[Ainaserkewen]

Dalomy tossed and turned. Her wound hurt so much, the medicin did not seem to be working. Other than the pain however, she was wide awake. She felt life back in her tired limbs and her voice was clear. She felt strange since she had entered the inn. She felt sorrow for her brother, but happiness to be alive, and on the mend.
Her thoughts drifted to her mother, alone and weeping for her lost children. How Dalomy felt she had already failed her. She must find the leader of the Dunedain, but she knew not where he dwelt. Her thoughts were suddenly interupted but a small hobbit woman coming into her room, carrying a tray of food.

"Thank you." Dalomy said simply. The hobbit had a conforting smile, and she looked over her wound.

"It's healing fast," she said at last.
"But you must be in alot of pain."

"I am." Dalomy said, though not as much as before the hobbit came in. The thought that her gash was healing, made the pain dull.

"Everyone is worried about you." Said the hobbit, placing down the tray of bread, cheese, and water. "May I tell them you are healing?" Dalomy nodded.

"I will leave you rest, call if you need anything." And she left.

Dalomy's mind was troubled. After she was well, where would she go? By herself, she could go no further in this strange land.

She would wait for news, and maybe traveling friends. With the pain dulling, she lay down after her meal and slipped into a deep slumber, where no dream entered her mind.
It would look brighter in the morning.

[ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: Ainaserkewen ]