Post by Pallando on Jun 1, 2011 14:47:32 GMT
Carried on from 'Whispers on the Wind'...
With a crash of thunder and a flash of flame, Pallando was stirred from his sleep. Screams pierced the air as elves of all ages fled through the trees. It was nightfall and the orange glow from the fires cast long shadows of the the trees and people who were fleeing from the sanctuary of Lothlorien. Pallando was taken aback, first Isengard and now Lothlorien, the enemy's reach was indeed growing long and vengeful if Sauron could launch an assault upon the greatest stronghold of Elvendom.
With a deep breath and a surge of nobility and courage, the wizard called out to the refugees. 'Follow me to safety, I will lead you out!'. Pallando's voice magically emanated through the forest to the ears of all those nearby. Pallando then jolted his staff and raised it above his head. Its tip glowing with majestic white light and signaling to the elves where to go. Pallando quickly marched out onto the open pastures beyond the borders of the woods and continued to call out. 'To me...follow the light!'
Pockets of people continued to scurry there way out of the burning woodland. Many were screaming of pain and shock, some were on horses with others carrying supplies and personal belongings. Around 200 survivors had gathered on a hill several hundred meters from the borders of the forest. Pallando had driven his staff into the ground next to him as it shone like a beacon onto the surroundings. The wizard stood next to it, his arms folded in the thought with one hand caressing the mustache of his beard as he mused his thoughts.
A wounded soldier, limping on his right leg and clutching a womb to his lower torso approached the wizard, his gold hair strewn with mixture of elven and orc blood and his pale, perfect complexion now bruised and weary.
'Why?!' he hissed through his teeth at the wizard. "Why have you forsaken us, wizard!?" he spat through the pain of his wounds. Pallando, quite shocked at this accusation calmly turned to the man.
"I have committed no deed against you, or your kind. I am here to help you. My order is under attack from Sauron's forces and needs-" The wizards softly spoken explanation was harshly interrupted by the soldier who shrieked at Pallando. "Your order did this to us...Saruman the White has betrayed us!"
The soldier was overcome by his emotions and by the pain. He stumbled to his knees in tears before an elven woman took his shoulder and led him away, after giving Pallando a glance of disgust and distaste I might add.
The wizard sighed, not knowing what to say or do with this information. Surely Saruman was incapable of such atrocities. After this dark thought, a cloud passed over the moon and a chill rose in the air. The light beaming from Pallando's staff began to dim and wain. The wizard hurriedly returned it to his hand and signaled for the remaining elves to get behind him. The refugees gathered behind the wizard on the far slope of the hill, out of sight of the enemy, as something emerged from the forest. Pallando could feel the presence of the new arrival and clung tightly to his staff as all went quiet and the air stilled...The White Wizard had arrived.
With a crash of thunder and a flash of flame, Pallando was stirred from his sleep. Screams pierced the air as elves of all ages fled through the trees. It was nightfall and the orange glow from the fires cast long shadows of the the trees and people who were fleeing from the sanctuary of Lothlorien. Pallando was taken aback, first Isengard and now Lothlorien, the enemy's reach was indeed growing long and vengeful if Sauron could launch an assault upon the greatest stronghold of Elvendom.
With a deep breath and a surge of nobility and courage, the wizard called out to the refugees. 'Follow me to safety, I will lead you out!'. Pallando's voice magically emanated through the forest to the ears of all those nearby. Pallando then jolted his staff and raised it above his head. Its tip glowing with majestic white light and signaling to the elves where to go. Pallando quickly marched out onto the open pastures beyond the borders of the woods and continued to call out. 'To me...follow the light!'
Pockets of people continued to scurry there way out of the burning woodland. Many were screaming of pain and shock, some were on horses with others carrying supplies and personal belongings. Around 200 survivors had gathered on a hill several hundred meters from the borders of the forest. Pallando had driven his staff into the ground next to him as it shone like a beacon onto the surroundings. The wizard stood next to it, his arms folded in the thought with one hand caressing the mustache of his beard as he mused his thoughts.
A wounded soldier, limping on his right leg and clutching a womb to his lower torso approached the wizard, his gold hair strewn with mixture of elven and orc blood and his pale, perfect complexion now bruised and weary.
'Why?!' he hissed through his teeth at the wizard. "Why have you forsaken us, wizard!?" he spat through the pain of his wounds. Pallando, quite shocked at this accusation calmly turned to the man.
"I have committed no deed against you, or your kind. I am here to help you. My order is under attack from Sauron's forces and needs-" The wizards softly spoken explanation was harshly interrupted by the soldier who shrieked at Pallando. "Your order did this to us...Saruman the White has betrayed us!"
The soldier was overcome by his emotions and by the pain. He stumbled to his knees in tears before an elven woman took his shoulder and led him away, after giving Pallando a glance of disgust and distaste I might add.
The wizard sighed, not knowing what to say or do with this information. Surely Saruman was incapable of such atrocities. After this dark thought, a cloud passed over the moon and a chill rose in the air. The light beaming from Pallando's staff began to dim and wain. The wizard hurriedly returned it to his hand and signaled for the remaining elves to get behind him. The refugees gathered behind the wizard on the far slope of the hill, out of sight of the enemy, as something emerged from the forest. Pallando could feel the presence of the new arrival and clung tightly to his staff as all went quiet and the air stilled...The White Wizard had arrived.