two younger men rode well, he thought. Garlin had gotten into the rhythm of the pace and sat easily now on his oliphaunt. Jarl turned towards Gramil, who rode beside him. 'I wasn't quite clear what direction we were taking? It seems, though, that we are heading west. Do we not need to head east if we are to go to Nurn - east and north?!' He thought for a moment, remembering the map he had studied of the southern areas. 'Or perhaps you mean to go west and then north through Harondor - South Gondor, to the River Poros. It is possible we could pass through the Shadow Mountains there, and directly into Nurn.' He raised his eyebrows questioningly at Gramil. 'Or perhaps you have a whole other plan altogether, eh?!' Garlin laughed, overhearing Jarl's question. He nudged Ethar. 'I think Gramil's only plan at the moment is to stay atop his oliphaunt!' The young men laughed uproariously. Gramil scowled, but could do nothing about it, at the moment. The great beasts plodded on. [ October 10, 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.