Lieta

They had made it to Gaeded’s home town of Stoke under the worst of conditions. It became apparent that the Eorling was finding that her home was changed since she last returned. The building stress was making Lieta nervous about staying, but the Eorling wanted to continue their journey from Bree. It also wasn’t helping that Athlenah was getting homesick after she and three others of the company were captured and beaten in Dunland.

It was an early afternoon when Freyntar walked into the Prancing Pony to have some meal and ale, he ordered some meat and ale and to his surprise he found another Dwarf in the inn, who ordered the same after him. He didn't expect it and after his first surprise and some anger, the two greeted each other and sat to eat and exchange news, of the Blue Mountains one and of the World the other.

Blisters and sore feet made up most of the third day. Sigfread lectured her about needing to be able to make decisions quickly after she took her time deciding on which path in Evendim to take. She ended up picking the path leading over the hills. Something was mentioned about needing to be able to climb mountains often and this was the practice she needed.

After a few hours of walking, Lieta was happy for the camp by the Brandywine. The past few days, she had been sparring or fighting those with better skill. She was sore and plagued with headaches from losing. When they stopped at the river, she was quick to head towards the water and strip down to her undergarments for a quick dip. The cold water was relief to her bruises and sores from walking. Where the ranger took off to, she didn’t know, but she assumed he was getting sleep. It didn’t matter.