[Novnarwen]

Camp

The Elves walked for hours, only having small breaks now and then. Tanroth was worn out by the time they reached the edge of the forest of Lórien, and a small plain appeared. The day had already grown old, and Tanroth wondered if he had pushed them too hard. They would have to hurry if they were to eat and set up a camp before nightfall.

Tanroth looked at the others, who were obviously tired too. "What do you say to make a camp now, and rest. We'll be by the mountains tomorrow anyway," Tanroth announced turning his head towards Firiel. Firiel agreed at once, the others seemed to think this was a good idea as well.

They helped each other with the different tasks such as: setting up the actual camp, where they could sleep and preparing the food. Dunaire and Arilewen went to get wood for their fire, and came back a little later with arms heavy loaded with dry tree materials. Rostion, Firiel, Tanroth and the other elves, did the other practical tasks to get a nice, solid camp.

About half and hour had passed when the Elves settled themselves around the fire, having set up a camp. They certainly deserved a meal; their first real meal this day. Lembas and tea was served, and all ate eagerly, as if they hadn't seen food at all. Tanroth sighed as he finished eating. He sipped the rest of his tea, raised and went to take a little walk. His feet were sore, but he wasn't to complain. An even rougher road was upon them, before they would reach Tharbad. "After the city of old, everything will be quite easy," Tanroth muttered to himself, having a comforting tune is his voice. He made his way back to the others, settling himself at the same spot he had been sitting moments before.

As the sun sank down behind the mountains it grew slightly cold and a little breeze came over them. Some huddled together, holding their thin fingers over the hearth of the fire; in that way, getting warmth to their fingertips again. "Look at the stars!" Erkaliel burst out, having her head turned upwards. The stars shone brightly over them and cast a dim light over the company outside the forest. They all muttered, or at least it sounded ike everyone muttered, something about how beautiful the stars were, and that they were the most pleasant and wonderful gift from the Valar, given to middle-earth and it's people.

[ October 20, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]