Entry Ten: Road to Ruin
His ribs would continue to cause discomfort. One barely slept as the others would begin to rise. It was time for the Company to return home. Fiontann asked if one could lead the Company back through the Mountains. Though still in pain, one accepted and led the Company through the Giant Halls. The Avalanche prevented us from returning the way we came, leaving us only one accessible path. The path which leads directly through Gabilazan.
We reached the southern gate to the ruined fortress. There would be no available route without facing that of the Dourhand that reside there. The Company fought well, even one would slay but a few whilst injured. His abilities limited, due to injury. As we passed through, bloody and battered we would see a familiar face at the northern gate. Khalis of the Warband of Imladris would approach us, alongside a Elf Maiden, who went by the name Elisbeth.
One stood silent, as the Bloody Dawn would deal with the situation. Though this would appear a bad move. Arguments began over the fact that one of the Warband, Faelyne would continue to accompany us. It was then one’s blood would begin to boil once more. Lucifen would throw ultimate insult at the Elves, as they would begin to leave. Time after time, one warned him of his actions before but this was the last straw. With what force one could provide, he punched Lucifen and sent him down into the snow. Lucifen would try to retaliate but one was quick enough to move out the way.
That of the Warband warned the Company not to enter the Vale. The insult blocking our easiest way home. Khalis would tilt his head at one as they left. Does one still have the loyalty of the Elves? Shaking one’s head, we would continue in silence. One strode ahead, seeking solitude and quiet as the others would bicker. The Company would seem to be falling apart, with hope of returning home looking slim.
We reached that of Gloin’s Camp, where Fiontann sent word for the Horses to be sent. Illith was a sight for sore eyes, one had missed her. We would remain at the camp, though most would remain in silence. One would attempt to plee to the Elves, within the Hall of Fire this night. Though one does not believe he should, the insult salting the wound of the loss of Lirita. But some who said nothing deserve to go home. Fiontann, Brammy... and Teleyn...
It would all come down to one. Not with his skill on the field, yet that of diplomacy. One would be known as the Grey Warden elsewhere... Though among the Vale... Valindal Telrunya must make attempt for the sake of the Dawn...
