

*blackraven* wrote:Amber: walked quietly behind them, occasionally losing them. They were covering their tracks. She smirked before jumping up into a tree and looking forward, to catch a glimpse of Grant's trident. She smiled before hopping into the next tree. The limb was weaker than she thought and it made a cracking noise. She cussed under her breath before jumping higher and hiding in the leaves. She stared at grant, waiting for him to turn around, and hopefully not spot her.


Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

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