Three Graces

Eduwiges of Faldham surveyed the clearing ahead of her. Wood smoke curled up into the sky like mist through a barrow. A shabby camp with moldy tents and bedrolls were strewn behind an old retaining wall like a refuse pit. A bald-headed being strutted back and forth in front of the fire. Three others in worn gear sat around the flames watching him. One looked as if he had seen one two many winters. The other had greasy slicked back hair and a shabby beard down to his chest.

Asmalinde looked down upon the dark canyon. Her elf eyes were unable to penetrate the veil of darkness below her. It had been a difficult trek making it this far. Asmalinde’s arms and legs ached from the exertion of climbing. She had found a large crack in the granite surface of the mountain. The elleth had used handholds, finger grooves and natural depressions in the unyielding surface to make her way up. Twice she almost fell, scraping her skin and knees with contusions.

(These events take place after The Linhir Ripper - Part 11 and The Linhir Ripper - Silver Dreams...Xan's Humble Chronicler)

The ride in haste up the coast of Belfalas had already been long and exhausting for both Xanderian and Calidis, responding to the urgent summons of Rian’s sister Xanderlif to join the rest of the company in Linhir.

(( Note: The events in this story occur during the latter part of The Linhir Ripper - Part 8 while the others are also searching for Anendyl. ))

Eduwiges of Faldham was angry to the point of madness. She arose several hours before the dawning, saddled up Oenone and rode out of Rivendell at breakneck speed. She crossed the bridge and forced the watch to scatter as she thundered by. Sindarin curses littered her wake like hailstones on a tin roof.