After Orlanth had severed his bonds at Old Top Little Big had leapt to
Sartar's Knoll and from there to Whitewall. There he needed to rest. He
curled up in a ball atop the high tor and slept. Now Little Big had two
horns on his head. One spiral, one curled. One big, one little. One for
peace and plenty, one for war and scarcity. Many powers sought his horns for
their power. He had long fled them and had learned many mighty leaps during
the pursuit. But no matter how many of his leaps he used his foes were
always close behind him. After he had exhausted every leap but one they
finally cornered him and bound him while they argued over who would get his
horns. He was saved when his master's master came and did battle with his
enemies. At first Little Big feared that Orlanth too would take his horns
but he just ruffled his wool and sent him on his way. And so there he was.
Once Little Big had slept enough he awoke and saw that he was on top of a
mighty Tor. He looked around and saw that there was an abudance of lush
grass around the Tor's base. And not only that but a beautiful flock of
white ewes. Now Little Big had been running from his foes for a long time
and he had never had the time to cover any ewes. His tails wagged at the
sight and he was all set to leap down and cavort with them when he heard an
angry bleat. He turned and saw a midnight black ram. "Mine," bawed the Ram
and he dug at the rock with his forehoof leaving a groove. Well this was a
fight that Little Big could handle himself. Lowering his two horns he
charged the black ram. The black ram did the same and there was a mighty
clash when they met. The pair battled back and forth over the top of the
Tor, scoring the rock and knocking each other every which way. They were so
evenly matched that it seemed that neither could win. Suddenly though the
black ram struck Little Big and with a loud crack one of his horns broke
off. Well this was enough for him and using the one leap he had never used
before he leapt up, off the Tor and out of sight. Black Beauty, for that was
the black ram's name nodded in satisfaction and descended from the Tor to
show his ewes who was in charge.
And there Little Big's horn lay until Sestarto came to build Whitewall and
he left the horn lying where it was and built around it because like
everyone else he had no idea which horn Little Big had lost.
(An idea for how Little Big lost his horn at WW),
Oliver