Authorīs note: English is not my first language, Iīm sorry about any
mistakes in my story.
This story is dedicated to my dear friend Nina.
A soft breeze makes the leaves whispering softly. The flowers look even
more red, yellow and purple as the Golden rays of sunshine stream through
them. How peaceful nature is today! I
have not seen my master as carefree and joyfull in a long time as he
had been this afternoon. His heart had been singing, his mind reached
out to the trees around us. The shadows had seemed so far away. It had
been the peace we both, my master and me, had longed for so badly after
being on patrol for more than four months.
How much I hate being on patrol, to see my masterīs golden light, his
joyfull soul, being dimmed by the shadows creeping over our home. The
moaning of the trees are becoming a silent pain for me and it hurts
me even more to see how much my master is being affected by this all.
It had been so nice to see him today, back in the light enjoying his
beloved nature. Singing birds, murmuring in the woods. Peace, so much
I failed him!
Trees whispering around me: Noro Glawar, noro! Bring him home safely!
Oh, how badly I failed him! My master, my friend, my brother, my heart!
His dirty, bloody hands now desperatly clasp my mane, his golden hair
mingling with my silver mane, as his head dangles on my neck, his face
buring with high fever. Rest, my master, I will not let you fall. Save
Noro Glawar, noro! He will not last for much longer!
I failed him!
We had rested on in the clearing for a while, when the ancient trees
had warned us about darkness creeping to us from the east. Legolas had
taken his bow from my back. How much I had hated to see a fierce look
wiping away all the happiness on his noble face.
"I sence the menace too. There may again be grave danger for my
people. We need to know what evil Dol Guldur has spiten out to us again.
Stay with the trees, Glawar, be safe." He gently stroke my neck,
offering me some comfort and seeking it from me at the same time. Then
he was gone.
Many times he had left me behind to check some unknown or known menace,
but this time seeing him sneaking away had sent a sudden chill over
I failed him!
Noro Glawar, noro! It is not your fault!
Uneasiness had gripped me, waiting for my master to return. I sought
comfort from the old trees, but not much time had passed, when they
suddenly screamed out to me, warned me to leave.
At once their evil, rotten smell and dark voices filtered through the
"I am hungry!"
"The elven horse is mine!"
"What a feast!"
Why did I fail to escape? Why did I not see the rope the Orcs had erected
on the ground? Why did I allow them to get their filthy clutches on
my silver fur? I had been flying over the meadow, following the soft
sent of my master. Joy overwhelming me, the dark creatures had not seen
Sniggering orcs around me.
"What a nice elven-horse! It will taste delicious!"
Oh Valar, please let them not hunt down Legolas, please let him get
away! He has suffered enough in his life!
Noro Glawar, noro! Stop blaming yourself!
Stop blaming myself? Oh my beloved trees, I failed him so badly!
He had been far away and would have easily escaped them, made his way
back to the safety of the palace, to his father, his friends, his trees,
Why did he try to rescue me?
Noro Glawar, noro! His golden soul shines through him!
His life is so much more precious than that of a horse. What will become
of Mirkwood if it is to lose her prince? The grief of this loss would
show less mercy than the shadows of Dol Guldur, eating away all joy
from the woodelves.
The scimitar had sparkled maliciously in the bright afternoon-sun. Expecting
the merciless blow from my pursuer, I had squeezed my eyes tight shut.
Instead of feeling overwhelming pain I had been surprised to hear the
orcs angry snarls. An arrow had killed their leader who had been about
Do not fight them for my sake! I am not worthy of that!
The air was full of arrows then. Soon the green grass had been covered
with dead orcs, black blood soaking the peacefull meadow, poisoning
The flood of arrows had ceased. My ears could clearly make out the jingling
sound of deadly blades crushing on one another.
Only one orc left! Soon he joined his filthy fellows on the ground.
My master had killed them all!
Delightness flowed through my whole body.
Noro Glawar, noro! You could not have foreseen it!
A cautinary neigh suddenly filled the clearing, but my warning had come
too late! One of the orcs we had thought to be dead had rose behind
my master. It happend so fast! Legolas had whirled around and stabbed
the filthy creature with one of his twin daggers.
A nightmare! Please Valar, let this be a nightmare!! With horror I had
seen the falling orc stabbing his dirty evil blade deeply into my masterīs
I failed him! He should not have come back for me!
Noro Glawar, noro! Do not feel guilty!
Horror had flown through my whole being when I saw Legolasīfair features
twisting in overwhelming pain when he started trembling and convulsing
The thought had hit me harder than any orc-blade could have done.
I failed him!
Suddently a strange calmness had overcome me. I had to act quickly I
knew or he would be lost. Carefull not to harm him further I had knelt
right next to him and nuzzled him softly. How much it burned my heart
to hear his painfilled moans. The poison searing through his veins had
made it an almost impossible efford for my master to mount. After what
felt like eternity he had been safe on my back. All I could do then
was gallop, gallop as fast as the wind. My masterīs moans increased
when he was tossed around on my back. From time to time I could hear
him cry out. Never ever will I forget these piercing cries!
I failed him!
To cause him more agony by galloping so fast made me feel sick, but
I knew I could not dare to lessen my pace. With every minute the poison
stole more away from his shiny being and pulled him closer to darkness.
Noro Glawar, noro! Bring home your precious burden!
I can feel my masterīs life slowely ebbing away, his breath becomes
more shallow with every moment, his heartbeat weaker. His cries out
from the sharp pain feel like blades piercing through my heart. He killed
them all, rescued me from certain death! Now it is he who is dying.
I need to bring him home, need to gallop faster. Will the healers be
able to defeat the dark poision burning his veins?
Noro Glawar, noro! Do not loose faith!
The palace gate! I can spot it now clearly before me. This journey had
felt like an eternity.
I am not gripped by relief, the danger is not over yet.
We are at home, but did we get here in time? I cannot feel my masterīs
heart beating anymore. It takes everything from me to keep him on my
back, to adjust my way everytime Legolas threatens to fall down. He
seems to be unconcious, his desperate grip on my mane has loosend. Has
he already gone too far? Are we too late? Oh Valar, please allow him
We pass the huge ancient tree next to the palace door. How often I have
stayed here, waiting for my master when he was up in the branch to talk,
to learn even more about the wood as he already knows, to seek comfort
from the old oak, when the shadows overwhelming his home had been to
much for Legolasī caring heart to bear.
I failed him! He is gone, I cannot feel his breath carassing my neck
anymore. Oh please let the healers be able to bring him back!
Passing with a desperate hurry, I almost miss the soft touch of one
of the strong branches on my fur.
Estel Glawar, estel! The darkness has not yet defeated him!