[Everdawn]

Rohan was amazing. There was no doubt about it. Énien had enjoyed the comapny of the mortals. "It will be a shame, when i cross over the sea." the elf spoke to Rave and Bregand (who had been totally wrapped up with Carmalita for most of the time.) "I was quiet looking foward to watching your family's grow." She laughed. "Not to worry, im sure i will find better things to do in the recess of time." Her eyes now bright.

Rave had ridden up beside her. "I told you that Rohan is magnificent!" Énien couldnt help but notice how proud the shieldmaiden was of her lands. "Well elf, im sure it may not comapre to Rivendell, but i wager you to find more a more talented race of horsemasters!" Rave slowed to a walk. "Ah! Imladris is beautiful, but horsemasters the elves are none, though our faithful steeds will aid us in any way. Elven horses are different in manner. And their shoes are made of Mithril!" said Énien pointing ot the shoes on Calimir's horse, as her horse which she acquired in Bree had no elven smith to fit them. "Something which i guess Tareth should know a fair bit!" The elf smiled again.

Énien galnced at the party who followed behind. Turthôl and Rangar were riding together as usual. But there was something different about their manner, usually happy, Rangar now did not smile, nor did he listen as intently as he did before to her songs. Though Turthôl galnced occasionally at Wren. "Are you two allright?!" she called to them, not really expecting an answer as she asked every member the same question countless time per day. Yes, something was different about Rangar, at least. To shift her mind from troubles she spotted a deep gully they were coming close too. "Ride slowly! I will check the path" she called and set Melliant off at a gallop to the edge, bow at her hand. Énien, now was paranoyed about unseen enemies from her experience at the ambush which now had been weeks behind them. The cut she had recieved now left only a thin scar hardly seen, that now she was almost proud to bear. Nothing. The gully was empty, although on the wind it seemed to Énien, that the wind whispered into her ear, a warning of a forecoming danger. The elf rode back to the party. "It is safe." and they continued on into a town and towards an Inn.

[ May 27, 2003: Message edited by: Everdawn ]