[Everdawn]

"Do you see it?" Énien asked Carmalita who she saw staring up at the sky. "What?" Carmalita asked. "The star, slightly to the right, and very bright." The elf pointed to the brightest star in the sky, shining and slightly blue in colour. "I was born under that star, and for over a thousand years it had never come again, save for when I left Rivendell." Énien was now cleaning her blade.

"Bregand" she said softly. "Where are we going now, which road, I imagine that we are well enough on our way to Rohan now, can you take a look at your maps for me? That is if you are able." She could see the boy was still in pain.

Desparatly she tried to lighten the mood. "Wren," she began. "Tell me, what do you know of Minas Tirith these days, it had been well over fifty years since I have been there, the silver tree, it must still grow, a whisper of Elven wonder among men.Tell me of your family, are you married where you come from?" she said now with a yaun. But she was not that tired.