Entry Three: Lost Memories
One would be a liar if he told you that thoughts of long ago, did not creep to mind in this place. The Trollshaws somewhat held dear to one’s heart. After all, it was within these lands that he met her.
The fires were doused and the Company would prepare to travel once more. Poor Teleyn had to be awoken by the others, the young woman clearly still tired after the events of the night before. As they returned to their horses, one could feel that of lingering eyes within the trees. After only travelling a little distance down the road, one noticed an Elf Maiden watching the Company as they passed by. It would be unusual for those of the Elf Realm not to patrol their borders and keep watch of strangers.
The Elf Maiden approached one, noticing that he may be that of a Warden. It has been some time since anyone considered one such, even himself. Though we exchanged words, the Elf Maiden did not approve of the look of the Company. She may have been right not to, after all they are a Company of Sell-Swords. One would assure her though that Fiontann was to be trusted, as ally and friend to those of the Elf Realm. She would lower her bow and only heed warning not to trust them, but allowed the Company to continue without conflict.
One caught up to the Company a little, as Fiontann would speak. He assured me that he had spoken with the Warband of Imladris before venturing out of Bree. One would offer council, that some of the company may need a quiet word about how to behave once arriving in Imladris and as we pass through its borders. Fiontann agreed with this and assured one that words would be spoken.
The Company arrived at the base of the Bruinen Gorges, where we would set up our second camp. Leorthir, as one heard others call him would craft a make-shift fishing pole. A fine idea indeed... Teleyn showed her youthful heart, removing her boots and chasing the fish within the water trying to catch them. It was a warming feeling to see such, as the Company bonded without the risk of danger.
Camp was set up upon the high ground of the Gorge. One stood looking out over the marvel, thinking of his past... Thinking of Lirita... This is when he first felt distain for another in the Company.
The man known as Lucifen would make a remark that angered one. “To bad it’s riddled with filthy Elves.” Anger infact, would be putting it lightly. One would have sent the man plummeting to his death, if not for the respect he has for Fiontann. He warned Fiontann, that if the man spoke out of turn like that once more that he would meet his demise. Fiontann would take Lucifen for a quiet word, which was out of earshot for one to hear.
As one gazed into the starlit sky, he was surprised to be approached by Taala. She sensed something troubled one’s mind. We spoke only briefly, but she showed a side that one had never seen from her before. It would appear that there was more than what meets the eye with the daughter of Hardoleth.
The others would begin to rest, as one stood watch whilst clutching that of her locket. As his surroundings would go silent, a smile would faintly cross one’s face. Imladris is not much further and the Company should reach it soon...
