Gwaedir

(After No Escape by Estarfin)

“No weapons, no strength, no hope! Leave me be. GO!!”

~Aldúya, Lairë 52~

~Menelya, Lairë 47~

Today, I crossed paths with that sulky, mysterious ellon who ruined our first day back in Duillond. He must be some patrol, always pacing this way and that way, down to the stablemaster, up to the market, and so on.

~Anarya, Lairë 38~

Oh, there really is nothing quite like a home-coming. When I at last passed through the verdant pastures of the periannath and into the land of graceful blossoming trees, I knew I was home at last. I could hear the lull of the sea not too far off, the branches drooped lower to shake hands with me, and the shore wind rushed through the grass to hasten me further yet.

~Anarya, Tuilë 36~

From her post high on the cliff, Luthelian watched the fire in the camp crackle against the wood, throwing its heat across the sleeping figures. Some paces away, she saw Tancamir standing watch over the frozen lake and beyond. Her eyes followed his back more often than she would have liked since his return.

A dark shadow of fury sat perched in Luthelian's usual seat amongst the eaves above her sister's workbench. The sound of hammers beating against the anvil chimed the impending hour when the shadow would rise from its place as a raging inferno. Though her caramel hair lay straight and delicately around her face in the semblance of peace, the tight knit of her brows and the furious scratching of her quill betrayed her tempestuous mood.

Dolthafaer regarded his company with a critical eye, taking in their thick cloaks and heavy boots and somber colors, and nodded his proud approval.  He passed each of them a small flask of firewhiskey, warning them to use it sparingly in the bitter cold.  He reminded them of their mission, informed them of the dangers they might face, and a moment before he would have started them down the path, Veryacano approached them.  The Hammer lord briefly inspected the gathering before leaving them with a final order: