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They're off fighting right now, somewhere along the paths of Weathertop, whilst I remain behind at camp to watch over their gear. There's not much else I can do for them right now with my hand splinted and bandaged. So I sit, I watch and I think whilst I await their return.
I am concerned, that much is true. I find myself wondering how I will feel if they don't make it back. It's not a lack of faith in his ability, or misplaced worry that he will fall. It's simply an exercise in thought. The others, far less experienced, stand a greater chance of dying tonight and it is for them that my concern is greatest. I know the answer, of course. I know which ones I would hurt for, which ones I might shed a tear for, and which ones I would simply shrug off.
***
They're back. Nearly all of them. There are a few yet to arrive, and a few more here that I do not know. I am heartened to see those few I actually care about are whole and well, if a little beaten up. They need rest. I'll remain here through the night.
***
An accord has been reached.
For him, it may be too little, too late. But for me, it is a good thing. The schizm that occurred, the cracks unsealed, the arguments and debates, they will come to an end now.
I was wrong before. I see that now. I was wrong to do to her as she did to me for so long. There's a better way. We've "talked" it over and we both know what must be done. We are in agreement at last. This will work.
***
The hobbit. I don't trust him. He was honest when pressed and yet...
And yet, he could well be useful. If he is as skilled as he claims, his addition to this group may benefit them greatly. Ry will give him the benefit of the doubt, I'm sure. He does that. He gives people chances. I am inclined to do so for the potential inherent in another blade to fight alongside the others, but I'll be watching him all the same.
Atharann has agreed to train me. This could be interesting. Even if I have no need to use such a skill to find that one, it may come in handy for other things. Time will tell one way or the other.
That's all it is now, isn't it? A waiting game.
