The White Horse Inn, Act III

[Esgallhugwen]

Her face was absolutely blanched from all the emotion, which was uncommon considering the amount of blood that usually rushes to ones face in such predicaments. Gudryn wasn't prone to faint, but a wife for Eodwine? A mother? Had she truly been blessed by the Valar?

She sat with her hands in her lap, the small Rohirric dagger tied about her waist with a thin leather belt. She smiled, thoroughly pleased with the events unfolding before her rich brown eyes.

All but one. Saeryn was recovering but the issue of Fenrir and the way in which he was bound to take her back would not do at all.

Gudryn's small voice piped up though the conversation was already leading elsewhere, "we must convince Fenrir of what has happened to you Saeryn, we must". The crowd looked at her and she blushed having drawn such attention to her self.