The sun was setting, a beautiful, fiery orange across the sky like a masterpiece on canvas.
Furley's mind wandered back, as the familiar sight of the bridge leading East out of the Lone Lands loomed closer. This held so much significance for the Company. They'd entrusted and lost a caravan shipment here to the elves, and it had bankrupted him and landed him in serious debt to the sharks of Bree-Town. Let's say he didn't stray remotely close to Beggar's Alley even now.
He rememebred her, mainly. They'd once walked this far when escorting the second shipments to Rivendell in an expedition that likely saved his life. He remembered her rags... her hair in a tight bun that exposed her whole facial features, and that dleightful scowl she threw almost as much as a child would smile.
"What are you grinning at?" Davamir asked him, with that irritating, cheek of an expression.
"Nothing" he replied, and then looked toward the road once more.
Don't do it... Davamir, don't do it... Just...
"That was not a nothin' thought there, says I so I do yes sir I says!" he said, kicking his horse closer to Furley much to the latter's irritation.
Furley sighed. "Is anything private to you?"
"Not from you" he grinned back.
"Why am I not surprised. You know... you're not privy to this. Back. Off" Furley said, kicking his heels into his horse in turn to stay a stride ahead.
"Oh, now now! Now, now now, then!" Davamir said, before momentarily yelping in pain, and rubbing his head and looking back irritably. Behind them, the hooded woman stared at Davamir, and although her features were masked Furley knew she was smiling.
"Eurgh. Have it your way, then" he said, and began twanging his bowstring in a bored fashion. "Not like we've got a long road or anything to keep ourselves entertained on" he mumbled to himself.
Furley didn't engage him, but chuckled to himself. As they began to cross, he allowed himself a look at the sunset to the right hand side of the bridge, where once they'd all stood as a group and gazed out together.
The Company. How he'd missed them. But that scowl... he missed that more.
"Maybe you're in Dale" he murmured to himself. "Even if you are not, I will gaze upon the Lake and the Mountain, and perhaps I shall know you more".
