Post by Beowulf on Jul 30, 2005 23:00:19 GMT -5
Beowulf had made his way out of Gondor and arrived in the bounds of Ithilien. Azen went grazing on the rich vegitation as Beowulf relaxed after the long ride. He would stay here...for now... Perhaps he would be able to forget for a time...to not have to think about anything...
Such was his mind as he lay his head down upon the soft earth, and his hands fell down against the ground, digging into the wet dirt.
Such was his mind as he lay his head down upon the soft earth, and his hands fell down against the ground, digging into the wet dirt.