[Orofaniel]

When the elves had almost reached the Silverlode River, Firiel wanted to take a break. She could see that the others wanted to have a short break as well. Her husband, Rostion, had also agreed that it would be wise to have a short rest now. She sprang up to Tarnoth side and asked him politely: "May we take a rest?"

Tanroth didn't answer right away but he gave a short nod. The elves were now muttering something about hurting legs, how tired they were and how hungry they were. Firiel used this to have a one-to one talk with Tanrot. She took him by the arm and led them out of sight to the other elves, who were now seated on some stones.

"You are driving them and me very hard," Firiel said trying not to sound too harsh.

Tanroth seemed to be in deep thinking. He remained silent for a moment.

"I suppose you're right. But I think it's important that we are up, and well up in the mountains before it grows dark. In that way, we won't need to camp there two nights."

Firiel didn't know what to say. Why was this important? She didn't know the answer so she asked him: "What makes you think it's important to only have one camp in the mountain, when it obviously would be easier to have two?"

Tanroth did his best; he tried to explain his concerns. At the end of the conversation Firiel shared the same opinion about the whole thing as Tanroth. He was correct, it would b wise to only camp once in the mountains. The only thing that mattered now was if the other elves agreed to this as well. Firiel was uncertain if they would do so, but they had to ask anyway.


"We'll have to walk for another 6 hours perhaps to reach that goal," Tanroth added at the end. Firiel left Tanroth as soon as he had finished. She went over to the others to tell them what they were going to do.

Firiel cleared her throat as soon as the elves saw that she had come back.

"We will walk 6 more hours so that we only need to stay in the mountains one night." Firel said clear and loudly. The reactions from the elves were as foreseen. Erfalas and Dunaire got their feet. Firiel kenew what was coming; protests, tons of them.

"What do you mean 6 more hours?" Erfalas asked Firiel while he gave a short sigh. "We are tired and hungry." Dunaire said shortly after Erafals had finished his sentence. Firiel didn't know what to say, she just looked away, telling them that this was the best thing to do. "If we walk yet another 6 hours we don't have to longer than one night in the mountains."

Erafalas grinned. "And, why is that so important?" He asked Tanroth as he as well arrived.

"It's important because we never know what we may meet in the mountains. What if there should be an incident? This my friend, is the wisest thing to do."

Erfalas turned his back to Tanroth, walking back to the stone he had been seated on earlier. He didn’t look pleased, and so didn’t' Duinare.

Imthôlion raised and went over to Tanroth. He whispered something to Tanroth. Firiel, however didn't hear what it was. Event though elves have keen ears, she couldn't hear the low whispering voice of Imthôlion.

[ October 26, 2003: Message edited by: Orofaniel ]