[Everdawn]

It was now dark, but the full moon loomed overhead. Énien was ocnsiderably glad when everyone returned safe, except for the odd scratch and bruise. Rangar had told them all to get some rest. Énien had not removed her hooded cloak since she suffered her cut. The elf, had trouble believing that she could be so careless. Énien had gone to Rangar after he had volunteered first watch. Keeping true to her new vow she was quick to hold it up.

"Rangar" she began. "I cannot let you, please, This last happening was all my fault, I do not need rest-" Rangar looked at her. "This was no one's fault." Énien frowned. "I am an Elf Rangar, and I know I am proud, and I know we do not always see eye to eye, but please do not take this as arrogance, I am an elf. I often travel days without sleep, I needed no rest, and yet I slept. If I were awake I would have heard them coming, I would have seen them, and Wren wouldnt have been captured. Bregand and Carmalita would not have been injured. And I wouldnt have this damned gash in my head that causes my skull to think its rattled!" The elf, now was considerably blanched.

"I.. I...-" she stopped. Rangar's eyes showed that he at least could feel where she was coming from. "Perhaps you needed sleep after all Énien, or you would have been agile on your feet enough to escape that." he said pointing to the gash which was only slightly visible under her hood. "Rest. In the morning we will ride." Énien bowed her head and walked away from Rangar who had gone in the opposite direction.

The elf returned to her camp, picked up her bow and arrow and a smaller pouch form her bag. Calimir touched her on the shoulder. "Are you allright?" he asked. "Im fine, maar fuin" she wished Calimir a good night before walking away from the camp.

If Rangar will not let me watch over them, i will do so anyway... She perched herself down by a rock at the side of a billabong. She glanced down at her clothes, blood everywhere, as on so many of the company's clothes. Énien slipped off her bloodstained tunic and boots.

In her light blue dress (which came to her thigh, not easily seen under her tunic.) she washed her tunic in the water. The Elf looked at her reflection, in water which was now waist deep, and inspected the cut. Wild men wield harsh blows.She thought to herself. The elf walked around for a while bear foot in the moonlight. When her tunic was dry she put it on.

My, how the world has changed over time. When I was young I never would have wandered past foreign realms, If Énden had not died I would still be in Rivendell playing my harp and singing my songs.The elf laughed at the irony of her thought. ...And i would not have met these people... They are from so many walks of life, and yet among them there is so much despair and pain.

Énien sat for a long time. Before glancing at the sky. And as always, since she had left Rivendell the last time, the star was out, shining as bright as the moon. "Go away!" she yelled at it. Turned on her heel and made her way back to the camp's outer rim. Still she could not hear or see Rangar. Good thing I did not sleep... Rangar has left us to the wild! Énien sat on the ground by her horse Melliant and waited for Ranagr to return do she could confront him.