The Word is Given
Hennethon arrived back in Imladris and after attending to his steed set to writing a short report on my lone patrol through the Trollshaws to the ancient fortress of Ost Guruth. Once completed and after changing out of his dark malledhrim armour he did set out across the vale to the Homely House to hand in his report to Hir Nystal who had taken over the day to day running of the warband since they had been stood down.
He found Hir Nystal sat at his desk looking over papers and other documents. They were not plans or maps as Hennethon expected but more lists of numbers, bills and other such accountancy details. As he approached the lord looked up at him and scowled.
“Ah you made it back I see and intact” he exclaimed! “That is good for you seem to be spending a lot of silver on equipment above your station young maethor. Anyone would think you were counted among the ranks of the Maethor,Sil.
He then picked at a document and began to ramble off a list of items “silvered bridle……..trimmed fur cloak…..enamelled bow case!”.
“Well I have to look my best mylord when patrolling the borderlands” the young maethor spoke. “Imladris has a standard to maintain. Unlike my homeland where it is simply more an effort to make it out alive each day.”
The young elf sighed at this point before realising he has spoken out of turn.
“I will try to restrain my spending mylord in the future” he spoke the small smile returning to his face”
Hir Nystal concentration went back to the paperwork on his desk. “ I will look at your report later on, I am sure the patrol was very routine” he spoke looking down at the report placed upon his desktop by Hennethon.
Just as Hennethon was half turned around to leave Nystal spoke again “oh yes…..you have new orders, they are awaiting you at the Great Hall. Now go get yourself some food you will be off again soon enough”.
Hennethon walked from the Homely House wondering what was going on.
