Sister

"Lily inherited her mother's graceful features, I am sure she will marry well. Such a beautiful young woman. So gentle too! See how she tends the newborn animals, with such care? She will make such a good wife."  Their eyes would turn toward Daphne after praising her younger sister. Their voices always lowered as they shot glances in her direction, as if she couldn't hear any of their words.

Finally, their final destination was before them. The Black Gate of Mordor - The place where their fates were about to be decided. Both armies started their movement. Katrandil looked at Ornessar. "So... this is the time, my friend. I hope for the best." - She said towards him and kept observing the orcs. He glanced at her and hugged her tightly that one last time. "If we split, take care..." - He whispered then pulled away from her.

Hours late, she stepped fowards on the long faraway, Homeland...

All went well, at first. But certain matters just can't go on our term...

Times pass on, like streamy rivers, run wild It seems. Eohilda, the Green. Peasants and riders may say, not alike, not anymore. She's grown, a bold one and a fierce. Thirst of ventures run deep through her veins, yet as you might not notice, a hollow behind her bolden grasp of fierce alike, a gaff between them, her bond, family bond.