by PhoenixReborn » Thu Nov 24, 2011 6:46 am
Neurien smirked, "Oh, nothing." he laughed to himself.
Frodo and Nenethiel walked out together, each with their things. They went to the stables to get their horses. Nenethiel got her horse, Deslolate ready, and beside her Frodo prepared Strider. Desolate was a pony, but held all the splendor of a horse. He was a deep golden brow with a darker brown mane and tail. He was a war horse at heart, and his gold studded tack showed he was a royal steed.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A flame from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
In the Garden of Paradise,
beneath the Tree of Knowledge,
bloomed a rose bush.
Here, in the first rose,
a bird was born.
His flight was like the flashing of light,
his plumage was beauteous,
and his song ravishing.

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