Last Ride of the Heir RPG

[astarielle]

The day passed slowly as Elladan's eyes tracked the movements of the sun with his eyes. "The star of the day seems to tarry in its long journey more so today" he said no no-one in particular as the group, still anxious from the events earlier that day, continued along the road. Minutes seemed like hours, and hours like days to both elves and men alike.

The group was walking quietly along the road, everyone trying not to listen too closely for strange sounds but inevitably doing so. The previously high moral now seemed stricken with melancholy and uncertainty for the future. Stopping only briefly for meals the companions made quick progress along the road. Not soon enough did night fall and sleep could soon forget the troubles of the day.

Elladan remained on watch tuning his hears to the slighest sound and his eyes to the slighest change of shadow. The murmering wind whipped up the flames of the fire and sent embers crackling far into the distance. The grass played its mournful song as the lingering sounds of the day disappeared as night grew and cast its shadow.