Heldir
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Post by Heldir on Mar 18, 2011 10:30:07 GMT -5
*The winds caressed Heldir's skin softly, as if urging him onward to Lorien. He smiled privately, knowing that elven lands often gave such invitations, should the receiver be of noble intent. Belroch gave a small snort and Heldir's smile broadened as he reached to stroke the creature's long neck gently.*
"Yes, so it would seem." *He held the reins loosely, more to keep the horse from tangling in them than to lead him. Heldir had dismounted a while back that both of them might enjoy the stroll into the elven land. Belroch shook his head approvingly, his thick mane dancing against the skin of his companions hand.*
"Who knows what we might find." *Heldir's voice was tender and soothing, though his eyes keening scanned along the tree line. The horses footsteps thumped softly against the dirt, though it was the only set that could be heard. If Aragorn had receive warning of this place, guard was required. There were only so many tasks that would require the service of a Dúnedain.
Both continued easily into the realm, nearing the glistening arches of elven buildings. All seemed quiet, but that was not always telling. His other hand fell to Halhigil, resting on its pommel, just in case its service was needed.*
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