Vinyalonde

Part One: http://laurelinarchives.org/node/36106

Part Two: http://laurelinarchives.org/node/36221

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“It's too hard! I can't do it!” Caethel wailed, almost overbalancing entirely. She stamped her foot on the ground, scowling at his serenity, arms crossed in front of her.

“I would very much like to tell my dear friend Sargiel why I must return to the Greenwood,”

Dolthafaer was elbows-deep in the Arrow’s monthly expense reports, trying in vain to sort through them and hoping desperately for any reason to put it off for another day.  He was no bookkeeper; he simply did not have the patience for it.  He wondered if it would be rude of him to ask Parnard if there were any idle Pillars about who were in need of some busywork.

Part One: http://laurelinarchives.org/node/36106

She had been planning to go rejoin her old patrol for this, their final night in the forest. She knew they were still near enough to reach, to the North of their planned stop - Erion's failed attempt at a signal had told her as much, and she'd appreciated their careful eyes keeping watch over her progress, as she led the healers back to Echad Sirion. The paths they'd told her about made the journey entirely quiet – only a single warg scout had interrupted their travel, and Caethel had dispatched that easily enough.

 The watchful eyes of the lone sentry found her as soon as she stepped out from the shadows of the trees, but he only nodded, eyes flicking to the stitched mark of her company on her arm, and gestured for her to pass.

As she moved closer, one corner of his mouth lifted in a wry smile, and he remarked: “You're getting sloppy, Cae. Saw you coming from miles away.”