{Video: Open to Both Courts}
Oct. 24th, 2014 04:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
{Strangely, Aragorn's Locket is resting on a tree stump, left unattended for the time being. However that can be forgiven when the video focuses on the man speaking quietly to a pure white Unicorn. His words are like a melody, the language soothing for even the most skittish of beasts.
The Unicorn, who is named Ehtyarion, is nuzzling Aragorn's shoulder, his ears perked forward to hear every word.}
Prestad? {"Is there trouble?" Ehtyarion shakes his head, flicking his mane out of his eyes so that he can see the man better. There is intelligence in his gaze - the sort of wisdom that is gained from experience. King Thranduil has sent Aragorn a fine companion.}
Agorel vae, Ehtyarion. {"Thank you, Ehtyarion." The man leans his forehead against the Unicorn's neck, running his fingers through the silken mane. After a minute or so, he steps back, allowing Ehtyarion a clear path to leave.
It might strike some viewers as odd that there isn't any sign of tack on the Unicorn, but, even if Ehtyarion were a regular horse, Aragorn wouldn't need such devices. While a saddle is nice, he can communicate his wants and needs without employing dominance and control.
The graceful creature picks his way across the forest pathway, hooves hardly making a sound as he trots. Aragorn then scoops up the Locket and alters the settings.}
{Private to Arwen, Eowyn, Faramir, Gimli and Legolas.}
I am ever restless - even in this time of joyful celebration. Ehtyarion allows me to cover more ground, yet one scout - one Ranger - is not sufficient. Ensure that your senses are keen and not addled by food or drink.
{Because he can't defend everyone at once like he is wont to do.}
Should I discover news worth sharing, you shall be the first to hear it.
{/}
The Unicorn, who is named Ehtyarion, is nuzzling Aragorn's shoulder, his ears perked forward to hear every word.}
Prestad? {"Is there trouble?" Ehtyarion shakes his head, flicking his mane out of his eyes so that he can see the man better. There is intelligence in his gaze - the sort of wisdom that is gained from experience. King Thranduil has sent Aragorn a fine companion.}
Agorel vae, Ehtyarion. {"Thank you, Ehtyarion." The man leans his forehead against the Unicorn's neck, running his fingers through the silken mane. After a minute or so, he steps back, allowing Ehtyarion a clear path to leave.
It might strike some viewers as odd that there isn't any sign of tack on the Unicorn, but, even if Ehtyarion were a regular horse, Aragorn wouldn't need such devices. While a saddle is nice, he can communicate his wants and needs without employing dominance and control.
The graceful creature picks his way across the forest pathway, hooves hardly making a sound as he trots. Aragorn then scoops up the Locket and alters the settings.}
{Private to Arwen, Eowyn, Faramir, Gimli and Legolas.}
I am ever restless - even in this time of joyful celebration. Ehtyarion allows me to cover more ground, yet one scout - one Ranger - is not sufficient. Ensure that your senses are keen and not addled by food or drink.
{Because he can't defend everyone at once like he is wont to do.}
Should I discover news worth sharing, you shall be the first to hear it.
{/}