Ella found herself a chair by the fire, placed her drink on the table and took out her journal.
“A family reunited. A most worthwhile trip. Not without it’s dangers and worrying moments. Thought we had lost the dwarf called Dalbran at one point – and if it were not for Gal, once more, I think this would be a much sorrier tale. However, the combination of the dwarfs determination to get back up and fight, along side the Silvans steady hand, meant the arrows were removed and Dalbran was back fighting alongside his brothers in no time at all. Thankfully it came to a happy conclusion.
I chatted a little more with Thinthil when it was safe to do so. He is a curious one. I am still trying to weigh him up. It seems we may have some common ground in our upbringing, however to what extent I am still unsure. But, when we do make our move to travel together, I am hopeful we will get to know each other more as otherwise it will be a very quiet trip.
My heart is still heavy that I judged him initially so harshly. Yes, his actions led to trouble – but who among us has never made a mistake or a bad call? How we come back from those decisions is much more important and what I should have focused on. I should have been more willing to look for that sooner, rather than being fixated by anger and distrust . I should not have needed to be brought to my senses by Fruit Boy Baralinion. I will not allow grief or sadness to be an excuse to forget my purpose.
Even in the darkest of nights the smallest of lights can be seen. "
Ella closed her journal and picked up her drink. She watched the flames dance over the burning logs. "I should let him know we are back I suppose." she thought "He wanted to be kept informed, and at the very least I can report that we are still alive, even if we haven't set off yet"
She carefully extracted a piece of paper from her journal and began to write with a slight smile.
"Hey Fruit Boy..."
