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piosenniel · 09-13-2003, 12:42 PM

Child and Pio’s collaborative post

‘No, do not take it from me yet. Let me read one more. If we read long enough there must be some hope that informs the fading ink of these grim words.’

Pio reached out to Isilmir and Gilwen, glad that they were safe in their own little bed. Her heart ached for Cami, faced with the possibility of never seeing her children again, as her arms ached to take the long gone Hobbits within the protective circle of their reach.

“Indeed . . . if only the world went differently . . .” She dried the last of the tears with her sleeve, and read on.

~*~

The weather grows colder as freezing rain falls on our heads. The ponies slip and slide on the trail, struggling to keep their feet on firm ground.
Still, until the weather changed, we made steady progress. It took two days to trek eastward on the Old Forest Road, almost sixty miles inside the borders of Greenwood. Now we are heading northward trying to reach the foothills of the Mountains, where we know the brothers intended to set up their final camp and search for game.

Just before we veered off the road, we ran into another hunting party that was bound for home, this one a group of woodland Elves taking shelter under a ridge as they waited for the weather to change. By chance, the Elf in charge of this band was Legolas who promised to leave his fellows on their homeward trek and aid us in our search for the missing hobbits. Perhaps he is doing this out of respect for his pledge to Radagast. Whatever the reason, I am thankful for this stroke of luck, if luck be.

‘Let us hope that this chance meeting heralds a turn of the luck she speaks speaks about,’ Mithadan murmured. His eyes were closed as she read, Cami’s face and little figure playing across his mind as the search continued.

Legolas has lived here many years and knows the forest well. He says some hidden evil has begun to extend its shadow over the trees. Just a sliver, nothing more, but he fears it will grow worse and someday claim all of Greenwood as its own. I do not know what to say. I can feel the rain and cold and the dull ache in my heart, but I see no sign of great evil. But he is an Elf, and sees things that are hidden from me. I only hope that Gamba and his brothers are somewhere dry, warm, and safe, and that Maura has found some measure of peace.

Scribbled out with stiff, blue hands in front of our small campfire, the evening of 23rd Blotmath—my inkwell is half frozen.

09-13-2003, 12:42 PM	#103
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Child and Pio’s collaborative post ‘No, do not take it from me yet. Let me read one more. If we read long enough there must be some hope that informs the fading ink of these grim words.’ Pio reached out to Isilmir and Gilwen, glad that they were safe in their own little bed. Her heart ached for Cami, faced with the possibility of never seeing her children again, as her arms ached to take the long gone Hobbits within the protective circle of their reach. “Indeed . . . if only the world went differently . . .” She dried the last of the tears with her sleeve, and read on. ~~ The weather grows colder as freezing rain falls on our heads. The ponies slip and slide on the trail, struggling to keep their feet on firm ground. Still, until the weather changed, we made steady progress. It took two days to trek eastward on the Old Forest Road, almost sixty miles inside the borders of Greenwood. Now we are heading northward trying to reach the foothills of the Mountains, where we know the brothers intended to set up their final camp and search for game. Just before we veered off the road, we ran into another hunting party that was bound for home, this one a group of woodland Elves taking shelter under a ridge as they waited for the weather to change. By chance, the Elf in charge of this band was Legolas who promised to leave his fellows on their homeward trek and aid us in our search for the missing hobbits. Perhaps he is doing this out of respect for his pledge to Radagast. Whatever the reason, I am thankful for this stroke of luck, if luck be. ‘Let us hope that this chance meeting heralds a turn of the luck she speaks speaks about,’ Mithadan murmured. His eyes were closed as she read, Cami’s face and little figure playing across his mind as the search continued. Legolas has lived here many years and knows the forest well. He says some hidden evil has begun to extend its shadow over the trees. Just a sliver, nothing more, but he fears it will grow worse and someday claim all of Greenwood as its own. I do not know what to say. I can feel the rain and cold and the dull ache in my heart, but I see no sign of great evil. But he is an Elf, and sees things that are hidden from me. I only hope that Gamba and his brothers are somewhere dry, warm, and safe, and that Maura has found some measure of peace. Scribbled out with stiff, blue hands in front of our small campfire, the evening of 23rd Blotmath—my inkwell is half frozen.* __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.