“Here is a good place to camp” I said to myself as I stepped in a clearance between the trees. For my surprise she gave a loud whistle and out of the distant trees, a flawless white horse, beautiful enough to be her horse, came running to her, and before I could do anything, she jumped on its back and raced the wind. It was early spring when I finally made my way through the mountains of Ered Luin and started my journey into Mirkwood, the elven forest. ………………………
After finishing the shower, she walked out of the water and headed for the rock she sat on a while ago. When I was fifteen, I left my village and started my journey to the unknown. My heart jumped and I almost ruined my cover as I saw her face, it is really hard to describe it without using the word magical. My eyes traced down her face to her neck, I couldn’t imagine any more beautiful neck to connect this face to this body, and down to her
