Leaving Imladris

Tolmen finds Silwe at the doors of Imladris "Ah cousin, I've been searching for you, We should leave on an expedition, I also have something for you, from a little trip away of my own"
Silwe tilts his head. "Oh? Where did you go? I have been so busy I have not been able to keep up with anyone or anything."
Tolmen smiling produces a leather pouch with a small heavy object inside, 'South cousin, I went south..'
Tolmen tosses the pouch to Silwe who deftly catches it. "Hff, this is heavy." He opens it to peer inside.
Tolmen nods with a grin, 'Recognise it?'
Silwe looks confused. "Of course I recognize it, cousin, it is the eye I made for you."
Tolmen taps his eyepatch, 'I have a new one now...'
Silwe feigns offense. "Oh, do you? Did you seek out Feanaro himself to craft it?"
Tolmen lifts the eyepatch to show an oversized yellow gem crammed into the eye socket.
Silwe chuckles. "That is horrifying, cousin. What *is* that?"
Tolmen says dreamily, 'It sings to me cousin...'
Silwe says, 'How would it feel about being slightly smaller as to actually fit into your eye socket?'
Tolmen shakes his head, "No, I.. acquired it not three weeks ago for services rendered to a manling.'
Silwe arches an eyebrow. "A man? What man would have such a gem?"
Tolmen shrugs, 'He gave it to me for saving his miserable little life'
Silwe says, 'Ah, now it comes out.' then laughs, 'You had me thinking you had done him some errand.'
Tolmen says distractedly, 'But it has played on my mind since i took possession of it, and I couldn't find you to ask...'
Silwe leans in uncomfortably close to Tolmen's face to examine the gem. "Hold still."
Tolmen recoils away from Silwe, 'Don't touch it!' instantly flying into a rage, 'It is mine!'
Silwe frowns severely and pulls back. "What did you say to me?"
Tolmen says, 'I won it so it's mine!'
Silwe looks intensely at Tolmen. "Cousin, have you ever had reason to doubt my trustworthiness or my intentions?
Tolmen rants, 'I knew this was a mistake 'The dispossessed to be dispossessed again!''
Silwe frowns. "I have no intention of stealing this from you, but if you continue to be so paranoid I will be tempted to slap it out of your head along with this foolishness."
Silwe shakes his head.
Tolmen snarls "So it's come to this at last..."
Silwe arches an eyebrow. "To what? I have done nothing but look at it and ask questions."
Silwe sighs and shrugs.
Tolmen seems to get his anger under control, 'Look, I just need your help to get away for a while and our little expedition would be the perfect excuse'
Silwe nods, 'But to get away from *what*, cousin?'
Tolmen waves his arms around "All of this!"
Silwe looks skeptical., 'From.... Imladris?'
Tolmen nods "Yes! Isn't it obvious!?"
Silwe shakes his head slowly. "No, perhaps you should... tell me."
Tolmen says, 'They want my gem....I've been trailed since i got it, I must get away'
Silwe looks concerned. "That sounds serious. Who has been trailing you?"
Tolmen quickly replies, 'How should I know!? trackers, I've been keeping ahead of them'
Silwe says, 'And you think you will be safer in the wild than in Imladris?'
Tolmen nods, 'Of course, I was going to go into the Ettenmoors'
Silwe frowns. "I do not think that is a good idea."
Tolmen mutters, 'But they'd assume that, a warrior like me going there.. So that leaves you and the expedition'
Silwe leans in to look at the gemstone again. "Hmm. Yes, I suppose you are right. Do not mind me, I am simply looking."
Silwe says, 'Well, I... Certainly think that this is a legitimate concern. But... Surely they won't find us here for at least the time it will take to prepare for the expedition'
Tolmen says impatiently, 'Well? are we going or not?'
Silwe says, 'You know as well as I we cannot go unprepared into the wilderness, cousin.'
Tolmen asks, 'Are we not warriors of Feanor? all we need are our swords and our wills'
Silwe says, 'We are and we do, but too we need to prepare, for we also are cursed and need to do what we must to avoid that doom.'
Silwe says, 'I do not wish us to go to our deaths but to the deaths of those who would harm us.'
Tolmen agrees agitatedly, 'Very well but we must make haste! every day here is a day the hunters get closer'
Tolmen appears somewhat calmer and wanders away muttering to himself.