((Hey again. Time has passed since I last wrote on this story. There are so many memories, and so many stories to consider. But I hope you all bare with me in my search to find the story in its whole. there are so many great story's, and so many great RP'ers that have crossed Arangilas path. I do think they all have their rightful place to be mentioned. They have all affected Arangilas as a person through his voyage - and also touched me. There is a thread through it all that hopefully will come together as I want it to do. And it is gathering up all these threads the story will continue to do right now. Hope you will enjoy))
Arangilas sat at the campfire, halfway into his tent – gazing at the fire.
Tamara was sleeping inside the tent.
They had become good friends, and he enjoyed her company very much.
Her interest in old writings and the history of all the lands throughout Middle Earth had produced many a good conversation between them.
Arangilas had agreed to accompany her on her travel for a while – Guiding and protecting her while she explored some of the ruins in the areas around the Lone Lands.
They would soon press on to the Trollshaws to continue her survey there.
His mind again drifted back to Rivendell and its calm and beautiful atmosphere…
He truly looked forward to see it again, and to rest with old friends… family…
He had other engagements there as well.
He had heard that one of the people he was seeking might be there now.
A man who Arangilas had tremendous amount of respect for, and who had been a dear, close and trusted friend of his father.
“He will know what to do” Arangilas uttered to himself.
Arangilas picked up a small stick and stirred the fire – just like his father used to do.
He was still a little shook up by his earlier…encounter…or what ever he should call it, this strange meeting with his father.
He truly did not know what to make of it.
But even if it was just a projection of his own mind – the words uttered were none the less true, and he now felt more then ready to take on the task ahead of him.
His strings of thoughts were suddenly disrupted by movement at the corner of his eyes.
“Have you not slept, Sir Arangilas?”
Tamara was now awake.
Arangilas gave her a slight smile while shaking his head.
“Please… Call me Arangilas…Just Arangilas”
Arangilas looked up at the starry skies with a sigh of content.
“And no… It is such a fine night, and I guess I just got caught in its endlessness”
Tamara looked up at the sky and sighed happily as well.
“Yes… it truly is most wonderful, is it not?… It makes you feel quite small though”
She gave him a teasingly grin, wrinkling her nose as she often did.
Arangilas kept his gaze on the flickering lights on the black canvas while nodding slowly.
***
They had reached Rivendell without any further incidents.
Arangilas had felt the sense of renewal... just by being there.
Tamara had loved it.
They spent days wandering through the woods, listening to the birds - always in some sort of discussion on matters of lore, history, and the wonders of life.
She had accompanied him while visiting his mothers final resting place.
She had even laid down fresh flowers by the site.
The path of the two newfound friends would separate here.
Tamara had been granted to accompany a small group of elves who were travelling through areas she was interested in exploring.
Arangilas had met with his fathers old friend, and was now preparing to travel with him to a hidden place in the mountains.
This would be Arangilas home for a while, as he would go through more training and have time to meditate on the tasks before him.
He only felt sorrow for not being able to tell people close to him that he would not return for a long time.
He was afraid they would not understand...
The feeling of yet again betraying his friends wore heavy on his shoulders.
But he knew it was the only way...
Little did Arangilas know this day, that the upcoming year would change him in so many ways.
((to be continued))
