It was a bright, cloudless day as Kaiell continued along the old, faded path of stone. He was getting closer and closer to Tinnudir now, soon to cross into Evendim within the hour. And even though he still hardly knew half of what he was going to do once he arrived, he felt pretty good about it all. Things were looking up. Even though Jon was still enthralled by the enemy, he was alive... and Kaiell had managed to find him. It was, indeed, a miracle.
Yet, this man wasn't truly his brother – not when he was still forced to do the enemy’s bidding. Kaiell had to find a cure, and only then would he have is brother back. He only hoped the Dunedain or someone else out there had one. If there’s a way in, there’s always a way out.
Kaiell smiled suddenly to himself as old memories started flooding in, as they inevitably did time to time. So many there were – the good and the hilarious... and of course the bad. All linked together, seemingly impossible to separate. But Kaiell always tried his best to do so – to forget and bury the dark days, even if it meant doing likewise to the good ones…
Ah, but why bother? They would always be there in his mind, bringing either happiness or sorrow. And the latter seemed to always be the victor.
And even so, knowing that, Kaiell never truly ceased remembering the good old days. And deep down, he always wished they’d return somehow, in some form. Perhaps now it would be possible, though not completely so…
Kaiell took in a slow, deep breath as a cool, fresh breeze flowed past him. He stared off down the path, his expression one of thought.
...There were all the times he had been hunting up near Forochel, learning new skills until he was old enough to do it without his father or brother. There were the dangerous adventures, like when he’d almost been eaten by a bear, before Jon (his older brother) managed to barely save him. Or when he and some friends, who were Lossoth, went to rescue his father and Jon from a group of Gauredain. And, of course, all the times he and Jon had proven they were, in fact, nothing more than a pair of pranksters. It had taken some time for the Lossoth people to warm up to them when Kaiell and his family had moved in nearby (and later in the village itself), but most Lossoth grew to dislike the brothers... unless the two made them laugh instead of just themselves, which was rare.
Not more than a half an hour past until High King’s Crossing and the tower of Tinnudir beyond it came into view. Kaiell narrowed his eyes, the bright sun glaring down on him. And he started down the steep hill, continuing Northwards…
