The One Hour Fellowship Writing Challenge

Thoughts by Eruvanne


At that moment the old man quickened his pace and came with surprising speed to the foot of the rock-wall. Then suddenly he looked up, while they stood motionless looking down. There was no sound. They could not see his face; he was hooded, and above the hood he wore a wide-brimmed hat, so that all his features were overshadowed, except for the end of his nose and his grey beard.

Thoughts
By
Eruvanne

At that moment the old man quickened his pace and came with surprising speed to the foot of the rock-wall. Then suddenly he looked up, while they stood motionless looking down. There was no sound. They could not see his face; he was hooded, and above the hood he wore a wide-brimmed hat, so that all his features were overshadowed, except for the end of his nose and his grey beard.

They all stared at the old man as he stood there at the base of the wall. What was he going to do? The man had been following the three hunters all day.

Aragorn stood tensely looking at the old man. Who was he? Did he know anything about their missing friends? Being a ranger, Aragorn tried to discern where the man might be from. But all his efforts were in vain.

Legolas stood coolly looking at the old man. He knew not if the man was friend or foe but he felt that the man was on their side. Never before had the elvish prince encountered anything so mysterious or terrifying.

Gimli stood nervously looking at the old man. He was sure the man was Saruman. Who else could it be? Eomer had told them of Saruman’s disguise as an old man and here was an old man. There was no doubt of what to do in his mind. The dwarf could not understand his friends’ hesitance to kill the stranger.

The three stood with their own thought flying through their minds. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the old man himself.

“Well met indeed, my friends. I wish to speak to you. Will you come down, or shall I come up?