(Audio is recommended for further immersion)
It was a cold day in The Mark, the day called for spring, where the flower began to bloom and the green meadow swept you with breeze as you walked. Up through the hill in the slope for the way to the mountains, seen two sort of figures, both were uniquely distinct. One was broad and tall, and one was small and petite. In the background placed an abandoned shack, already broken and the owner seemed long gone.
"And the three, the two, the one... Hide or not, here I come!" A lovely voice echoed through his ear, it was the sound of playfulness, a sound of joy and innocence. It was the sound of a beautiful lily, a bloom in the meadow, Cereneld her name was. She was accompanied by a boy just of her age, no more than thirteen years, yet he bore a size unfit for his title. "Hmm... I wonder where he is..." The girl mumbled in jest, for she knew where the boy hid, yet she played the scene well, toying with the fooled boy. "Ha!" With a sudden jump, she appeared before him with a wily smirk painted by her lips, and the boy frowned, and argued in his defense, "Oh, why must you find me everytime.. Be it my turn, you vanish in thin air!" He continued to frown yet the girl giggled continuously, uncaring of his babble. "Come on now Helm, you always find a hiding spot that's smaller than your head, let alone your stately body!" She clearly stated her words to complete her sally. The boy, stood in annoyance saw a glimpse of her remiss, quickly seized the chance to bind her and with great success he did. "Aha! Now it is my turn, prepare an endless torture of kittle!" He chuckled and grinned sinisterly, then proceeded to tickle the bounded maiden. "Ahahah.. Helm, stop! Y-You- ahahahah~" She was helplessly laughing, being embraced by his ties, though it was not long for the girl to escape for she possessed clever wit. She blew a cold air off to his face, and the boy groaned by the work of her device, breaking the bond of the girl, she fled away, making her way to the ruins of the abandoned shack, all while the boy returned on his feet and began to chase her over. His face was not of hate, yet a bright smile as the moment was unmistakably proved too fond for him to frown anymore. "I swear I'm going to get you, a brave rider shan't rest until he is won!" The girl kept laughing along the way, using her witty mind to make use of the ladder, she climbed it over and cornered herself by the attic. The attic itself had no roof, in return it offered a magnificent spectacle of the world beyond. It spanned over ten horizons or more that you could see Edoras from afar, and the great fortress of Hornburg to the west. It was said that you could see the rivers of Anduin, but surely it must be the children's jest. "I got you... hindered.... at last..." The boy spoke out of his breath, as the chase proved unbearable for his body. The girl did not heed his threat, for she was mesmerized by the view that were described before. The boy washed his playful grin, now merely smiled, he crawled over to be seated beside her, looking over the horizon they stayed silent save for their breathes still gasping from the previous play they did. The silent broke as the girl worded, "I will never get tired of this view, Helm.. One day, I shall live in this house with a valiant rider in my stead, he will serve and treat me like a fair maiden..." The girl turned her head over to the boy. "And you, Helm, will find another house to live. Perhaps the farm by Stonedeans, living with your Hill-wife." Her face was painted bright with more of her queer jest. The boy glanced at the lady with disapproval, he shook his head never so quickly in his life. "No, you will live in Stonedeans along with your wild-men, not I! I will have a beautiful lady instead, and never will you be my consideration." The girl slightly frowned and punched his chest, fixing her sight away from him. The boy watched her as he thought of his remark then slowly turned his head to the horizon. "I-I didn't mean to... I mean... I-I thought we were jesting still..." He felt guilty of his word, anxiously playing with his fingers as the day slowly fell. While the situation felt tense, the air told otherwise, a great surge came from the girl as she hit him on the arm, "Tag, you're it! Race you back to the village!" She exclaimed, rushing herself off the lader and away she went. The boy stayed speechless, recollecting his thought "Bugger, that sly mousedeer, not again.." He mumbled, then a smirk sparked before his mouth, "Cereneld! You'll pay for what you did!". So the chase continued on as the night came, what of their fate, they themselves wondered.
( Disclaimer : I do not wish to speak ill of people that like to assume their role as wild-men. It is my conclusion of my understanding that they are not viewed well by the people of The Mark due of their brief history. It can also be the case that they are children, therefore still unlearned in manners and ethics).
