Thread: Fellowship Of Forodwaith (Karameida & darkangel76)

Brynne gave Vaemyr a sweet, yet shy smile, her cheeks flushed not due to the warmth of the fire, but due to the swirling emotion coursing in her veins. She nodded at Vaemyr, her eyes cast toward the floor. She didn't want him to go. Not when they'd just been reunited. But he was right that they needed their rest. The morning would come all too soon and then they'd set out for Lindon. The Elf Haven was a treacherous journey through the wastes of the Forodwaith. Not even the Lossoth dared the journey, then they had no reason to venture so far south. Good night, Brynne whispered, her hands fidgeting in her lap. She watched Vaemyr walk always, her eyes fixed upon him as he left. A part of her wanted to shout out, but she knew she must refrain. She was but a child in his eyes, just another charge he needed to protect. She wouldn't fool herself into accepting anything more than that he wished to fulfill his obligations to her family. At that, Brynne stood up and smoothed her skirts. She had some items she needed to drop off before heading to bed. Tok had commissioned her to mend some of his hunting clothesa pair of leggings. She'd only just finished the job, the garment folded neatly in her room. Her plan had been to deliver them in the morning, but she'd have to do so now and collect payment, as there wouldn't be time once the sun rose. Hopefully the bit of money would prove useful on the journey that she and Vaemyr needed to make. On her way up to her room to fetch her things, Brynne stopped by to speak to the barkeep. I will be leaving in the morning for Lindon, she said quietly, dark eyes fixed on the smooth wood of the bar. The barkeep's eyes widened and he set down the glass he'd been drying with a rag. Lindon? he stated, his expression one of astonishment. Do tell me you're not venturing all that way on your own. His tone was serious, his hands moving to his sides as he gave Brynne his full attention. I...I won't be alone, Brynne confirmed, her thoughts moving on to Vaemyr. I'll be well taken care of. I... her voice trailed. I'm unsure as to how long we will be away, but...could I keep my room? she asked. Please? The barkeep smiled warmly and reached out to place a firm, but gentle hand on Brynne's shoulder. I'm not one for warmlanders, he began. But you've managed to melt this old northerner's heart. He wasn't Lossoth like most of the patrons, but a man of hearty blood, his kin the men of the north. Your room won't be touched. It'll be here for you upon your return. Brynne smiled and bit down on her lip. Truly, everyone had been so kind to her in the Forodwaith. It wasn't Dale, but she'd take this and cherish it. Thank you, she said. For everything. At that, Brynne headed upstairs to get her things. She grabbed her cloak, pulling it on over her tiny form, adjusting it for the harsh wintry weather outside. She then picked up Tok's leggings and readied herself to drop them off. The air outside was biting, the wind nipping at her flesh with every step. It wasn't long before she'd reached Tok's home, though the sky seemed darker than usual overhead. As she waited for Tok, she looked up, wondering where the moon had hidden itself. Just then, the door opened and a gruff hunter who stood tall and proud looked down upon her. Brynne began to tremble at the sight of the large man, but she held her ground and looked him in the eye. I'm sorry to bother you so late, Brynne began. But, I need to make an unexpected trip in the morning. Tok just stood there and crossed his arms. She then held out the leggings. Immediately, Tok's stoic face brightened with a smile. He took the garment Brynne had mended and grunted he disappeared inside for a moment. Upon his return, he handed her three gold coins for her work. Much more than she'd expected. This...it's too much, she said softly. Tok just shook his head. Not nearly enough, he said firmly. At that his eyes hardened and he gestured that Brynne return to the inn. The night was no place for a woman. especially one as soft as Brynne. Her blood wasn't used to the harshness of the north nor did she understand what lurked in the dank shadows surrounding Forochel. Brynne merely curtsied and raced back to the inn. It wasn't long before she was in her room and changing into her nightgown. She glanced about her modest room deciding what needed to be brought along on their journey. As it was, she no longer had all the luxuries she once did when in Dale. Her belongings were few and all easily fit into a single pack. Once done, she padded over to her bed and turned down the sheets. It wouldn't be long until morning. Meanwhile, downstairs, Maran continued her conversation with her former teacher. She looked at En, her own face so determined. She was glad that the wizard would help her see her journey through. After the abrupt and brutal loss of her family, it was nice to have a friend again. Rivendell is well, Maran began. Though the elders are concerned about what hails in Lindon. It is why my family and I were heading there. She sat back, her platinum hair shimmering in the firelight. Though, I do not think they realize just what is occurring up here in the north. She paused a moment and took a breath. Orcs this far north is very troubling. It's not terribly uncommon for a pair to wander up into the wood. But what attacked us was far larger, organized. She shook her head. Dark magic is spilling up this way. Word should be sent back to Elrond. Indeed, Elrond needed to be aware of what was occurring. Only, Maran had to see her quest through before she could head back home. It was her duty and she needed to do so for her family's sake, for her kin in Lindon who couldn't wait any longer. Perhaps we can set out tomorrow, Maran suggested, sitting back up and leaning over the table. I fear that our aid to Lindon has already been delayed for far too long. Something needs to be done and quickly. She looked upon her former teacher with pleading eyes. She knew with En by her side, things wouldn't be as bad. The wizard was powerful, knowledgeable and she'd help distract her from dwelling on the loss of her family. I need to help my kinsmen.