Sigfread

Entry Twelve: Exile

It has been long, since one parted the pages of this journal. Not since that of the Misty Mountains and that of the banishment of the company from the vale. Much has happened since the day one’s wound would heal and it was time to depart from Imladris. Khalis truly showed friendship, risking his position to spare one’s own banishment. One will be forever grateful to Khalis, till the end of his days amongst these lands.

“My head looks like a garden!” she wailed at her reflection in the mirror.  She spun the circlet this way and that until there were so many petals on the floor it looked as if she had hosted the wedding in her home.  Then the damned thing snapped and fell to the floor, where it was promptly kicked away in frustration.  Soon enough, she stole more flowers from a neighbours garden and remade the circlet again.  Finally she lifted the hem of her dress and strapped a dagger to her thigh just as

It was a quiet morning, very quiet, something strange for those days, as their camp in Annúminas was usually under constant attack. Fiontann returned to the camp and found Rogue and Rothrian discussing something, he took his place on the stairs, near the East entrance and started smoking his pipe. The road ahead was empty and quiet, that gave him some time to think of what can be happening in Bree, if everyone in the Bloody Dawn is well, if everything is well.

It had all started with a letter.

It has been five days since Fiontann got the letter from Rogue, the ranger wrote that he's in Annuminas and everything is well, they are under constant attacks but they do fine. All that reminded him of his time in Moria, where one couldn't rest as much as needed, each time they got to rest, the drums of the Goblins were sounding and they had to fight again. All that came as a sweet memory, those caverns, deep down underground... It felt like home...

Read part 2 here.

"I wake up violently, feeling as the pain strikes my face and my stomach. I scream."

Dúveon passes out in the tent as he is being treated for his wounds.

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