Re: Daffodil and the Goblins
Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:52 pm
Daffodil's jaws were clenched as her eyes welled with tears.
"Oh, I will do him that honor, surely", she said finally, "but when this is over he will have his song, Master Ranger. Do not hold over me your years of wandering and loss; I will not pretend to understand. But, I have lost a friend, as I know you have, and I will mourn in my own way."
Before the Fox could respond, a Ranger ran down the path.
"The Twins! They approach!", he exclaimed. Forgetting their argument, the Fox helped Daffodil down just as the Twins rode from the ill-used path on their gleaming horses and leapt down with a fluidity that amazed the hobbit girl.
"Hail, sons of Elrond, what news?" asked Fox. Elrohir threw back the hood of his cloak and said,
"Ahead, they camp, in the old ruins of your people. The children still with them."
Daffodil's eyes lit up.
"Well, let's go then!" she exclaimed. Elrohir looked down at her with dark eyes.
"If it were as simple, Mistress Underhill, the children would be among us now. There is something with them, a Presence."
"What...what do you mean?" she asked.
Elladan, who had given her the dagger she now carried in her belt, said,
"Men of the South ride with them, and there is something of the dark as well. We cannot see but sense it. The children, they are not bound, but sit among the goblins, almost as if..."
Daffodil's brown eyes went wide, and then she thought back to the farmhouse, and the words of the old Ranger Mirimaran rang in her ears.
"The stones!" she exclaimed, and then looked up at the puzzled Rangers around her. Quickly she related the story of the farmhouse, and the origin of the stones the Greenfields had used in its construction, and of the wight that had homed itself there.
"You think they have something with them, something that escaped from the Barrows?" asked Elladan.
"Well, I am no expert on such matters, but Mirimaran thought as much, and Fox said himself that something seems to be against us."
"Where is Mirimaran?" asked Elrohir.
Before she could respond, the Fox put a hand on Daffodil's shoulder.
"Fallen, at Weathertop, a battle with goblins that young Underhill here escaped while he stayed behind."
The Twins looked at each other and nodded. Elrohir then said something to his brother that almost sounded like a joke to Daffodil.
"She-who-strayed, indeed."
"Oh, I will do him that honor, surely", she said finally, "but when this is over he will have his song, Master Ranger. Do not hold over me your years of wandering and loss; I will not pretend to understand. But, I have lost a friend, as I know you have, and I will mourn in my own way."
Before the Fox could respond, a Ranger ran down the path.
"The Twins! They approach!", he exclaimed. Forgetting their argument, the Fox helped Daffodil down just as the Twins rode from the ill-used path on their gleaming horses and leapt down with a fluidity that amazed the hobbit girl.
"Hail, sons of Elrond, what news?" asked Fox. Elrohir threw back the hood of his cloak and said,
"Ahead, they camp, in the old ruins of your people. The children still with them."
Daffodil's eyes lit up.
"Well, let's go then!" she exclaimed. Elrohir looked down at her with dark eyes.
"If it were as simple, Mistress Underhill, the children would be among us now. There is something with them, a Presence."
"What...what do you mean?" she asked.
Elladan, who had given her the dagger she now carried in her belt, said,
"Men of the South ride with them, and there is something of the dark as well. We cannot see but sense it. The children, they are not bound, but sit among the goblins, almost as if..."
Daffodil's brown eyes went wide, and then she thought back to the farmhouse, and the words of the old Ranger Mirimaran rang in her ears.
"The stones!" she exclaimed, and then looked up at the puzzled Rangers around her. Quickly she related the story of the farmhouse, and the origin of the stones the Greenfields had used in its construction, and of the wight that had homed itself there.
"You think they have something with them, something that escaped from the Barrows?" asked Elladan.
"Well, I am no expert on such matters, but Mirimaran thought as much, and Fox said himself that something seems to be against us."
"Where is Mirimaran?" asked Elrohir.
Before she could respond, the Fox put a hand on Daffodil's shoulder.
"Fallen, at Weathertop, a battle with goblins that young Underhill here escaped while he stayed behind."
The Twins looked at each other and nodded. Elrohir then said something to his brother that almost sounded like a joke to Daffodil.
"She-who-strayed, indeed."