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Post by NIALL "THE NIX" OREN on Sept 7, 2011 6:46:00 GMT -5
 Niall turned back to Duilin and looked at her with his shining blue eyes. He made what he thought was “puppy-eyes”, but it probably just turned into a weird grimace. He had never been good at convincing other people by using his arguments. He did not really have an argument for why he felt like they needed to go to Isengard right now. It was just something that told him, that if they didn’t do it soon, it would be too late.
“But Duilin… We can quickly take a horse and ride there. It will just take a couple of weeks… I am sure that your father can do without you for a couple of weeks.” He said as he once again tried to give her the puppy eyes. He was holding a warm cup of tea between his hands as he was sitting on a bench in the dining room of his friend’s house. He really enjoyed visiting Duilin and her family. Mostly Duilin because she was such a nice and smart girl. He really loved humans like that.
But it didn’t really matter how much he loved being at the smithy right now, he really felt like they should go to Isengard right now. The land had a beautiful park with many rare flowers, gorgeous lakes; high trees that almost reached the sky and a white wizard that had the highest rank of the council. It was a land of fairytale and mythical creatures and the Nix really wanted to show his friend this place.
He had a feeling in his guts that they should go soon, but he knew how difficult it was for a young girl to leave her family to go travelling. Especially when it was a simple working family like Duilin’s. Niall was however not used to get rejected. He was a Nix and it was in his nature to lure people into a lake. Right now this trip was the lake and Duilin was that maiden who had entered the dangerous forest and who had now seen the Nix. Without being able to control it, Niall closed his eyes as a violin formed out of the thin air. Dark water splashed around covering it with water-lilies and seaweed as his hand reached out for it.
There was a reason why Niall could not argue for his case. It was not in his nature to do that and that was why he could not find a good argument to convince Duilin to come with him. All he knew was his music that was the best convincing tool he had. He placed the violin against his neck, gently tilted his head and let his slender fingers run over the strings as a bow formed out of dark water in his other hand and started to slowly draw across the string, producing an echoing and mythical melody.
A shadow went over Niall’s pale face and made his skin almost appear greenish. He opened his shining blue eyes and stared directly into Duilin’s. “Let’s go!”
The landscape rushed by his eyes as the horse ran through the lands of Rohan towards the boarders of Isengard. The steppes slowly turned into hills then bushes, then a forest. The path they rode through was an old one used by today’s Rohirrim, but it was made by the elves in the beginning of time. The raven haired boy leaned his chin against Duilin’s shoulder and felt her blonde hair swiped his slender face as he whispered in her ear.
“We have now entered Isengard!” A smile formed on his face as the forest slowly turned into a huge park with many colours and fruit trees in blossom. He looked up to see the top of the wizard’s tower with the background of snowy mountains. Waterfall ran down the mountain and surrounded the tower with a moat that was blue as the sky above them. It was early morning and you could smell frost in the air. It came from the cold tops of the mountains and got brought down with the wind, but despite the cold air, the sun was still baking on their faces and the trees were in full bloom as well as the different coloured bushes.
It was a sight he would never forget.
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Post by duilin on Sept 7, 2011 18:43:17 GMT -5
There was absolutely no reason for Duilin why she would leave her home, for several weeks even, to take a trip to Isengard of all places. She could see not one singly reason. It did not even interest her that much to take the risk of angering her father and brother over it. So, no matter Niall's puppy eyes, she vehemently shook her head. Her arms she already had crossed. No, she was needed at home. She knew she was. She was their home's heart. Neither of the two men could cook. Knowing them, they would probably eat at the local Inn for each meal and throw out their arduously earned money with both hands merely because of their laziness to dishwash and to learn how to cook. Seriously, Duilin was convinced that neither Daerol nor Beran could properly survive more than a few days without her good influence. Who would make their beds, dust the entire house, care for their horses and chickens, cook and clean and do the shoppings? Yes, Duilin was very stubborn when it came to these tasks. They were hers, she would not give them up easily to anyone else, and - well, she wanted to be dearly missed by Beran and Daerol when she was gone. Actually, a second, different side in her wanted her to leave to teach them how much work she actually did for them and how difficult it could be. So that she could return to them and be welcomed back with open, thankful arms.
But nonetheless, she was shaking her head now at Niall. Still there was no good reason to venture to Isengard. How was she to explain this to her family? They would think her crazy and daft and inconsiderate. "No, no, no. A couple of weeks, that is far too long! And what should we even do there?" She asked, sipping from her own cup of tea. She felt confused why her friend wished to travel there so dearly. Yes, she loved adventures, little trips somewhere, out into the nature, or to other villages, but those always were discussed with her family. If it wasn't her family she was taking the trips with. And now, so spontaneously, with knowing for certain that her father would disagree, she should leave for weeks to Isengard - no, she could not bring herself to do it.
And all of a sudden, she felt as if she did not need a reason anymore. A violin had appeared in front of Niall, she realized that with wonder, but withough questioning it. Somehow, both her curious and critical thoughts felt numb now. And as she listened to him playing on the violin, those thoughts vanished entirely and she did not think of it anymore. Instead, she now felt a sudden yearning for Isengard. As if it was a place she had to go to, with no other option. She forgot about her tea and, mentally, already was prepared for their trip, without any argument against.
All Duilin could think about was how beautiful this landscape was. She could not say how long they had travelled, or why they were travelling, nor could she think of the possible consequences for her. She was merely focused on the nature flying past them as they rode. She had never been so far away from home before. She had never been outside of Rohan before. She had never seen such a forest before. All she had known up to now were the grassy Rohan plains, sheer endless, with a few scattered rocks on them and the snowy mountains in the distance. She liked it, the park, the blossoms, the waterfall. She slowed the horse, now that they had arrived their goal, and was admiring their surroundings. "It is beautifuly!" She said, her voice full of passion. She pulled her steed's reins, bringing them to a full stand, and suddenly felt lost. Now that they were here, what was she to do? She had felt the strong need to ride here with Niall, but she knew not why - so what could she do, now that she had arrived. She frowned. "Do we take a stroll here now?" |
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