Well, this is rich indeed. I finally finished up matters in Anorien to everyone's satisfaction (except of course for the Uruk's...HA), stopped at home at Three Graces for a wash and some victuals, and now I am off yet again due to the Monk's mewling. As they say in Minas Tirith, No rest for the wicked, less for the foolish. Ah well, eventually it is worth doing what she says just to shut her up, though to be fair it doesn't always work...but with Raand off playing with some Dwarves I have little else to do anyway but throw hatchets at the furniture.
My sister is sure that Xanir has gone and got made a casual bride to Goblins or some such so I promised to ride through Angmar, kill anything that moves, and see if one of them pukes out our brother before passing. A waste of time if she asks me (which she most certainly did NOT), but I suppose there is no harm in it and it sounds like it should be a merry time.
Before that however she bid me to stop back in proud Dol Amroth and put an ear to the ground with the Swan Knights, concerning a Knight Captain and his runaway daughter. Leave it to Xanderian to take up with a runaway daughter of some Swan Knight, though she was not too generous with the particulars, told me it wasn't her secret to tell. She seemed quite serious about it all, so this runaway daughter must have her hooks into the Monk but good. Ah well, Xanderian can certainly take care of herself especially where her heart is concerned...she may be pitiful but nowhere near as bad as the Child, Mordor roast him.
Anyway, she told me to be careful with questions but I didn't even need to ask any...just listen. The Swan Knights barracks are still buzzing with the gossip. It seems a certain Captain name of Thorongil or something similar is making a ripe fool of himself. Seems he had a daughter of marrying age, comely enough so they say if you like the slender type, who up and fled on him, or so he has decided as he can't find her where he left her. At first he figured she was likely chained to one of his comrade's beds, and once he figured that wasn't so, he decided one of em must have spirited her away to humiliate him. This Thorongil is powerful as any Captain should be, with plenty of knights bloodsworn to him, but the city at large knows him to be a nasty bit of goods and as many knights hate his guts as love him...so his accusations did him little in the barracks. No knight likes a Captain to walk up and say "You there dog, are you banging my useless girlchild without my permission?"
Anyway, he decided eventually she wasn't in the city or inside the leggings of any Swan Knight of his acquaintance....so he figures the Corsairs must have nabbed her for sale. A solid week of midnight raids, enough dead Corsairs to fill their own ships twice over...but no girl.
Now he figures she hasn't the stones to get too far so she must be hiding somewhere in Western Gondor and he is offering her weight in coin for her to be returned...but the posters most notably do NOT say "returned unharmed and unspoiled"...just "returned". By the Witch King's Morgul arse, it doesn't even mention alive.
Like I heard, a nasty bit of goods.
Some of the Knights have become so tired of his whinging that there is a bit of divers rhyme making the circuit of the barracks called "Thorongil Loves His Beautiful Daughter...Often" that is quite humorous.,..if filthy as the stables of Rivendell on Lord Elrond's birthday.
Between the rhyme and the general whisper he is mad as a shaved warg now, twice as bad as he ever was. I told all this to the Monk and told her to tell this Daughter to keep her head low. If this so called Father gets his gauntlets on her, I can't be sure what will become of her. This made Xanderian even more upset, which isn't like her....the daughter must be quite something for my sister to get that protective of a child of Numenor...the race she once called "Iluvatar's Greatest Mistake"....but then I know for a fact she has grown from that girlish drivel. Maybe I didn't realize how much.
Anyway, the Monk wanted news and she got it...and now I am running out of paper and patience. I must go and arm properly for Angmar. Can't wait until I get elbow deep in a few Morroval!
