He entered the beautiful city of Arrowhaven, looking around in amazement. It had been a long time since he had been in a place this full of peace and tranquility. The breeze flowed over the village, the trees rustling in response and the soft grass moving with the directions of the winds.
He almost felt strange, his weapons still hung from his back. He watched as some of the inhabitants looked to this man curiously, eyeing not only him, but the equipment he carried as well.
Cynraede carefully carried the box carefully, finally finding his way to the manor. The sight was truly beautiful, the manor and its grounds. The lush grass moved with even the slightest of breezes, the trees tall and full of life and growth. He stopped at the gates, simply taking in the sights. Smiling widely at the dog who stood firm and confident at the door, looking to Cynaede, but not a sound was made.
"Fear not friend, I mean no harm, but i think you knew this? Tell me friend, what is this place?"
The dog just stared at Cynraede for a moment, tiling his head slightly to the tall hunter whom stood firm and offered but a smile.
"Very well, I will let you return to your post. Do continue."
Cynraede walked to the door, wiping his boots before he dare set foot in the beautiful manor. He walked in carefully, looking around at he beautiful halls that were sheltered by the walls. He had not seen such craftsmanship since he was still in the city of Osgiliath. He walked in, setting the box down on top of a table, opening it to check its contents.
"State your name, stranger, and be quick."
Cynraede turned slowly to the sound of the soft voice behind him, keeping his hands to where the person could see them. He spoke carefully, choosing his words with one whom caught him off his guard.
"I am Cynraede, I was told to deliver this package here. I mean you no harm, I swear it"
He turned slowly, and could not help but smile at what he saw. A pale maiden, standing strong and confident. Staring at him with with eyes that would make sapphires from the dwarven halls seem pale. Her arms folded across each other as she stood, a dark, silken brow raised at the young hunter that stood before her.
"Tell me then, Cynraede. Who is it that gave you those orders?"
The hunter smiled widely, keeping his eyes met with her's as he spoke once more.
"Wulfthred, though I do not know from where he hails. I was told to bring his pelts here, after I sewed them to a blanket."
The ivory skinned woman stood, looking to the hunter. Her eyes studying him still, though seeming to relax. Though, she seemed to be weakened, but determined not to show it. She turned, taking to a seat carefully and slowly. Keeping a keen eye on the man.
"Then you are a hunter, are you not?"
The woman said as she peered at him, offering him a place to sit and rest. Cynraede shook his head slowly as he lowered his hands.
"Of the sort, yes, my lady."
Cynraede lowered his head as they continued to talk. This one, demanded his respect, and deserved it. Strong not only in mind and bearing, but physical as well. This woman seemed to have a strong head upon grounded shoulders, truly a woman of spirit.
"The package you brought all this way, may I ask what it is?"
The woman asked softly, looking to the young man.
"Bear pelts, Wulfthred asked me to make a blanket of such and bring it here. Forgive me, my lady but I have not yet heard your name?"
The woman tilted her head, a smile across her lips as she narrowed her eyes at the hunter.
"My name is Fairlain. Bear you say? Quite a feat, for one so young."
Cynraede tried to resist a smile, but in the end found he could not help it.
"I thank you, Lady Fairlain. Those are gracious words."
She sat quietly, looking around the room. Cynraede could not tell if she was shy, or if he was uninteresting. This one was different, yet he could not tell why.
"I did not realize, you hunted bear with such bolts. Are you sure, that you are just a hunter?"
He smiled widely, and nodded.
"Yes my lady, I am just a lowly hunter."
