Warmth was something he hadn't felt in a long time, nor was soft sheets that covered his body up to his chest that had been wrapped in bandages. The sun was just barely shining though the cloth drapes that hung just above the stone floor.
"It is good to see that you are awake my friend, with your wounds I feared you wouldn't see the morns light." The figure whom sat across the way from him spoke with a warm and calm tone.
Pellam sat up slightly, feeling the pain bitting at his ribs and chest, slowly easing himself back down into his bed. The voice scolding him sternly before he recognized it. "No, you're not to get up for now. You had a piece of poorly forged metal logged in your chest, infection set in and nearly took you. How many times do I have to tell you, A guaradan's bite is far more friendly than his blade." Cerythael stood and placed a hand gently upon the foot of the bed.
"I don't recall how I got here, I tried making it up the pass but that is all I remember..." Pellam looked around the room, relaxing as he realized where he was. It had been many months since he had seen the halls of his childhood.
"Cynraede has been looking for you, we were worried. I hope your enemy faired far worse than you did?" Cerythael looked to him with a brow raised inquisitively.
"We met in Emyn Uial, the eastmen and a small group that had decided to travel with me. I knew we wouldn't have stood a chance alone so I ventured deep within the north eastern slopes of the mountains. I stirred the creatures that slumbered there and led them to the battlefield. No one that fought with me was killed, but one was greviously injured. I grabbed Yilgtig and flung him down the side of the ridge but was taken along with him. We struggled and when we fell into the lake... I lost him.." Pellam lowered his head and let loose a sigh.
Cerythael shook his head and moved his chair closer to Pellam's Bedside. "It is alright. We will fetch you food, and when you are able to walk with at least little pain we must find Cynraede in the main hall. He has prepared something for you.
Pellam rose slightly, grimacing and looking toward the elf. "What? Is he okay? Have I failed?" He asked with an anxious tone, desperate for an answer to calm his heart.
Cerythael shook his head and smiled, looking to the young man while his eyes seemed to grow like saucers. "You are to take up the welcomed burden my friend. It is finally time..."
