aearwen2 | Aearwen's Little Bits

I really need to discipline myself to write these little things again. I keep saying that every week, don't I? But I really do need to get back to them. They were a delightful way to kick-start my Muse in the morning. Lately, however, everytime I manage to finish another chapter in one of my six (count 'em six) Works In Progress for the LotR (not to mention the three (count 'em three more) originals that are still WIP) my Muse blows me a kiss and takes off for between one to four days. Lazy twit!

Anyhoo...

The people of the village stared in amazement as the tall horses emerged from the forest and walked through the town and out again. Sunlight glinted off of the hilts of the long swords that hung at the sides of the warriors, and sparkled in the flowing hair of the women.

Twenty of them there were; tall, graceful, with faces that looked to have seen only a very few summers. They did not speak nor stop at all. But their message was clear.

The stories had been true - there really had been Elves in the forest.

And they were leaving.