Since he had spoken with Bordarigorn, the Elf had wandered in the woods, watching the golden leaves around him, and singing softly to himself. It was true, he would miss the woods greatly, but it was not as if he was new to the experience of leaving everything behind. He saw in his mind, an eager young Elf, hoping for adventure, dreaming of escaping the serenity of life in Lothlorién. There was also a grim, solitary looking Elf; another dressed in a silver cloak, and two others. He smiled to himself. It was a rare gift to be able to see through the mind, as well as the eyes, and he treasured it. Yet he had a longing to meet these Elves in person.
“I suppose it is time to meet up with my fate,” he spoke softly to himself, so as not to disturb the peace. Then, he turned and began to make his way back through the trees to the room where he was to meet the other 5 he would be travelling with.
Erdaminéon appeared again, silently in the doorway of the room. Three Elves already stood in the room, and an awkward silence was heavy on the air. He looked each of them over carefully, judging them, testing their weaknesses. Then, he moved to the side of the room, opposite the table at which Bordarigorn was working, and stood, anticipating the next arrival.
Soon they were joined by another, who did not hesitate to break the silence. Erdaminéon felt the pressure lifted from the small party as the newest arrival spoke.
"My name is Durelin, I too have joined this search. I am glad to see that Lorien has some willing to rescue a fierce warrior and good heart of our kindred."
The Elves then proceeded to introduce themselves one by one. Erdaminéon found all his predictions to be proved right, and also found a strange trust in the one named Durelin. He was quiet, and could appear distant, but beneath all that was more. Something others wouldn’t see. Erdaminéon smiled to himself, knowingly. Then another Elf entered the room; the last of the company. His name was Maeralagos. He asked the question all had been waiting to hear answered.
“What did the man say to you? What are we to do?”
Durelin made everyone sure that he did not know, that maybe even Bordarigorn didn’t know.
“Perhaps,” said Erdaminéon quietly, “we should wait for our friend Bordarigorn to speak, although I suspect he knows little more than we. I would also suggest that we take leave of each other, now we are acquainted, and prepare ourselves. We should be leaving soon, and it would be wise to be thoroughly prepared.” With this, he looked at the others in turn, waiting to see what they decided. He was no decision maker. He would simply advise.
[ February 12, 2003: Message edited by: Dark Shadow ]
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