The Green Dragon Inn - Part 5

[Esgallhugwen]

Esgallhugwen smiled faintly at Lira. Taking out the pink cream from her belt pouch, she began to treat Morsereg's leg wound. 'This should be the last time... we came across a camp of orcs a few weeks back and ended up with a few wounds' most of the orcs fled into the mountains and other dark shadowed areas at the end of the War of the Ring, but some still lingered in open lands.

She felt now that she owed Lira at least a tale of some of her past, though it would be a short tale indeed for now. 'Off the border of Rhûn to the southeast but not to close to the land of Mordor was where my father's land was, he and my Mother once resided closer to what was once known as Greenwood' Esgallhugwen patted Morsereg on the muzzle as the sun inched it's way higher up into the sky.

A slight breeze blew the leaves sending them shimmering like emeralds as flowers opened up before Esgallhugwen's feet. 'My Father wanted independence so he went forth with a small host of ones that would follow him and they neared the border of the East, than I was born, the land was already shadowed but it only became worse as the time drew on'.

She now wished to go inside to get a small bite to eat than perhaps she would continue her story.

[ July 30, 2003: Message edited by: Esgallhugwen ]