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Prologue:
“A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled tonight...,” Legolas said to himself, seeing the very red clouds in the morning sky.
It was a red dawn with a quick sunrise over the land of Rohan this morning. The mountain peaks were covered with snow, glowing in a soft pink in the gentle light. The valley of Meduseld was still lying in shadow and everyone seemed to be sleeping, but a young girl standing in front of the doors of the Golden Hall.
She wore a light-green dress and her hair was flaming red and glowing though it wasn’t touched by the rising sun yet. She had very dark eyes, sharp and intelligent, and a small and fair face. That was Caiswyn, daughter of Théoden, and Lady of Rohan. While she was watching the rising sun she heard clearly words as being spoken by someone standing near her.
Blood has been spilled tonight...
No one was up and with her though and she shivered. She was having this strange but very soft manly voice in her head for a few days now. She never had heard any voice like that before... so soft and strong at the same time.
Legolas shivered. Last night he was having this dream again... He has been in a forest, but not Mirkwood. A young woman, wearing a white, very light dress had been running and dancing through the young birches. Her hair was flaming red and her face... He needed to see her face. He had been running after her, but she was like a deer, brisk and fast. He enjoyed this hunting, but suddenly she was gone.
“Who are you looking for?,” a soft voice had asked from behind him. When he’d turned around, she was standing there, smiling at him.
Who is she..?
Caiswyn was getting her horse ready for a ride. A white stallion, proud and fast as the wind called Wingfoot. He had been her horse for 5 years now and they trusted each other.
She was riding out of cities gates, enjoying the fresh air and the sweet smell of the white flowers growing all over the tumuli in front of the city. Simbelmynë they were called in the language of the Rohirrim. They were covering their ancestor’s graves for centuries, their sweet and heavy odour as sad and dark as the death.
(tbc)
