Post by ~Dandrë~ on Aug 27, 2005 2:59:40 GMT
Imansil could see the place long before they arrived. Set in the side of the hill, it looked out over beautiful Ithilien and the plains of Gondor. Trees surrounded it on all sides, and the smell there was sweet with summer.
The dwelling was a small fortress, a large gate making up the most of the front side. The walls were tall, and a small battlement crowned the top. It stretched back till it met the rocky cliff behind.
The place was strange to Imansil, although it was the place of his birth. He had left it as a baby, when his mother, realizing the danger of being so near to Mordor, had taken him to Gondor and the White City. Now Sauron was destroyed, and no more threat loomed from the land East of the mountains.
Imansil had returned to see if his father's wealth still lay buried in the fortress. He slowly tied his horse and walked to the gate. He knew the place was inhabited, though he did not know by whom. His mother had only once told him that some had remained when she had left. She did not speak their names, the memory was too painful.
Imansil hoped they would be friendly.
The dwelling was a small fortress, a large gate making up the most of the front side. The walls were tall, and a small battlement crowned the top. It stretched back till it met the rocky cliff behind.
The place was strange to Imansil, although it was the place of his birth. He had left it as a baby, when his mother, realizing the danger of being so near to Mordor, had taken him to Gondor and the White City. Now Sauron was destroyed, and no more threat loomed from the land East of the mountains.
Imansil had returned to see if his father's wealth still lay buried in the fortress. He slowly tied his horse and walked to the gate. He knew the place was inhabited, though he did not know by whom. His mother had only once told him that some had remained when she had left. She did not speak their names, the memory was too painful.
Imansil hoped they would be friendly.