When the Eagles come out to play (3010 January)
Aug 24, 2018 17:14:07 GMT -5
Post by Landroval on Aug 24, 2018 17:14:07 GMT -5
Landroval soared through the sky high above Middle-Earth, his eyes fixed upon the mountainside of the Hithaeglir far below. It was a night without many clouds, so Landroval made sure to fly high to avoid being spotted despite only the stars and moon illuminating the world below, his eyes still aware of the movement on the ground. For any bird of lesser stature this might be an impossible feat, but for a Great Eagle of Manwë it was hardly a slight encumbrance. Regardless, being seen by the eyes of the enemy was still possible tonight if they only looked up, as the eagle spotted his prey far below on the mountainside. A company of goblins were marching in single file on a path through the mountains. It didn't bode well when the vermin were bold enough to march outside of their caves, and it seemed that they needed to be made aware of this fact by claw and beak. They numbered around thirty, from what Landroval spotted with his keen eyes, and while he believed in his own ability to whip them all out if needed, he was glad that he was not flying alone that night.
The eagle turned his head to his right, where Gwahir flew some distance beside him. Landroval closed the distance before he spoke to his brother and friend, his voice loud enough to be heard by his lord despite their flight. It was fortunate that even the most trained ears of the goblins wouldn't be able to hear them this high in the sky. There was some playfulness to the voice of Landroval, yet as always as the topic of goblins was being discussed, there was a certain seriousness in his tone as well. "No doubt your sharp eyes have already spotted our prey of the night, brother! Shall we ensure that they never see the darkness of their caves again?" Gwaihir knew that his brother wouldn't like any other course, yet Landroval knew in turn that his brother was wiser, and if an action other than a direct attack would be more disastrous for the goblin forces at large, The Windlord had the support and aid of his most trusted Chieftain.
The eagle turned his head to his right, where Gwahir flew some distance beside him. Landroval closed the distance before he spoke to his brother and friend, his voice loud enough to be heard by his lord despite their flight. It was fortunate that even the most trained ears of the goblins wouldn't be able to hear them this high in the sky. There was some playfulness to the voice of Landroval, yet as always as the topic of goblins was being discussed, there was a certain seriousness in his tone as well. "No doubt your sharp eyes have already spotted our prey of the night, brother! Shall we ensure that they never see the darkness of their caves again?" Gwaihir knew that his brother wouldn't like any other course, yet Landroval knew in turn that his brother was wiser, and if an action other than a direct attack would be more disastrous for the goblin forces at large, The Windlord had the support and aid of his most trusted Chieftain.
Gwaihir