PreciousKitten
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- Jun 27, 2024
The shrill wind kept battering across the surface of the rocky ground and the sleek figure of a black stallion who immediately began to fuss due to the roaring noise. He had never been too partial to the mountains, especially during a mild storm such as this that the pair found themselves caught in. Norissa stumbled on more than a single occasion, somehow able to regain lost footing each time though the fifth instance almost caused the elf to end up falling. Sheer luck prevented the act of plummeting almost forty feet down into the misty terrain below, an action that would likely leave her injured and stranded without a soul to turn to for assistance. "Hush, it is but the wind." Her words were meant to soothe the snorting beast, but even that did not seem to have much of an effect on his inherent fear that came out as anger. Instead, one gust caused him to stamp down a hoof in such a manner that it sent some of the rocks below careening off the mountain. Along with them the brunette could barely make out a large handsewn pack that contained a majority of the leftover rations which were meant to be used on the return home.
'When did it manage to come loose...' Her eyes narrowed in clear contemplation but dwelling on the how did not matter as much right now, being at least two days out from Lorien and finding herself without anything in terms of food or drink meant the situation just became dire. The closest place to go to replenish supplies would lie in Mirkwood, a place that Norissa had not entered in quite some years; at least not without her grandfather to accompany her. Would they even see fit to render assistance to someone who was practically a stranger to them? She reasoned that the only way forward was to try, carefully climbing off the back of the steed and leading him down the rest of the way into the forestry below. Hours passed before the elven female found herself coming close to the outskirts of the main encampment, quite a few eyes were now trained onto her and weapons alike.
"Stop, I have lost my supplies I need to return home. I simply wish to replace them here." Norissa tried to convey her wishes to the sentry that were stationed out front, realizing that two of them appeared to be a little confused about the nature of her appearance until it dawned on them with the manner of her dress and the circlet that adorned her forehead. The symbol being quite familiar and belonging to that of Rivendell, to possess such meant that she held a status among the elves of that area, and it was enough to get them to part the gates and allow entry. Norissa whispered something softly and the stallion followed along obediently, clearly holding a sort of attachment to her.
Her eyes were keen on evaluating all of the sights and sounds that went on before her, one of the guards taking it upon themselves to escort her to have an audience with their king. Norissa barely had a moment to prepare as the doors were suddenly thrust open, revealing a silver haired male that was seated upon the throne and at the noise of the entrance opening had moved his attention from the conversation going on to bore down on the new visitor. She knew enough to kneel down as a means of courtesy, knowing that being outside of her own realm required the tact of utilizing customs so as not to offend.
"My apologies, your grace. I had been on my way back to Rivendell when the storm along the mountains ruined the supplies I carried. I came here to humbly request aid in the form of some rations and water to make the journey." Her head remained bowed for almost a minute before coming back up again, finally meeting the gaze of the male that others knew as Thranduil. "I have been told it is urgent that I return, something is coming, and the roads become less safe by the day."
'When did it manage to come loose...' Her eyes narrowed in clear contemplation but dwelling on the how did not matter as much right now, being at least two days out from Lorien and finding herself without anything in terms of food or drink meant the situation just became dire. The closest place to go to replenish supplies would lie in Mirkwood, a place that Norissa had not entered in quite some years; at least not without her grandfather to accompany her. Would they even see fit to render assistance to someone who was practically a stranger to them? She reasoned that the only way forward was to try, carefully climbing off the back of the steed and leading him down the rest of the way into the forestry below. Hours passed before the elven female found herself coming close to the outskirts of the main encampment, quite a few eyes were now trained onto her and weapons alike.
"Stop, I have lost my supplies I need to return home. I simply wish to replace them here." Norissa tried to convey her wishes to the sentry that were stationed out front, realizing that two of them appeared to be a little confused about the nature of her appearance until it dawned on them with the manner of her dress and the circlet that adorned her forehead. The symbol being quite familiar and belonging to that of Rivendell, to possess such meant that she held a status among the elves of that area, and it was enough to get them to part the gates and allow entry. Norissa whispered something softly and the stallion followed along obediently, clearly holding a sort of attachment to her.
Her eyes were keen on evaluating all of the sights and sounds that went on before her, one of the guards taking it upon themselves to escort her to have an audience with their king. Norissa barely had a moment to prepare as the doors were suddenly thrust open, revealing a silver haired male that was seated upon the throne and at the noise of the entrance opening had moved his attention from the conversation going on to bore down on the new visitor. She knew enough to kneel down as a means of courtesy, knowing that being outside of her own realm required the tact of utilizing customs so as not to offend.
"My apologies, your grace. I had been on my way back to Rivendell when the storm along the mountains ruined the supplies I carried. I came here to humbly request aid in the form of some rations and water to make the journey." Her head remained bowed for almost a minute before coming back up again, finally meeting the gaze of the male that others knew as Thranduil. "I have been told it is urgent that I return, something is coming, and the roads become less safe by the day."