Eliad had worked through the Barrow-Downs to continue on with stone-hauling. Well, tried to, at least. With the many beasts and wights there as well as the rain, it was difficult. Though... To Eliad, it was the first time that he ever felt the rain. He thought of it as soothing in a way. He needed it due to the fact of what had happened recently, of what he saw and felt. He laughed bitterly to himself. Not like it would have mattered anyway. He had decided to go on with his lone life after all.
Realization then dawned on him as he moved to get a decent-sized stone. Did he want to be alone? He shook his head at that mental question. Why would he ask that to himself considering of the past few events? The answer to that is quite obvious. He did not have a choice.
He then thought of Aeruthuil's answer about Eliad's mother. He gritted his teeth as he realized that she did not have a choice either, to be taken away like she did and having to bare him and Aduninzil. She still...cared though. She still loved him even though she was taken away from her comrades. Her comrades....
Maybe... Just maybe he could do that. But even if he did, it would be needing to take into consideration. Perhaps he could make his late mother happy after all.
