A Journal for the Journey - Entry 3
3rd Orithil of Laer, T.A 3018
I did not think our journey would have gotten off to such a rough foot. Vardarianna had been kidnapped, I was inflicted with poison... my mind spins in confusion as I write down my thoughts, all but happy as I lay by these ruins, watching Minyelaírë and Vardarianna converse.
What was so wrong about us going to Harad? Why are these men chasing Minyelaírë? Alas, so many questions I hold, so many more are forming in my head.
Vardarianna... I am sure she still despises me. Poor girl. It was not my intention to come off as a rival to Minyelaírë's affections. I could tell all to well that she thought I was not capable of holding my own in battle. Nonsense! Did Minyelaírë not tell her that I have been carrying a blade for five thousand years?
(Daerundros shakes her head slightly, as she scribbles down on the page of her journal.)
So I watch this warg, Radbug. He seems to bear no ill towards any of us, although we all know far too well that he serves the enemy. But his eyes do not betray any sort of malice and evil. Perhaps he is not as evil as I thought, though, forigive me, he brought the necessary herbs needed to cure my ailing poison.
And then there is Tyelepoma. I shudder to think that Minyelaírë may have slain him. Loteriel... I know that you must defend your life... yet... striking a fellow Elf? I dread to think of the consequences, but...
(Daerundros' head suddenly snaps up, her black eyes lightening back to Sea Blue. Minyelaírë and Vardarianna do not notice, far too entwined in conversation to watch Daerundros.)
Perhaps I may be able to cure his ailment, if he still lives. For I know that Minyelaírë's spear was crafted from the remains of the brood of Ungoliant. It may come from tainted remains, but if it is not used for evil, then I shall not bother with it. I will try and find a cure to his poisoned state. The children of Ungoliant deliver hard poison, and I think only one cure shall suffice...
Uilos is the name of the herb that may be able to cure Tyelepoma's ailment. But I am in doubt. Will Minyelaírë hate me for this? Will she scorn my decision? Alas, I am not sure. But one thing is sure; Tyelepoma must not know that I sent the cure.