
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?

*blackraven* wrote:Amber: heard them talking and didn't understand. She wished she had payed more attention to the spanish teacher in school/. She saw kaytan grip his knife, and that could only mean one thing. She elegantly jumped out of the tree, and landed in a bush with out a sound. She smiled, yet it didn't make sense to her. She made all that noise in the tree, and din't make a sound in a bush. She had no time to thing. She jumped out of the bush and ran off. She started panting as she looked behind her. She couldn't see them but she wasn't too sure. She kept on running, ax in hand
(sorry, poofed D:)



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