Azhag_Nuug
02-29-2004, 03:47 PM
CHAPTER I
THE SCOURING OF MORGUL
Elessar stood high upon the breast of the morning sun, gazing down at the now re-made Minas Tirith. The White Tower gleamed down in the cove of Mount Mindolluin. Gimli had indeed been buse with Twain and his folk. The Dwarves had come to aid in repairing the city, while Legolas and Thranduil, with folk of Mirkwood came with gifts from Lorien, and planted many flowers and trees.
He peered down now as the city shimmered in the morning sun. A frigid wind blew throughout the streets. Eomer's men from Rohan yet dwelled in Minas Tirith, helping rebuild it to it's former glory. The days of late were beautiful, now the three kindred were friends and happy with eachother. Faramir dwelled now in Ithilien, in a city he had named Minas Borum, in honour of his brother....
This is a sample I've been working on. I plan not togo anywhere but some feedback would be nice.
THE SCOURING OF MORGUL
Elessar stood high upon the breast of the morning sun, gazing down at the now re-made Minas Tirith. The White Tower gleamed down in the cove of Mount Mindolluin. Gimli had indeed been buse with Twain and his folk. The Dwarves had come to aid in repairing the city, while Legolas and Thranduil, with folk of Mirkwood came with gifts from Lorien, and planted many flowers and trees.
He peered down now as the city shimmered in the morning sun. A frigid wind blew throughout the streets. Eomer's men from Rohan yet dwelled in Minas Tirith, helping rebuild it to it's former glory. The days of late were beautiful, now the three kindred were friends and happy with eachother. Faramir dwelled now in Ithilien, in a city he had named Minas Borum, in honour of his brother....
This is a sample I've been working on. I plan not togo anywhere but some feedback would be nice.