Caleniel

”Are you awake yet?”
He was, but he did not feel like getting out of the bedroll. Khalis looked down on him, seemingly suspicious.
“Perhaps I have to speak louder…” Khalis leaned in. “ARE YOU AWAKE YET?”
Thendryt frowned as he opened one eye.
“I see that you are, good.” Khalis said and stood back up. Caleniel’s head popped up behind the Captain. Thendryt saw her and made a poor effort to wave.

Lilleduil gave Norngaladh another good scratch, then sat back down at the campfire.
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“How are his wounds truly, Lilleduil?” the Captain asked her.

“If he hasn't torn everything open walking around, he should be all right.  They weren't that deep.”

“Stubborn...nothing changes,” mused Khalis.

There was silence for a moment, then Lilleduil said carefully,  “I suppose I shall tell Eirallyn that she should go ahead to Annuminas.  She will want to anyway.”

Journal entry page 23

We are on the road again heading south following the river to see where the supplies that were being brought up into south Eregion ate originating from. Hiril Elisbeth had taken stock of the situation as we were resting in Echad Mirobel and made it known that the man Thendrty Morson would be coming with us. I had voiced my concerns but it seems the others are in agreement with the Tur, thus I will keep my own council on the matter. I just hope it is not to our undoing.

The splash was not a loud one, over the rushing of the river, but elven ears picked it up nonetheless.

“Did you hear something?” Caleniel asked.  Lilleduil got up, her suspicions roused.