[Mattius]

Jack observed the conversation with Jadae and Arethin with quiet curiosity. He was not a great lover of music but enjoyed it from time to time. Almost subconsciously he began to finger his thin gold braclet on his wrist. The keen eyes of Anuion the elf of Mirkwood picked up the illustrous jewelry.

"That is fine garment you wear," he said getting Jack's attention, "and if my eyes are correct then that is a creation of my kin is it not?" Jack looked silently at the elf and then to his braclet again.

"Indeed it is, it was given to me by an elven maiden some seven months since."

"Is that not a token of love Jack, or do our race's views of such lavish things contradtict?" Jack was silent for a long time looking at the braclet motionless. At length he rolled down his sleeve so that it was covered.

"It was, but is now no more than memories," Jack said abruptly as he stood to his feet and walked away from the elf. He wished the memories would just go away, he wished they would dissapear- but they wouldn't, and part of him wanted them to stay. He forced himself to talk to the dwarf to try and detach himself from his thoughts.

"Good Rosfin, you are a proprioter of these parts, how long will our march be to the Iron Hills?"

"Not too long," the dwarf said, "perhaps a day or two at most. In fact I think it was time we were on the move again- come on one and all- to your feet!"

With a little bit of effort the group were on their way again. Behind Rosfin, Jadae and Arethin continued their conversation.

[ March 10, 2003: Message edited by: Mattius ]