Vinyalonde

Continued from Manhandled

Continued from Deep Thoughts 

Continued from Manhandled, Folly and Fury, Sword and Stone

For a while, it seemed as if time moved very fast. The captain proved more amenable to Maltariel's request to leave than either of them had expected, even to the extent of dismissing her from her duties immediately. The following days rushed past in a flurry of packing, of hasty goodbyes and hurried preparations. Maltariel emptied out her house entirely, passing those possessions she couldn't pack among her friends. There was less than she had expected – somehow, what with all the years patrolling the borders and living in outposts, she had avoided really gathering much.

Continued from Manhandled, Folly and Fury

Contrasted with Folly and Fury: An Account by Estarfin

Continued from A New Task

Continued from Figures in the Snow

"Well? How did it go?"

He travelled eastward into the Hithaeglir, where the biting East Wind blows the snow across the passes. Parnard was wandering in circles, for his track was hidden; worse still, the sun and stars were obscured by the mists and rolling grey clouds. He had lost his way, though it did not seem so to him. The way before him was the right way; he needed only to follow it, and surely, he would come to his destination. But his path led to nothing but more snow, and the same rocks and trees. He did not realize his peril – if he had, he would not have come there.