The Elf and the Man {January 3011} (Adanedhel)
Jan 30, 2018 15:50:44 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Jan 30, 2018 15:50:44 GMT -5
“Dark magic, I’m afraid. Something evil has invaded our lands, making our forest die slowly and brought forth these foul creatures.”
Ceolmund frowned. “It seems all around evil is invading,” he shook his head. The Dunlendings were pressing Rohan further from the west, and denizens of the black land were pressing further from the east. Reports from Minas Tirith were that the defenses even in the great realm of Gondor were needing be strengthened. The visit from the wraiths, now that the leaders of the city knew what these creatures were, were forboding.
So Adanedhel's forest was withering, and creatures coming in the form of spiders. Ceolmund presumed it would not be long until there were reports once more of wargs on the borders of the mountains, and traveling in packs across the Fenmarch.
Four legged beasts were enough; he did not wish to imagine those with eight legs and eight eyes coming swiftly where they should not be.
“I should have not asked. You do not have to trouble yourself with it. It was foolish of me to ask something like this from you when you do not trust me. Forget that I had said anything, Ceolmund.”
Ceolmund could not forget; he was not a man given to forgetfulness, his memories were deep within him and he took them with him everywhere. Yet, he did not answer Adanedhel. It seemed at the very least they had a common foe, and a common purpose.
The man protected his homeland for the sake of his people, and his loved ones. For Runa, and for his children. It could also be said that the elf had the same intentions. He stayed now in Edoras, Ceolmund knew, for love. He would have left and retreated to his forests, however dark they were becoming if it were not his need and duty to look after Wyn. Even if he would not admit it, he had it seemed, in a way, grafted himself to the young woman.
Sighing, he reached for his blades and began to sheathe them and lay them back upon the table.
Now to wait, and now to rest. He would have the next couple of days to spend with his family before his departure. Runa would be home to him soon, and Ceolmund was grateful the days of hiding his love from her were over. There was truly nothing better.
Ceolmund frowned. “It seems all around evil is invading,” he shook his head. The Dunlendings were pressing Rohan further from the west, and denizens of the black land were pressing further from the east. Reports from Minas Tirith were that the defenses even in the great realm of Gondor were needing be strengthened. The visit from the wraiths, now that the leaders of the city knew what these creatures were, were forboding.
So Adanedhel's forest was withering, and creatures coming in the form of spiders. Ceolmund presumed it would not be long until there were reports once more of wargs on the borders of the mountains, and traveling in packs across the Fenmarch.
Four legged beasts were enough; he did not wish to imagine those with eight legs and eight eyes coming swiftly where they should not be.
“I should have not asked. You do not have to trouble yourself with it. It was foolish of me to ask something like this from you when you do not trust me. Forget that I had said anything, Ceolmund.”
Ceolmund could not forget; he was not a man given to forgetfulness, his memories were deep within him and he took them with him everywhere. Yet, he did not answer Adanedhel. It seemed at the very least they had a common foe, and a common purpose.
The man protected his homeland for the sake of his people, and his loved ones. For Runa, and for his children. It could also be said that the elf had the same intentions. He stayed now in Edoras, Ceolmund knew, for love. He would have left and retreated to his forests, however dark they were becoming if it were not his need and duty to look after Wyn. Even if he would not admit it, he had it seemed, in a way, grafted himself to the young woman.
Sighing, he reached for his blades and began to sheathe them and lay them back upon the table.
Now to wait, and now to rest. He would have the next couple of days to spend with his family before his departure. Runa would be home to him soon, and Ceolmund was grateful the days of hiding his love from her were over. There was truly nothing better.