Mask of the Red Witch (2)

The birds chirped a melodious tone akin to that of a soft flute. Transparent leaves with hints of soft hues hummed with their leaves. Children's laughter, women's chatter, and the laborers' grunts all worked in sync painting a harmonious scene before anyone's eyes.

Inside that cave where two palaces stood, sounds of men and other creatures alike boom in unison as they hit the ground with swords and sticks. The rigorous training that Theoden and Yrah were putting them through was hell. And they loved it. 

"Several had broken through Grand ranks in just a small amount of time." Theoden felt proud that he had imparted something to these soldiers. "Soldiers, mhmm." The words made him think. Can he really call them soldiers?

"Master Theoden?" Prince Devon called his attention. He had been standing behind him for awhile now and calling him, but he seemed lost in thought. "Is something wrong?"