Post by Pallando on May 29, 2011 10:08:01 GMT
The cool reaches of the night were fading as the brilliant Sun rose from the West. The vast plains of rocky hills and mounds were covered in golden light as the warm air began to drift in on a soft wind. Pallando had been travelling for two weeks, starting from the East, he was now just south of Fangorn on his way to report to the head of his order, Saruman the White.
The wizard did not not like to use horses, thats why it had taken him so long to travel. He dilligently navigated and traversed the wild terrain until at last he reached the peak of the one of the larger hills. From it, a great distance could be seen in every direction.
It was from here, Pallando saw several plumes of dark smoke rising from end of the mountain range several miles away. It was Isengard. From first assumptions, Pallando assumed it was a great fire and that perhaps it had been attacked. Quickly, Pallando focused his mind and tried to communicate with his leader.
His thoughts drifted from his current place, surging toward Isengard like a passing gale. Suddenly, all that could be seen was a shroud of fire and ash. Orcs were uprooting trees and from within Orthanc, a truly horrific voice dictated commands. Sauron was there.
Pallando could still get no sight of Saruman, assuming that he had been captured, or worse. The Blue Wizard leaned heavily on his staff for a moment trying to compose these sudden turn of events. Pallando was not strong enough to take on an army of Mordor in Isengard, he needed assistance. The elves had great settlements in the North. With great haste and the agility of a much younger man, Pallando started for Lorien, home of Galadriel and friends who could help.
3 days later...
In the distance the golden borders of trees and greenery was present. The Sun shone defiantly down upon the forest of Lorien as the wizard steadily made his way toward the border. He had been travelling without rest for three days through the night and day. His head was still filled of the dark images from the glimpse of Isengard. Surely it was false, he thought as he came to a rock just a meter of two inside the densely wooded area. The wizard stumbled before collapsing onto the rock in sheer tiredness. He leant on his staff for support, his whole body aching from the journey. Soon he would be discovered and he could get to work. These thoughts soothed his weary heart before he fell into a loud and deep slumber...
The wizard did not not like to use horses, thats why it had taken him so long to travel. He dilligently navigated and traversed the wild terrain until at last he reached the peak of the one of the larger hills. From it, a great distance could be seen in every direction.
It was from here, Pallando saw several plumes of dark smoke rising from end of the mountain range several miles away. It was Isengard. From first assumptions, Pallando assumed it was a great fire and that perhaps it had been attacked. Quickly, Pallando focused his mind and tried to communicate with his leader.
His thoughts drifted from his current place, surging toward Isengard like a passing gale. Suddenly, all that could be seen was a shroud of fire and ash. Orcs were uprooting trees and from within Orthanc, a truly horrific voice dictated commands. Sauron was there.
Pallando could still get no sight of Saruman, assuming that he had been captured, or worse. The Blue Wizard leaned heavily on his staff for a moment trying to compose these sudden turn of events. Pallando was not strong enough to take on an army of Mordor in Isengard, he needed assistance. The elves had great settlements in the North. With great haste and the agility of a much younger man, Pallando started for Lorien, home of Galadriel and friends who could help.
3 days later...
In the distance the golden borders of trees and greenery was present. The Sun shone defiantly down upon the forest of Lorien as the wizard steadily made his way toward the border. He had been travelling without rest for three days through the night and day. His head was still filled of the dark images from the glimpse of Isengard. Surely it was false, he thought as he came to a rock just a meter of two inside the densely wooded area. The wizard stumbled before collapsing onto the rock in sheer tiredness. He leant on his staff for support, his whole body aching from the journey. Soon he would be discovered and he could get to work. These thoughts soothed his weary heart before he fell into a loud and deep slumber...