Closed|| Big city lights
@thebamfblueelf
The sky was blue, vividly blue, even though a cold wind was blowing that day. But Huor was confused and probably scared because he did not know where he was. This place had nothing to do with his homeland. The people who were walking up and down the streets wore strange clothes and they were glaring at him. Huor did not understnad why.
He looked back at them in dismay, not knowing what to do that moment. He did not utter a word because he doubted that they would understand a word. Those people were certainly foreigners, and he did not know if he should trust them. He just stood still and silent, unsure of where to go. For this city was vast, he could see it. He did not like it at all.
Huor was so melancholic that moment, and he felt tired as well. He was trying so hard to understand what had just happened to him but he could not understand a thing that moment. He was still standing still, looking at a man who was coming towards him. “Le suilon, mellon-nin” Huor spoke in Sindarin. “I am Huor, the son of Galdor and Hareth.”
