“Well I took a stroll by the ruined fort on a day-i-ah-I”…
Davamir rolled his eyes, as he pulled his horse by the reins as they walked. He was still frowning at Drubainbess, who had insisted they walk to give the horses a rest from carrying a rider, and his feet were beginning to sting. And here was Furley, whistling away merrily to himself.
“I waltzed her around in the elven grounds on a glowing sunset eve-“
“What is that drivel you’re spouting?!” Davamir scoffed at Furley, who smiled in return, though under his hood so neither of the others saw. In response, he began to whistle the tune, loudly through pursed lips, and almost deliberately high pitched and off-key. Way, off key.
He kept on whistling and humming to himself, almost thoughtfully, and the lady Dru looked at him, almost quizzically, though he couldn’t see her expression as his hood was up, and she was behind him and Davamir, quietly observing the two of them.
“I offered her to Dale, but to no ava-”.
Furley cut himself short and sighed. For all intents and purposes, he seemed to have a tune, but was editing the stanzas as he went along. He was no bard, let alone a writer. In fact, he had no real affinity for the arts at all. But here he was, lost in his own mind, musically playing out something to himself, like he was watching a scene play out before his very eyes.
“HE hurt my ears so I impaled him with a spea-ow!” Davamir winced. “Not funny!” he growled, as a stone ricocheted off his head and danced along the path till it fell into the undergrowth by the side of the road.
“Your hand’s getting better” he called back to Drubainbess.
“When shutting you up, I’d say it was the valar that guides the pebbles far ore than my wrists” she called back, to which she grinned. Davamir grinned. Furley grinned.
But none of them saw the other’s expression, for their hoods were pulled well over their faces.
On and on they trudged, almost becoming sluggish. Meanwhile, something at the side of the pathway moved, unseen, trudging alongside them silently and quietly, matching them stride for stride.
