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Post by The Witch King on Feb 19, 2003 7:28:05 GMT
A large courtyard flanked by 50 stables containing some of Middle Earths finest horses.
The Riddermark horses are big and strong, clean- limbed, with coats that glisten and long, flowing manes and tails. Swift and powerful they can run like the wind. Once roaming free over the eastern part of the Riddermark the horses are now stabled due to the growing threat from Mordor.
There is room to stable your own horses in the large, roomy stalls or you can ride the horses available.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 19, 2003 7:45:41 GMT
*Makes his way down the line of stables the horses either side of him retreat to the back of their stalls, looking away and snorting in fear at the black figure passing by. He looks ahead to the very last stable, situated in a gloomy corner and can make out the black head of Damnation. The horse puts it's ears back at the sight of it's master, a look of mild annoyance on it's face.
It moves away from the door to let the Witch King enter, baring it's teeth and shaking it's head at the saddle he carries.
The Witch King sighs heavily, readying himself to do battle with the stubborn beast.
You will have your saddle put on!
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 19, 2003 8:06:00 GMT
Legolas enters the stables and senses a presence as he begins to look over the horses. He turns and spots the Witch King with keen eyes and smiles at the ensuing battle between horse and master. The prince selects a horse and, leading it out of his stable, jumps gracefully onto his back. He clears his throat quietly but audibly.
Are you in need of assistance, Witch King?
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 19, 2003 8:11:55 GMT
No!
*snaps at the elf for such a ridiculous suggestion and turns his back, gruffly. Hurls the saddle at the horse's back as it runs around the stable, eventually trapping it in a corner. After a short tussle the saddle is in place and the air has turned blue with insults and threats.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 19, 2003 8:29:21 GMT
My apologies. I'll leave you be then.
The young prince looks down and pats the stallion's mane in an attempt to distract himself from the humerous scenario before him. As soon as he hears the clipping and fastening of the saddle he looks up, the Witch King still grumbling at his horse.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 19, 2003 8:44:57 GMT
*Wrestles with the bridle, Damnation putting his head higher and higher in the air to escape the cold metal bit which is banging against his teeth.
Having finally suceeded the Witch King emerges triumphant from the stable leading the horse behind him. Gives Legolas an odd look.*
Are you planning on sitting there all day or are you going out?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 19, 2003 8:54:12 GMT
Chuckling to himself, the prince simply smiles graciously.
Actually, I was wondering if I might be so bold as to offer you my humble company in your own venture.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 19, 2003 9:23:47 GMT
Well I suppose you are more tolerable then the other elves..
*Damnation prances impatiently on the spot as the Witch King mounts. His hooves clatter noisily on the cobbled floor, echoing through the stables, unsettling the other horses. As soon as he is given his head he charges from the stables out into the courtyard. The Witch King calls over his shoulder.*
Your welcome to join me..
As long as you can keep up.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 19, 2003 9:31:33 GMT
Legolas lets out a good-natured laugh and brings his stallion to a full gallop and slows to keep at WK's pace. Once beside him the prince grins, obviously having accepted his challenge but not having the least bit of trouble keeping up or, indeed, surpassing the proud Nazgul.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 19, 2003 10:24:29 GMT
*He smiles to himself, not expecting the elf to be at his side so soon.*
I'd better warn you. I'm riding down into the dark woods.
It's a trecherous road, very stony, lots of tree roots to trip up your horse, and low branches.
Most folk don't venture down there.
*Gives Legolas a sideways glance*
Think you're up to it?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 19, 2003 10:39:25 GMT
The young prince, feeling confident in his steed, nods. Legolas: always up to the challenge. However, he does not say as much. He simply grins and answers plainly.
Of course.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 19, 2003 19:23:58 GMT
*He spurs his horse forward without warning. Galloping recklessly through the village, sending several locals fleeing for their lives.
At the crossroads he turns his horse sharply, causing it to skid and makes for open country. His robes billowing in the wind.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 19, 2003 20:51:05 GMT
The prince follows ever swiftly and smoothly, his steed turning even the sharpest corners with elven grace. He follows close behind as they come to a narrow passage and brings the stallion to his side when they reach the country once more. Legolas simply smiles at the surprise on WK's face and comes ahead of him; it's his turn to lead now. He leads them through a grassy plain and over a small river, his stallion's hooves never so much as touching the water. The prince sees another forest ahead and turns back to the Witch King, wondering if this is the dark forest he spoke of.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 20, 2003 7:13:09 GMT
*The Witch King growled under his breath. Livid at the elf's brazen behaviour.
He lead the way on rides. It had never been challenged before.
He glared at the Elf's back as they rode through the narrow passage. There was not enough room to pass, everytime he spurred Damnation forward in an attempt to barge past he was defeated by leaning trees and brambles encrouching on the path. He hissed quietly to himself, seething through his teeth. His gaze burning into the back of the Elf.
A morgul blade between the shoulder blades would solve the problem, but that wouldn't be any fun. Although he hated to admit it the Witch King found the Elf's company rather entertaining and had no plans to dispatch of him just yet.
Lost in his thoughts he was almost thrown off balance as Damnation suddenly shied. The horse reared, spinning around on it's hindquarters, trying to run from whatever had frightened it.
It was the river.
Legolas was on the far bank and the Witch King had to call across to him.*
We don't go that way!
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 20, 2003 7:59:11 GMT
Legolas turns and sees the source of the call still on the other side of the river and turns gracefully to meet him again, crossing the river a second time. He trots up to WK, a hand over his chest and his head bowed slightly.
I apologize for my rudeness. Would you care to lead then?
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