Gaeded

“What are you doing?” Gaeded spoke, bewilderment across her face as she sat down next to her patrol in Helm’s Deep’s Mead Hall. Two of her patrol, Cynred and Rædwulf were stacking empty, or at least Gaeded hoped they were empty, tankards on top of each other. The others of her patrol were muttering to each other and sliding coins in front of them.

“Overall, good work today. Leofsige, you’re spear work was sloppy. Uhtric, you need to hold your shield higher, but you managed not to be a few paces in front of everyone else today, which is an improvement. Everyone else, carry on the way you are. You’re dismissed!”

Fiontann and Athlenah went through the old gate with the strange markings carrying Gaeded and Carmillia]] respectively.

Nothing could change the white scenery and especially not in a night. The group made a small, fireless at first, camp on the highest spot they found and stopped there to rest, while waiting for the army to pass out of sight which soon happened. Once they relaxed, not too soon after the whole affair, they set down to eat something and get some sleep. The night passed uneventfully and the morning came with no fire and it was even colder than the day before.

The Misty Mountains ahead, Rivendell behind. The group walked up the path leaving the Elven settlement behind them with mixed and confused feelings. Even someone who isn't fond of Elves and their ways can be captivated by Imladris and that is what happened. That strange bliss  that fills one's heart there started to diminish once they all fully realised that they are leaving and entering the den of the wolves, but it's not the danger, it's the absence of that warmth that comes in RIvendell, the absence of...

Day …… (in Bree)