MIRKWOOD RPG

[Mayla Took]

The next morning the ground was cool and damp with dew where the Hobbit and Dwarves set camp. The sky was gray and the air smelled like a deep forest before rain. Amid all of the peace of the morning Mayla woke early breathing heavily with cold droplets of sweat running down her forehead and the side of her round cheeks. Her sky blue eyes shone with tears and anxiety. She had experienced another night of horrifying memories of her Mother. She fingered the golden locket that hung around her neck and opened it. Inside were pictures of her Mother and Father. She wiped her forehead with the blue cloth of her sleeve, then closed the locket. It had been years since she had been haunted by the memories, but the dreams seemed to become for frequent over the past weeks. Mayla resolved that the dreams were simply caused by her traveling as far as she was away from her Grandfather, but something deep inside her knew that it was something else. Something else was happening, something of great importance, but what that something was, she did not know.
When she had recovered and collected herself Mayla noticed that Diol, one of the Dwarves she was traveling with, and Pearl were awake also and unloading food for breakfast off of one of the ponies. Diol was a sturdy brown/red haired Dwarf with green eyes and significantly less hair than the other accompanying Dwarves.
“G’morning Dion.” Said Mayla while rolling her thin bedding into a compact ball
“Humph” replied Dion with a frown “Every mornin’ is a good mornin’ for you Hobbits. Yur’ too light-hearted for your own good….can’t you see it looks like rain?” Dion gestured one of his large hands at the sky which was gray and threatening.
Mayla followed his gesture and gazed into the swirling clouds above which seemed to engulf her. “Well,” she said “It looks as if we will be picking up camp earlier than usual if we want to get to Dale before the rain.”
Dion frowned deeper and continued unpacking the food. “Humph” said Dion again “I wouldn’t set my heart on reaching Dale before the rain. But the rain isn’t the only reason we should leave soon.”
Mayla gave Diol a puzzled look “What do you mean?” she said while watching Diol kick the other three Dwarves wake.
“Elves.” Said Diol in a tone that was filled with aggravation “Elves are said to be seen around these here parts. If we are lucky they will have the sense (if Elves have sense) to stay away from us!”
Mayla sighed and shook her head unnoticeably. She was convinced that she would never understand the conflict between the Elves and the Dwarves.
“I would at least enjoy seeing an Elf, even if I did not talk to one.” Mayla said with a tone of hopefulness
“Elves are rarely seen without being heard also!” Dion grumbled in reply.
After the company had finished a short breakfast they packed the ponies and left immediately for Dale.

[ May 05, 2002: Message edited by: Mayla Took ]