Eliad had sat down against the tree, looking up at the sky. His mind had replayed the talk with Aduninzil, causing him to be bothered more. He was so distracted that he did not even notice Aeruthuil arriving. Aeruthuil raiseed an eyebrow as he dismounted his horse, blinking away his tears.
"This your...hangout?" asked Aeruthuil.
Eliad blinked out of his thoughts and glanced towards Aeruthuil, standing up on his feet.
"Well, it's better than nothing...," answered Eliad.
"Well...," said Aeruthuil, blinking a little. "That's right."
"Did...something happen with you and Cassie?" asked Eliad, tilting his head to the side as he looked at Aeruthuil.
He did not notice that Cassiah simply watched from a distance, shamelessly.
"Hm...," said Aeruthuil, clearing his throat again as he shook his head. "No, no. Nothing. I should probably head to camp. Nothing to worry about..."
Afterwards, he took a sip from his flask. Without them knowing, the man from before had arrived and had started a talk with Cassie.
Eliad raised a brow before shaking his head, not pressing any further. He looked to the water.
"The reason that I asked my question about my mother was that..," began Eliad. "Well, when I left, I chose to forget of any other family members except for my parents. At least until I was reminded."
"What'd you mean?" asked Aeruthuil, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I chose to forget, true," said Elida, taking out the letter from his robe. "Appanrenly, I forgot that my own enemy is my sister."
"Still no idea what you're on about," said Aeruthuil, taking another sip as he shook his head. "I'm old, lad."
"Adun, or who we call her, Aduninzil, is my sister," said Eliad. "Not only that but our father was the one who killed our mother."
Aeruthuil wrinkled his nose and let out an irritated grunt.
"I see...," said Aeruthuil. "You know, your sister's got issues."
"You're telling me," said Eliad, shaking his head. "She always was like that. She takes after Father and I... Well, I suppose i take after our mother. Mother wasn't an Angmarim."
"What exactly was she then?" asked Aeruthuil.
"Her eyes were grey," answered Eliad, crossing his arms. "She looked...as if she was from outside of Angmar."
Aeruthuil rubbed his eyes and the rest of his face at the description.
"Dúnadan...," said Aeruthuil.
"That's my thought," said Eliad, glancing towards Aeruthuil. "Father didn't care about her too much. The only thing that he cared for was children. So... When that...attack broke out ten years ago, what better way for the war to begin than to blame you for her death when he'd be the one responsible?"
"We were informed about a woman of our kind being held in your village," grunted Aeruthuil, kicking a pebble in to the lake. "It's why we came. She had asked us to save her... We found her like half an hour in to the fight, already dead..."
Eliad nodded as he glanced towards Aeruthuil and then away. He stopped as he saw the two figures, squinting his eyes. He cursed under his breath before beginning to walk over.
"Hold that thought, Aeru...," said Eliad.
Aeruthuil was in fact already lost his thought and raised an eyebrow, looking around. He then moved to follow Eliad. Both of them watched as the black-clad man from earlier chuckled softly and nodded before walking away.
"Damn it...," said Eliad. "What did he want?"
