Neth grunts as she's knocked off her feet at the end of the sparring match, she rubs her cheek and frowns, her sword on the ground next to her. She then looks up to her sparring partner, and they both chuckle.

"Captain... You really have let yourself go..." Miranwyn taunted playfully and extended a hand to Neth. Who shook her head, grabbing her sword and pulling herself up with the aid of her friend, "Yeah... I have... Havent I. Used to be I was the one picking YOU up the floor" She nods back and took a few steps back to prepare her stance again.

“We must start training,” he said, as he sipped at the mug of elderflower and honey drink I had made. There will come a time when we have to go after that man. We must both be ready.”

Mortals:  A Case Study (Hour of the Wolf)

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

7 Quellë in the Reckoning of Imladris

Yllfa's connecting stories can be read here:
Rising from the Ashes. Part One.
Rising from the Ashes. Part Two.
Rising from the Ashes. Part Three.

A cold cell in a colder tower. The stone beneath him was slick with blood. The taunting cries of his jailors echoed off the walls and around his head like a nightmare from which he could not wake. 

She had felt someone take her hand more than once in her restless sleep. She heard multiple voices speaking to her at different times. Though her mind was a haze which mostly consisted of terrible dreams, she could feel their worry. They cared about what happened to her.

She wasn't sure when it happened, but the evening came when she was able to crack open her eyes. Her brain seemed more foggy than it had while she slept and the light from the fireplace stung her eyes.

(Finally moved under the appropriate character)