[Nerindel]

Léspheria

As Léspheria reached the spot that Tallas had told her about she searched the ground and found the heavy boot prints of three rangers, two following the elf tracks and the other she recognised as Amandur's headed south-west towards Bree, She grinned as she came to the same conclusion he had. Mounting Losseserme she made to followed Amandur's trail, the tracks were fresh a few hours at most she guessed, she would catch up to him in Bree.

The sound of horses disturbed her thoughts, quickly she dismounted and gently slapped Losseserme's flank sending her into the forest ahead, she would return when called. Lespheria pulled up the hood of her cloak and melted into the trees. The three horses where not going fast so it would be several minutes before she sighted them, closing her eyes she pushed out her senses to feel out the mind of the riders, two women one most definitely hobbit but both afraid for each other, there was a third! she could sense a man, but it was as if a mental wall stood in her way, she guessed immediately who it was and pulled her senses away, this wall was not stable and she did not what to be in his mind when it fell, back at the Forsaken inn she had felt some of what was trapped behind that wall and it was not pleasant.

She opened her eyes as Kaldir came into view leading the horses that bore his prisoners and their gear. She watched as Kaldir stopped and swooped to the ground examining the tracks as she had done. She held her breath as his head came up and looked in her direction, but when he returned to his prisoners, she silently thanked the weavers of Lothlorien who had made the cloak she wore. With a heavy heart she slipped away, she was loathed to leave the southern woman and her hobbit friend in the clutches of the bounty hunter, but she was not yet ready to face Kaldir, after all he had survived Naiore and not many could make that claim.
A lump began to form in her throat as the thoughts of her mother returned, but she swallowed hard forcing it down. He was on Naiore's trail they would meet again and she would see that his captors were freed, she thought as she ran lightly through the woods.

After about twenty minutes she gave the soft coo of the native wood pigeon and within minutes Losseserme returned to her, she mounted and kicked hard, the elven mare snorted then swiftly bore Léspheria towards Bree. It was dark when she reached the south gate of Bree, "Who's ere ?" a gruff voice called behind the tall wooden gates, "A traveller seeking rest and some what to eat" she answered airily. "Tis a Lady! open the gate!" she heard the muffled mumbling behind the gate, "My deepest apologies, mam" A red faced young man said as the gate slowly opened. "No apology needed," she smiled, as she rode passed him.

Slowly she made her way toward the Prancing pony, but as she passed the stone farm buildings she sensed again the presence she had felt briefly in the woods surrounding the Forsaken inn, she stopped and looked towards the farm houses, using her senses to try to locate the darkness she felt. She felt sure she was close to locating its source when suddenly she sensed that which she was seeking could feel her intrusion and was fighting her, "It's her!" she muttered breaking the connection and going with all speed towards the inn, she had failed to locate her but at least she know she was near. This was no comfort to Léspheria, as this was another encounter that she was unsure she was ready to face, but at least she could let Amandur know that she was here!

She rode Losseserme through the archway to the courtyard of the Prancing Pony and swung off, handing the reigns to the hobbit Stable hand who held his hand out to take them, then she made her way to the common room to find Amandur, if he was there!