Fornost

Fornost

“Your Majesty, they come!”

“Bring my horse. The rest of you know your duties.”

By the gate the army masses. The armored King rides forward, spear in hand. “Today we fight for Fornost!” Men cheer, banners swirl.

Through the gate comes a scout, desperate and hot. “Your Majesty! You must beware!”

“What is it?” demands the King, his horse restive beneath him.

“Glorfindel rides with them!”