Entry Eleven: An Unfortunate End
The foul taint of the previous night still floods the cool air, within the Misty Mountains. The Company had spent the night within Gloin’s Camp, mostly in silence other than the odd whispers. The Bloody Dawn had been refused entry into Imladris, after the evil words of one man towards the Elves. Lucifen would remain to look smug as the rest of the Company would scowl. Most wanted to inflict pain upon Lucifen, but this would not solve the problem.
Illith, one’s old friend... It had been such a time we had spent apart. One would climb upon her saddle, struggling due to his injured ribs and set off away from the Company. Someone needed to seek council with the Elves... Someone needed to attempt to mend what was broken...
Those on guard, eyes would linger though allowed one to pass alone. One would take Illith to the Stable, knowing she would be safe there for the time being. Though still in pain, he needed to do this. Staggering through the Vale, one would just reach the Last Homely House before seeing at least one friendly face. Tianne would approach with smile upon face, though it would soon disappear when she noticed one was injured. It was then one saw Khalis.
One would speak, seeking council. Khalis would explain that what’s done is done, there would be no changing the mind of Lady Elisbeth. It would not be long before the Lady herself would arrive, amongst many others who would stand and stare. Many would speak, Tianne included. She would defend one, pleading that he should not be judged with the others. Though Lady Elisbeth would see one only the same as that of Lucifen...
Though when brought into conversation, how Elves are quick to insult and ridicule the Race of Men also the fact was disputed and ignored. One can not blame the Elves for insulting that of Men, though to judge all as one seemed hastey. Khalis would ask for a boon, at least for one. To remain in Imladris until his wounds healed. Tianne seemed to think the judgement was unfair. The boon was allowed, but not without Khalis being seen as less from Elisbeth. One would owe great debt to Khalis now, till death or fulfilled.
It was time to allow the others to know the terrible news. One would walk to the border, continuing to nurse his ribs. The Company had reached the gate, Rogue would stand silent. One still untrusting of the man, told him he was to collect his horse and leave the Vale. Lucifen would still look and act better than all around him, but it seemed to be a front. Behind the smoke and mirrors, lay a man full of regret and remorse. Vendrith would be that one felt sorry for. The man had spoke of returning to Imladris, living there as a youth he called it home. It would seem the honour would have been stripped from beneath his feet.
The walk through Imladris was upsetting. We would stop so those could take one last look at that of the Vale. Vendrith would shed a tear as we neared the southern gate. This is where one would depart from the Company. One felt sorrow for those punished because of one man’s opinion. One would speak with Fiontann once healed, though would send a messenger raven with his thoughts and apologies.
The quest, deep within the Misty Mountains had ended for the Grey Warden...
Though successful... It felt as though we failed...
