Gerwolf

Lord Amnis and Lady Aellewenn were summoned to Thaladuin.  Annsuel rushed to Harlyn to tell her, El and Firam were with her.  Harlyn did not wait, she and the three of them set out to the Thaladuin estate, where they were greeted at the door by Ivlathdur, Lord Gerwolf, and Lord Amnis. Well, greeted was the nicest way to put things.

            Annsuel left her home and her name of Elodiel behind in Gondor when she came to Bree.  Her experiences from her father turned her opinion towards nobles to hatred.  His lessons in her past mainly related to being above a commoner, which Annsuel decided she was not.  So upon entering Bree, she became Annsuel with no last name, no money, no home, nothing but the grey dress she wore, her grey hood, and her golden daggers stolen from her father’s esta

The sparrow goes "chirp", the wolf goes "WooOOooooo"....

But there's one sound that no one knows...
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?

Addiel awakens with tear stained cheeks, clutching blankets to her chest as her heart races with fear. Blinking through the haze of sleep, she recalls the dream that set the warning bells a toll in her heart. A man...standing alone amongst the ghastly field of gore and agony - whose features are proud and strong, noble and kind; a face, that she has become familiar with and at this moment longed to see.

Addiel turns to see a handsome man sleeping oh so handsomely, the weight of the world in turmoil suspended for this one sweet moment, illuminated by the gentle flicker of the hearth's warm glow. 

"What frightful things you must have seen...in the cold reaches of the north," she whispers to the slumbering man, "but none of it I see in the face you bare to me now...".