Thread:Edacnik/@comment-26184570-20151229195938/@comment-26184570-20151230030552

High Prince Imrahil wrote: Here's what I've finished so far!!!!: The sun beat down on Herendil as he sat under a tree in the far South of Umbar. Yet the afternoon was not as hot as it could have been, for the cool sea-breeze was enough to keep the Numenorean comfortable. He closed his eyes and dreamed of Itallie. . . But suddenly, he heard a voice:

"Hail, friend!" it said in a gruff dwarven accent

Herendil lifted his eyes slightly and saw Thorin I Stonehelm atop a Ram. So majestic looked the dwarven king, crimson cloak and on top of a beautiful grey war-ram.

"Hail, Thorin!" said Herendil "But I'm afraid I am tired now. . . would you mind waiting in a tavern in Umbar while I rest? I'll meet you there. . ."

"Of course, Herendil"

Herendil snuggled back into the warm sand as the sound of ram hooves deminished into silence. Herendil leaned back against the tree, closed his eyes, and dreamed of sweet Itallie. . . Cool!