Blaecwyn looked to the sky and sighed heavily. Night was falling which meant she would need to make camp to rest her horse and yet she had not gotten as far as she had wanted to this day.
A week before she had packed her saddlebags, donned her armour and left her home behind her. She hated doing that. There was nothing quite like coming home, spending some time with her husband and children, simply relaxing in the comfort of her house with the company of her family, but as much as she loved those times they were always short-lived.
The war was still on-going, the battle-lust would rise and she would need to kiss them goodbye. Everytime she walked away it felt like someone had ripped out her heart. Everytime she turned her back on the peacful scene of her small family, it seemed like it would be the last time she saw them. But she had to do this, that much was certain. She had to leave, to travel to Angmar, to do battle with the Enemy and do her part to prevent an invasion of the south.
It would not be this way forever, she mused as she lit a campfire for warmth. The Free Peoples were winning, no matter what anyone said. They had to be. There was no room for doubt or uncertainty. She had to believe that the Free Peoples would win and that she could one day return to her husband and children for good, or else what was the point in any of this?
Shaking her head to clear it of such dour thoughts, she retrieved a small piece of dried meat from her saddlebags and settled back on the cold earthern floor to chew on the morsel.
Kingsfell.
How often had she passed through this place, either to or from home? How often had she walked this piece of land? Too often. Too often indeed.
The night wind whistled eerily across the plains, elicting a whicker from her steed and a grumble from her as she wrapped her cloak more tightly about herself. In the morning she would move on and, if she pressed hard enough, she would be in Aughaire by this time tomorrow. Then it would only be a further weeks travel, complete with frequent pauses to take care of whatever straggling orcs or wargs she found along the way, until she reached Nan Gurth and her men.
