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Sitting near a fireplace in the tavern in Clivings, Lusseriel had her attention on the notebook in her laps.  

“I last wrote when we were in Mansig’s camp. We found a good vantage point to find the direction the uruks were taking. We saw it in the form of a cloud of dust in the distance.

In Mansig’s camp, when the night was well fallen, and the air was silent around the camp, Lusseriel was sitting by the fire. She had finished helping making new salves, and now she was left alone with her thought.

The rabbit was sleeping curled up in a side bag she had bartered with one of the men just to allow the animal to sleep out of the way without being a nuisance to track down.

When the companions were not forced to rest in hostile territory, they spent evenings around their campfire. Sometimes they were so exhausted from fighting or traveling that they fell asleep on the ground where they’d dropped, too tired to even put up their tents.

Sitting at the campfire in Parth Galen, Lusseriel was looking unblinkingly at the rabbit sitting near her, that just looked at her right back, seemingly entirely unbothered.

It’s only a sound nearby that drew her attention away and broke the moment, and she huffed and started writting in her journal.

Back at Haldirith, Lusseriel was enjoying the warmth of a fire, as her companions all went to rest. She picked up her notebook and doodled a bit on the page, thinking. And if her drawings all looked more or less like various poisonous plants, it was entirely incidental and it’s not like anyone else would notice.

“Today

Lusseriel was sitting on the edge of the talan, enjoying the feel of being in an elven city. Caras Galadhon was perhaps not her favorite place to be, but its security was good and anything beat sleeping near or in a marsh, more so when a nazgul was around.

A light of mischief was in her eyes and she pulled her notebook out of her pack:

Lusseriel was just at the door of a talan, sitting cross-legged, and enjoying the feeling of being in Caras Galadhon. At least while they were there, they weren’t enjoying the hospitality of a marsh…

She was humming along a song she could hear being sung somewhere around, as she started writing in her notebook.

Lusseriel was sitting near the entrance of the camp. The area wasn’t quite as safe as she’d like it and night time didn’t make it any better, but she’d leave soon anyway.

She picked up her notebook and started writing to pass a bit of time.

Lusseriel was wandering around, scouting a bit, when she came closer to the marsh banks and decided to stop there for a little bit.

She took her notebook out of her backpack and started writing.

Lusseriel was sitting at the entrance of the camp, just at the edge of the fireside’s light. She was facing the outside, considering her options, notebook in hand, drawing mindlessly plant shapes and dagger shapes on the page before she started to write.

“We had breakfast in the camp this morning and surprise, surprise, Tirnelion joined us there.