°•*⁀➷ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒#🏹🌋⚔️
-', ༄ ❪ 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙰𝚂 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙵 ❫
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ gyda carries a legacy she
might not be able to bear ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩
❝ 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙞�...
*。☆。 ★。＼｜／。★ ˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ BALLAD OF BROKEN SWORDS ❱ *✧ ─── ❝ ❪ SHEPHERDS OF THE FOREST ❫ ❞ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT FOUR ── respice finem 🏹 ⁺⑅
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═════════ ☆•° °•☆ ═════════ CHILDREN OF ARDA DUOLOGY⋆ ☄. ♯ ❝ YOU HAD US WORRIED ❞ CHAPTER FORTY SIX ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ˚ ₊ ♡ the third age ─── year 3019 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
THEIR TRAVELS FROM HELM'S DEEP TO ISENGARD WERE MOSTLY SPEND IN SILENCE. Most men who followed their Fellowship were still weary—either physical or with grief. It thickened the atmosphere heavily as they rode. Every sound—the rustle of leaves, the creak of leather, the distant call of a bird—seemed amplified by it.
At the front Gandalf rode upon his white steed, one that seemed to glow with light every time the sun shone upon it. Close behind him, King Theóden and his nephew Éomir followed him with a few of their loyal guardsmen. Their horses trotted silently.
Though it was a short trip of a day and a half, time seemed to move slowly. But perhaps it was because with every minute that passed, Gyda's worried gaze remained fixated on Elgarain.
The High-Queen sat atop her horse with practice ease—to most who did not know here well enough. But to Gyda, her stature was easily distinguished as a rather well executed ruse. The way her shoulder twitched every so often or how her thighs would cling to her horse a little tighter than normal. As if she were afraid she'd topple over if met with the slightest stroke of wind.
The dread in her stomach had not settled since they left the keep of Rohan's fortress, no it had increased by tenfold. Gnawing like a beast willing to break free from her.
Gyda urged her horse forward, drawing closer to Elgarain. She wished to reach out, find a way to ease her pain, but to do so would mean to reveal their problem. And the road was no place for such things.
"What is it that has you so worried?"
Gyda's attention is drawn away from her dearest friend.
Legolas' face is marred with worry when he noticed her own frown. "Gyda what is wrong?"
Her heart called for her to tell him, to confide in him—to let him help like he had promised to always do only a day ago in Helm's Deep. "Nothing is wrong Legolas." She replied evenly, avoiding his watchful gaze.
Legolas directed his horse closer to her and lowered his voice when he spoke again; "Gyda you can trust me."
"I trust you." She answered without hesitation nor doubt. "I just worry for Elgarain's safety, you know I do." The half-truth tasted bitter on her tongue and in his eyes, Gyda knew Legolas did not believe her.
