Daeruth felt as though she had become useful again, since being ostracised for mushroom picking and accused of treasure seeking in some ruins that scout Filegris asked her to stay away from, Hiril Tingruviel had requested she attend Lady Ealendil and Master Maedhrathin at the old school of Mirobel, the pair were wed and Daeruth let them chatter about inconsequential things while she studied the scraps of old knowledge for anything of interest, seperating to cover more area each spent time making notes, moving further into what she assumed was an old master's room or assembly hall the trio gathered in the open room
All three looked to the ceiling with a gasp simultaeneously, it was covered in stars and constellations!
Ealendil bid Maedhrathin to make sketches of the ceiling, Daeruth noted he had a fine hand and on mentioning this he admitted he spent some little time as a page in his youth, but found his calling in music and writing the notes of such.
While Daeruth searched the cobwebbed nooks and crannies she could hear the quill of Maedhrathin scratching on the parchment as he made his drawings, After some time lady Ealendil urged everyone to return with their findings and make a report to
Hir Tindir, Daeruth assisted the couple with some Quenya translations, and let Maedhrathin write the report.
After each group returned and reports made, Hir Tindir wished to see the where the painting had been buried and lady Norliriel offered to act as guide to the 'grave'. Under moonlight the group found the area well trodden and fresh earth laid at the site where the painting had been laid to rest almost a year ago, Hiril Tingruviel asked Daeruth to translate some runes scratched on a column but had to settle for a charcoal rubbing due to the poor light, guard Earcalie was ordered to begin exhuming the grave with Filegris and Daeruth did the finer work with a small trowel, no sign of a painting was found only a deep coloured stone in it's place.
Out of the gloom a figure approached as if summoned, Nenrilde and Eryllin saw the approaching figure and everyone visibly relaxed when it was found to be an old kinsman known to some of the party, Hir Tindir welcomed the ellon as Silwë, remarking the arrival as a gem is revealed as more than coincedence. Silwë seemed to take charge demanding to see the gem, Hiril Tingruviel advised against handling it until the nature of the gem had been revealed, Silwë nodded in agreement and removed his cloak spreading it upon the ground.
Daeruth gasped at the motif on the cloak, not since the first age had she seen the star of the kinslayers, no one else appeared bothered or even concerned about the motif Silwë brazenly flaunted. It appeared only Silwë had noted her revulsion and his eyes glittered coldly in the darkness. Hiril Tingruviel had found a thick pair of gauntlets from her pack and as Silwë stared at the stone on his cloak she put them on. Handling the gem with the special pair of gloves Tingruviel inspected the deep blue gem suddenly asking for a box to put it in, fortunately Daeruth had an empty casket in her pack and as Tingruviel dropped the gem inside she snapped the lid shut, looking up to see master Silwë staring at her, Daeruth swallowed hard and ignored his look as Tindir announced the group should return to camp. Daeruth followed on Tindir and Tingruviel's heels keeping the casket close and leaving Silwë and his glaring eyes behind.
On returning to camp Daeruth sat on the far side of the fire away from the watchful eyes of master Silwë who seemed to have joined the group. Daeruth declined the evening meal and left her flask of Miruvor in her pocket, soon retiring to her little tent and taking the casket with her, from within her tent she could hear the soft voice of master Silwë jovially charming the other elves and bending their wills.
Daeruth barely slept guarding the casket with sword drawn and dagger in hand, would the feet of fate come to overtake her again?
