[Novnarwen]

Lostlondwen was been dying to get on the road again. Her nightmares had come back after the fight, and these were actually worse. The longer they stayed, the chances of finding her mother alive... Oh she couldn't bare the tought. The past few days they had just stayed at their campsite, waiting for Elentari's wounds to heal. As the time passed by, Lostlondwen grew bored and restless.

Then, at meal the following evening Elentari annouced their departure. Her wounds had finally healed.

Few moments after, loud voices broke out. She turned her head, and watched the others gather around the dwarves. Lostlondwen ran from her horse, which she had been so eager to tell that they were leaving, and listened to the dwarf's voice.

"You can't do that!" Grain shouted.

Lostlondwen found herself standing between Ewinda and Rowan.

"What is it?" Lostlondwen whispered. Both the dwarves looked as if they had seen a ghost. They were pale, and seemed to be fustrated.

"I've made up my mind," Elentari replied.

"What is she talking about?" Lostlondwen asked. Both Ewinda and Rowan were quiet, and hadn't yet answered her fist question. After a few moments, when Ewinda saw Lostlondwen waa starting to get irritated she answered:
"She is, kind of sending them home."

"Kind of sending them home? What is that supposed to mean," Lostlondwen said. She didn't wait for an answer before she burst out again.

"They have come so far, can't send them home then... Can you?"

Ewinda didn't say anything. In fact, all were being silent.

"She says, she can't risk any of them getting hurt again," Rowan muttered.

Lostlondwen wasn't following. Everyone could get hurt. Any moment. This journey had been full of perils and foes, and yet they hadn't met their worst foe, the dragon. And here she told them that she couldn't risk anyone getting hurt? Then they shouldn't have gone on this journey, they shouldn't have joined this company. Lostlondwen didn't want to seem as she didn't care about her companiens, it just wasn't the time, sending people home. Vrain had fought, he was, and had been brave, and if he wanted to stay, so be it, she tought. In fact she couldn't bare the tought of being on the road again, without the two of them, without the funny dwarves.

[ June 24, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]