Confused and lost... Who: Voronwë and Radagast When: Early morning present time Where: Outside the Gates of Minas Tirith, close to the tent city of the Rohirrim What: Voronwë wakes up very far from the ship he was sailing only hours ago... Rating: G Status: Complete
Waking up on the hard ground of a bare plain had been confusing enough for Voronwë, since he only moments ago had been onboard the ship he was sailing into the West. But the city towering over the plain against the side of a great mountain only confused him further, and reminded him oddly of Gondolin in grandeur and yet it was a city he had never laid eyes upon before. It was battle-worn, a battle only recently fought if judged by the lingering carnage around him, but even in these morning hours teeming with life and activity.
A small city of tents stood outside the walls, and unless he wished to cross across the plain further away to get to the city, he would have to pass the tents. So far he had seen and heard nothing that seemed threatening, and what he could discern at this distance told nothing of foul creatures or dark intentions. Merely a busy city, perhaps rebuilding what was lost in battle.
Voronwë realised though, that in their eyes he might seem a threat. His sword was at his side and his armour - as light as it was - could indicate intentions of war. And ... none of the inhabitants had espied and approached him yet even as he was in full sight, the morning sun framing him from behind, indicating there were no sharp Elven eyes among the look-outs. His very limited knowledge of the tongue of Man might be a hindrance then, if none of them spoke Quenya or Sindarin.
There was no way around it though. He was clearly no longer on the high sea, and whatever mystery and wizardry this might be, Voronwë was determined to find out. Being the strong optimist that he was, he decided nothing was gained in lingering and started moving towards the small tent city. If none approached him there, or nobody understood him, he would continue to the city gates.