At the crossing, Lusseriel decided to sit with her back against a tree. The area wasn’t safe, per se, but at least it looked calm enough. And while everyone seemed to need a bit of time to process everything that happened, she picked up her journal.
“As Eomer asked us to train with some of the people of Snowbourn earlier… We did. Or at least my companions did and I merely followed and started to see the wisdom in putting the city on fire to force everyone to evacuate.
I was actually impressed…
I mean, they’re still ALIVE despite their abysmal abilities. That’s a near miracle at this point. That’s not the kind of “impressive” we were hoping for, but still…
Not to be blunt, but the only worth of some of those “defenders” would be as warg or orc bait. I swear they made me wonder how they’re even still alive to start with.
Perhaps Rolegard could help them with an actual tactic that could save their lives, if we had time for that... That's something to think on at least.
The funny thing of the day was Ilthirian rolling her eyes when Brunnadan complimented Ardirien on her abilities. Like Andrahir and her own flirting had been any better.
Eomer invited us to follow him to Edoras to speak with the king about forcing the issue of evacuation on Snowbourn.
And ah… What an unforgettable experience.
The king is no more than a mouthpiece to a little upstart puppet of Saruman. If the king says a single word, that worm will make a sentence out of it, to his own advantage of course.
Or shall I say, to Saruman’s advantage.
As it happened, Eomer was put in jail and the rest of us thrown out of the area back to where we came from.
One of the king’s companions, a lady called Eowyn, tried to interfere, to no avail of course, but hopefully she’ll have the strength to do what’s necessary for the good of her people…
Andrahir said he didn’t know what to do, Ardirien said there was nothing we could do… Brunnadan seemed to think he’d have been able to do something if he had been able to keep his staff, which is probably why he wasn’t allowed to keep it in the first place.
I offered to go back discreetly by myself to poison both the king and Grima, but I was outvoted, for some reason.
Something about poisoning the king not being a good idea. I don’t get why. I mean… In general I do get it, but in this instance? The king no less than betrayed his own people. The only way he could make it clearer would be to name Saruman his heir outright.
Men’s lives are short and the king is already old and with all his current ineffectiveness, he would certainly not be missed. He’s just a bare step away from being a walking corpse puppet anyway.
Of course, my far too sensible companions decided to keep helping in this area of Rohan, and to stay just out of reach of its king.
If they change their mind I’ll gladly make the necessary poison...
The less we’ll have tools of the Enemy as “allies”, the better I’ll feel, honestly.
On a side-note, the fields near the crossing are nice, if not for the orcish presence; it has to be a lovely area for fishing.”
While waiting for a decision to be taken on where to go now, Lusseriel started mindlessly to draw the plants that could be useful to get rid of an unwanted servant of Saruman with far too much power at hand in the following page.
