A Camp, a Rest, a Song

Following the scent of woodsmoke, we discovered a camp in the Trollshaws. The fact that friends felt safe here on this rocky outcrop -- safe enough to rest their horses and build a fire without fear -- cheered us no small amount. Several of the company opened their rations and took food around the fire. It was natural for me to remain standing, but, with my lord Branalph's approving eyes upon me, I was able to offer the company a song about harvest-time and grain. It transpired thereafter that hir Glorfingwë had brought along a harp -- not uncharacteristic of him -- and he played, while Lirisseya danced. 

When dawn had turned to proper morning, it was time for us to return while the company journeyed on. Duty is less than pleasant at times, but we were cheered knowing that, joined by Telpequinga, it was not only a merry company that set out westward but a strong one.