[Everdawn]

Carathir rode at the back of the company, silently taking the hours as they came. He had no need to speak with anyone, only Maén if she requested something, as she seldom did.

He silently hated being a doormat to the Gondorian, she appeared of everything he hated; Her well spoken manner, her officious nature in ordering them, her wealth, and even down to the lilac cloak which veiled her blonde tresses. A Gondorian noble. It would not do well to kill her off during the night, Carathir knew this. He would let her lead him to this Guriel, and he, surely he who is enemy of Gondor would still have friends in parts. The he would make his move, he would kill her then.

There would only be one problem; the company.


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O the world that the traitor would turn up to me here in these places. I will not suggest to you that I have never begun to think on the off chance that Aunt Lysia may be wrong and that Gondor was right after all. But the same memory remains, every time that I see the scar on my arm it is an ugly reminder of the past, of when Guriel first came to my thoughts and, the actions of my bewildered father a night long before.

I saw it today, and the day before, and each time it showed and my eyes passed over it I felt the sharp pang of hot metal against flesh but each time I did not sway from it but rather let it pass through. If I had been weaker in mind it would have consumed me by now and they would be saying the same things about me that they say about my father “Mad”.

As if have said, dear Lysia is helping me find Guriel Il Galoth and in doing so has let me form a party many of whom are often at arms with each other. It is this same hotheadedness that makes my anger flow, though none would tell, I am afraid im being as blunt as ever in these days of stress. Only when it is that Guriel has paid for what he has done to me, to my family will I sleep in peace.


“What’s that your writing Miss Il Galoth.” Aelimur asked looking over her shoulder causing Maén to snap the leather bound journal shut.

“My soul.” She said shortly. Aelimur raised his eyebrows and nodded his head for a moment. “Here.” Said Maén reaching for her bag, removed a map. “We need to go a little way in south Ithilien I think.” She handed the map to him and he studied it for a while.

“Maén!” Called Roryn from her side. “We cant stay here any longer, I fear these are dangerous parts.”