"Father! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Fengdiel woke with a jolt and a gulp as she sat up right in her tent in Ost Guruth, breathing fast and hard as one does when they wake up from a nightmare, her words still echoing in her mind as she rummaged through her pack to find the leather bound book that is her diary and began to write in it.
Why is this dream coming to me..Is it trying to tell me something? Is something bad about tho happen, has it already happened? I do not know at all. Am I too weak for my own good? Weak in mind and weak in my heart? Weak for the one I love? Fearing his death? Or he might be dead already since I have not heard any words, only rumors that a group of riders from Snowbourn got ambushed while out on a routine patrol by the river Isen. I dare to think that he is dead. I need to walk and clear my mind a little..
The ink gets smudged as she walks out but the words can still be read, walking around in Ost Guruth, seeing none awake, in the distance an owl or several hoots, the warm and gentle breeze carrying the foul Black Speech tounge with it, from Ost Cyrn, faint flaming lights can be seen and sometimes something that might be shadows as well, worried about the thought on whats going on there Fengdiel shakes her head and walks to a fountain and takes a few sip of the cold spring water, looking around, the lights and the what appears to be shadows still there, shaking her head again she makes her way back to the camp, greeted by someone snoring as she sits down and pulls a blanket around her, afraid to light a fire for now as she continues to write.
I guess that it is Fiontann that snores, deep and powerful it is, reminding me of my own father, next to the loud snoring there is a more gentle snoozing, that must be Rothrian sleeping by his side, in my eyes a good match, her with the flame of Rohan in her and he with his strong arms and gentle way when not threatened. Not far from their tent is Sigfread and Anriett, two of kindest persons I have met, they are each others match, Sigfread, strong and skilled with his bow and Anriett as fair as a simbelmyne but yet deadly if provoked, skilled with her blades she is. Not far from them on the ground is Arrow, I have not yet learnt his full name, what strength lies and waits within him I wonder, sleeping calm it seems he does. A little bit away from him is the dwarfs tent, or what it is called, the dwarf is sticking out from his waist and down, next to his tent, a keg stands, his keg so I can only guess he drank himself to sleep last night. The sight is rather amusing to me if I shall confess. Close to him is Sarriya and the new girl in the order, sleeping calm they both do. A little bit further away is the elf that joined up wit hus in Buckland, sleeping or what elves do. I have not yet known her name, not that I am fond of elves but that is a completely different matter.
On the ground with fur her bedroll over her is Yorva, seems she is sleeping well for the moment but that can change, she told me about her nightmare and troubled sleep the past few nights and I understand her in that. She isa good companion to have around, skilled with the javelin as I am riding, haha.. riding my horse nothing else..enough of that, some here in the camp I see as friends, some I have yet to decide on what to make of them and one I see as a sister by oath. Knowing that I have that sister by oath makes my life feel a bit brighter as I never had any siblings.
The ink gets smudged again as Fengdiel moves back inside her tent, not ready to sleep again, th howls hoots in the distance, not able to thee the lights in Ost Cyrn nor har the foul tounge in the breeze Fengdiel relaxes some and continues to write.
And what a joy it was to see Mynna and Aeonid, seemed it was just me that saw them as we passed them on the bridge just outside Bree. Two friends of mine so I had to stop and talk to them, seeing them alive was a joy and it brought warmth to my heart. Mynna with her beauty, her sweet voice and her fast talk, nothing to hate about her in any way and Aeonid, strong, majestic and powerful he is, a good match for Mynna, I saw them share a kiss , one kiss only lovers share with each other and I can not blame them, they are a cute couple and fit together in anyway and weather, her knowledge in the books and quick mind and he with his strength to protect her, they will do fine together, yet they seemed worried about me and told me to be careful when I was gone and heed their words I will, who knows what lies out there ready to strike against us..I hope to see them once we return and I hope that we can sit down and share a meal and drinks together and enjoy a good time, they are my friends after all, closer now than before I think. It would be reckless not to heed their warnings....
The words becomes stretched out towards the end until a thin line of ink ends the line as Fengdiel fell asleep once again, feel back into her disturbed sleep with nightmares, the same as before, a worried look on her face as she lies in the tent, sleeping disturbed byt the nightmares until the camp wakes up and people starts to talk to each other, telling each other good morning and such as they prepare a breakfeast.
