[Everdawn]

Carathir spotted the man from the corner of his eye, and immediately did not like the look of him. Then again, it was nothing new for Carathir to get strange looks from Gondorian folk, that’s why he liked it so much at Lysia’s estate, there were less Gondorians to worry about them casting glances at him. At the same time, part of him loathed that he was thought of as a lesser man for being of the east, it was what stirred the will within him to make them treat him as equal, and he was sure that Guriel Il Galoth could do it.

“Carathir? Carathir? Carathir!” came the soft voice of Maén over the buzz of the town bring him back form his thoughts.

“Good day Lady Il Galoth.” He said Standing up tall, remembering his manners, “I have set Hittai in a stable a small way from here as you requested- “

“She need not get too acquainted with her surroundings then we are on the move.” She mentioned striding past him, the others step behind her which she spoke to without turning her head. “We are not on a while goose chase, In this scroll is exactly the proof of cover up ive been looking for, and Gondor lied to me! To my family, and to my Aunt Lysia- about her husbands murderer! Have they no shame?” Carathir directed her to the stables, but he noticed that the man from the library had followed him.

“Miss-“ he tried to say something to Maén but he was pushed aside by her hand.

“Not now Carathir, im sorry but I really must take care of this.” Though she supposed it did not show, Maén was more excited than she had been a in a long time, her heart was filled with a new hope which had been vanquished for a great many number of years. “Good” she muttered standing outside of the Stables. “It’s quieter here; I can speak of this properly. Guriel Il Galoth does exist and he is somewhere in Ithilien, that is where we must go. My next question is whether any of you have horses? I have my Hittai, because as embarrassed as I should be to say this, I am not accustomed to walking great distances. You see my family think that in their great wisdom and the reputation of our name (however tarnished) and our standing in this Gondorian society, that is improper for one of their offspring to be seen doing work or travelling great distances on foot.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I am bringing Hittai with me, I hope you have no objections. Carathir?”

“Yea? – I mean, Yes my lady?” He was caught off-guard watching the man who had followed them.

“Thaoura? How do you wish to use him?” Maén’s sharp stare was upon him now.

“I ride him not very often, he is a free horse lady, I don’t like it to ride him when I do not have to.”

Maén nodded. “As you wish, how do the rest of you stand?”