Following the Trail

It had been an increasingly dark journey, as the Ranger at the High King's crossing had warned. Harsh land, and a constant sense of dread..of being watched from afar, and sometimes from less afar. Lithea and Tolbold had sung a few songs like they would in any Shire Inn, and told each other a few tales. Anything to bring to mind the fair lanes and fields of home. They had rarely lit any fires, their cloaks sufficing in keeping them warm as they headed East. 

The trail was not too difficult to follow. Less Men now rode ahead, and since they turned from the fields of Fornost, they could not make out any at all. There had also been a few bodies on the trail, until they turned to the Greenway. 

Tolbold said he had studied what maps the bounders had access to. Hw was making for a Dwarven stronghold. And that night they had sat for a while watching the stars, and wondering about Henepa and Gaisarix, and how they were faring. 

"We'll find 'em right enough, Tolbold, won't we." Lithea had asked, seeking reassurance.