trollshaws

Little has changed in the Vale since we returned; many come and go all with purpose in their step. For now we remain here my Father has been and gone, speaking to both Amorith and myself, he was visibly happy which only encouraged me all the more. His gift to Amorith was precious indeed, the cloak of my Mother, Alatariel. He has held onto it since that terrible time, a reminder to him both bitter and sweet. Nevertheless for him to pass it on as a gift to my Lady was finer than any gem or jewel anyone could find.

And out somewhere in the cold, merciless peaks of the accursed Misty Mountains, home to few travellers and fraught with peril and danger at every turn, were two Elves, fighting against the cold in the Middle of nowehere, facing the frosty winds that blew on their faces like cold knives...

Author's Note: Yay! After going through a melancholy period where I absolutely stayed uninspired for most of the time and actually refused to spurn out some work, I found the courage to pick up the left-over drafts and get on with some storytelling. I was pretty much being a grumpy git, but when I saw the Fanfictions about Arthur and Ariadne (Inception ftw. Best film + Best couple to ship = epic inspiration!

Daerundros sighed as she picked up her sword from the corner of her room. Taking a rather good look about her, she smiled warily as she began tidying the bed, cleaning up messes, and stuffing unneeded things to drawers, chests... it would be a long day. Soon enough, flowers were in their vases, vases on the tables, pots and kettles back in their proper places, drawers, chests, and wardrobes all sealed shut, and every mess that had been lying somewhere was tidied up. Not one single speck of dirt could be found on Daerundros' silk bed.

Dear Diary,

I find myself only a few meters away from the Last Bridge. Thank goodness! I can get away from these barren, sullen lands! But I hear that the Trollshaws are dangerous... they weren't named the "Trollshaws" without reason. Yes, Stone-trolls come out at night, so I will have to make sure that I always travel by day. However, I am simply content now, knowing that I will be there soon.

I silently crept out of the camp, careful not to break any branches, twigs, and such, as I went away to refresh myself by taking a walk through the Trollshaws... Oh... why was I even bothering?