Rainith

Fire. Burnt wood, turned into charcoal in a blaze of energy. How it should have warmed, yet the flickering of the flames could not pry away the feeling of dread. The night over the once fruitful and lively land had come and gone, leaving its guests scurrying to prepare breakfast, feed the horses and plan for the morrow.

"-And when you two plan to marry?"

Lord Tindir's question was blunt and caught Galdorion unawares. Having faced with his piercing Hammerite eyes, Galdorion first opened his mouth to reply but then shut it back. It happening all too sudden.

A sudden stumble and a lunge forward made a disastrous idea. Only the reflexes of a trained warrior prevented a crash into the polished metal pane serving as a mirror. Sinking eyebrows and a resolute “Hmpf!” uttered before returning to the previous position. How long had she been practicing now? And how come a simple movement such as the most common dance performed in the Halls of Elrond would best someone like Himwen? Granted, she was not the best warden around, but she had her moments of accuracy and grace on guard, protecting the ones left behind.

“I was right to send Daegond to find Turuviel and the sword. And I knew it is getting closer even before they ride into the valley” Reiven sighed softly “I should stay away from it and let them find a solution…” continued muttering to herself as walking in the halls blindly before her appearance caught by the others. She was too late to shift away…

Flames are dancing around the branches with a soft, sweet whispering as my thoughts wandering in the well of words…

Soft breeze is sweeping over the long green grasses, shaking the leaves of old oaks which surround us…

And I am listening…

I am watching…

I am hearing the gentle steps of Lady Rainiths’ bare feet, so soft… even timid  

“An outsider could believe that certain actions would have been avoidable. That the officers and leaders should have learnt by now how a certain young elf with golden hair would bring despair to their house. Is that the only truth or is it just one way of looking at a two-sided coin?”

It was four days after Galdorion's strange dream and things in the real world was going even worse.

Carmacil, Turyamir and Galdorion together with eleven others were the only survivors of the company of 38 strong Malledhrim company. These were particularly battle proven veterans except Galdorion, each of them were true ''snaphaners'' in hunting. Their hands were relentless and minds were unforgiving. 

Nocking an arrow and trying to calm himself down, Galdorion crawled out from the mud and looked at the forest. He and his companions heard a crack coming from at least fifty paces away and considering the situation that they are in, they had every right to be concerned.

Not two days ago orcs had produced an unexpected flanking move which proved disastrous. Their camp was discovered and torn, forced the elves to retreat back to the lines closing to the shore and caused many casualties. Among them the captain Andalad.