[Everdawn]

Seeing Bregand on his feet again and sitting, and Carmailta still bleeding from the stomach. Énien wandered a little way from the company who were sitting by the fire. She wrapped her cloak around her and placed her hood over her head, in a pathetic attempt to hide the cut.

Where are they?... Dont they know im not good at this, this waiting! Every minute they are away my mind wanders... have they come to grief? Wren... Wren, oh now i am so full of remorse. YOu are probably dead and I was never nice to you. Nor was I ever truly nice to Rangar either, and I doubt the blacksmith has faith in me. Yes, I did let my guard down, and that is how all this happened. If id... If I had been alert, aware, Wren wouldnt have been captured! Her guilt was eating her.

Armed with her bow and arrow now having left her Daggar at camp, Énien began to survey the safeness of the area. Never again would she become lazy. Yes, from now on she would seek no rest. She had placed this on herself, it was her responsibility to look out. It was a long time since the others departed. Énien stopped by a tree. The sun was setting. She sighed. It was a long time since she stopped to watch it as it decended over a high ridge, sparing some last-minute rays whose hands shon towards her.

As if in utter irony she began to reacll a song of the elves, which she used to play harp to, in Rivendell, in her little eastern wing which overlooked the valley. Aloud she sang;

A Banwen! ethuilrín vain!
Aglar am meril im Belain!
Penna glorgalad o menel,
berio i amar in edain.
Le linnatha si i 'annel
Lasto 'lîr nîn, a Uineth!
an-uir, galss, nîth a meleth.

She had finished singing, and stood up straight. Her head felt better. She knew if she ignored it enough it would go away. The peace was interrupted by the sound of people, two. And they were coming straight for her. Thinking they were wild men, Énien concealed herself as much as she could by perching herself in a tree. Her eyes scanned the newcomers.

Breath escaped her body. She could not believe it. The comers looked like a man and woman. It was Turthôl! and he had Wren!. Like a huge weight had been taken off her chest, Énien lept down from the tree and walked towards them. She decided that she was embarassed enough by her injury that she kept her hood on. "Turthôl! oh, hannon-le she is back! Are you hurt Wren, Turthôl? are you allright! Here all is fine, Bregand is well, or will be soon." she said tapping them both on the shoulder.

Then it came to her. Where were the others? She became frantic, looking around. "Have you not brought the others?" she let out a half laugh, out of worry. "Did they decide to go home? please say they have not come to grief!" Her green eyes noe more child-like than ever. She stared deep into the others eyes. The sun had now set.

[ May 16, 2003: Message edited by: Everdawn ]