She elf started to write in a leather covered little notebook under the dim light of the campfire. The hesitant sound of her pen moving on the parchment was revealing the mess of her thoughts.
I’m travelling alone once again…
Frowned for a moment and glanced at the man who was standing on guard between their campfires’ light and the darkness of the night. Anordill Cirdain, Captain of Gondor and a member of the Warband of Imladris, whom she elf had to accept a collaboration with.
“All because of my impatient and fierce blood…” muttered to herself still feeling angry all what happened.
“Did you say something Hiril?” asked the man quizzically and she elf snapped coldly by ignoring his question. Still she caught the amused smile on his face and felt her blood boiling again. Just to be able to calm herself turned her annoyance on her writing and scratched the first sentence.
I travelled alone from Imladris to Esteldin, where Dunedain rangers gathered. My task was simple as delivering a message and I was hoping to be back before Lord Galendil turns back from his duty in Mirobel. I wanted to be ready when he summon the arrow but… but my path took me into the deeper parts of Ram Dúath. I found a small Earth-Kin village, Lehma koti, on my way to Aughaire Where I heard rumors about some movements of orc groups with war machines. So I decided to gather more information. For now, although I found them outnumbered there were mostly spiders and hill claws around the village. I.. we should move inner parts for sure…
Meiva felt queasy with the thought of traveling more with him. Although she elf had to admit that she was also not friendly natured captains’ arrogant behaviors making it hard to get along with.
“You should rest before the sun raises Hiril” said the man without looking at her. She elf narrowed her eyes and seemed to say something but then she surprisingly closed the binding as well as her eyes.
