Vanimar

They moved quickly from the deep shadows and despair of the dungeons into a small courtyard full of broken stone. Belegos led them out, moving with almost indecent haste to escape what they had done, had been forced to do. As he reached the middle of the courtyard he seemed to realise his mistake, as his sharp eyes scanned the empty windows and rough holes that had been delved into the high walls surrounding the open space. Nothing stirred in the silence, but the scout did not let his guard down.

Dig, dig, dig, for elves a grave!
For over mead, we'll soon rant and rave.

Dig, dig, dig, for elves to rest!
Dig, dig, and rest they shall!

Grain sacks he sat upon provided some measure of comfort to Veryacano as he rested his back upon the giant keg. The provisions room they had been locked in had no windows and hence he began longing for fresh air after a couple hours. By that time, the two Rohirrim guards inside had grown tired of talking and just stood there, leaning on the now empty crates. Most of the crates were full of food when the elves were herded into the storeroom, but the Rohirrim captain had all the stores moved out and only dried beans, grain and other legumes remained.

Within Redwick's adventures he had before encountered elves, yet not all of them were as they seemed and he seldom shares tales of it; especially amongst his own kin-folk. For he himself would call himself ælfwine, yet he would not have other men of Rohan hear of it.

A sense of foreboding and fear lay upon him like a grey shroud, so thick he could barely breathe for the despair that clawed at his heart. Helpless and at the mercy of his captors; the thought was enough to send a chill through his blood, and he drew his knees to his still-healing chest. What treatment could they expect from these tall Men? They were raucous warriors, and he remembered well the treatment that his own band of warriors had meted out to their captives in Dunland.

It has been a long time since I last wrote anything. We had some very busy few days lately. However today was the worst. I am really beginning to hate healing anyone wearing an armor. Sadly when I look around me everyone wears one, even myself.

Estarfin slapped his hand away, surprised and angered by his presumption. Parnard looked taken aback at the reaction, and sat back down next to the small fire, holding his hands out before the orange flames to warm them.

I was still thinking about my healing supply and about how I could reduce the time of preparation to finish three of my antidotes sooner rather than later when I joined lord Tindir, lady Himwen, lady Nirhen and Telpenaro.

Lady Himwen asked about my work, if I had the time to finish it. Well, for the moment yes, as some preparations needed some rest during the fabrication process and I was sadly at this point on them.

I was enjoying doing nothing for once, in relative peace as lord Veryacano was nowhere in sight and Parnard was well enough last time I checked on him, when I noticed lady Nirhen close by. I knew she wouldn't answer, and would probably see it as an annoyance, but I couldn't resist asking her if she was well, it was too tempting. She didn't answer, as was expected, though she didn't ignore me completely which, I'll admit, surprised me.