A sweet flower scented breeze rolled across serene fields. Clouds lazily drifted across 1an azure sky. Far off in the distance near the tree line, a few horses were grazing. A small farmhouse stood not far from them. No smoke coiled from the chimney this lazy summer day.
Egfor stood at the center of this meadow landscape, all of his senses taking in the somewhat familiar place and sensations. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up towards the sun, letting it heat his face as a smile drifted across his face.
He opened his eyes abruptly upon hearing strange sounds that did not natively sound at this location; the sound of creaking leather and wood and metal clanking, the sound of thousands of boots and bodies moving.
He found himself between two armies; Dunlending and Rohirrim.
The Dunlendings were clad in red furs and leathers, gleaming spears and axes in hands. Red ribbons tied to their weapons and red paint on their faces.
The Rohirrim were clad in red hauberks and crested helmets. Their shields and banners were just plain red. Quite unusual.
The largest man of each side came forward, weapons in hand, standing on either side of Egfor, weapons pointed at the man.
The Dunlending spoke first, "You are too.. forgoil to he considered with us, boy. Look at you, a disgrace!
The Rohirrim man shakes his head with a disgusted look, "He is too tainted by your damn kind to be an Eorling."
Egfor spoke next, a snarl in his voice, "I didn't choose the circumstances of my birth. It is unfair to judge me! Enough already! I cannot keep doing this!"
Both armies erupted into loud arguments, screaming and threatening each other.
Egfor bellowed, "ENOUGH! I Can't do this anymore!" He whirls around, looking at either side. "I cannot keep living being torn apart by generations of war and distrust. I'll make my own path, if no one accepts me."
Suddenly both leaders lifted their weapons, piercing Egfor's sides.
Egfor let out a startled gasp and bolted upright. He clenches his sides where he got stabbed in his dreams. He found himself eye to eye with those gentle doe eyes. Those sweet doe eyes that enchanted him, making him yearn to stare into them forever. He was the hunter, after all.
