![]() |
![]() |
Visit The *EVEN NEWER* Barrow-Downs Photo Page |
|
![]() |
#1 |
Ghost Prince of Cardolan
|
Edhener listened attentively to Mayonette's tale. He felt pity for her, and he thought that such a tale should be his only reason to join this quest, and that he should forget his selfish desire of melting a frozen heart. But he was young-rekless and young. He knew that such thoughts would only last as long as the tale lasted, that they would vanish before the night was ended, and his own plight-how insignificant he found it now!-would again take hold of him. Such are the young always. Selfish both in sorrow and joy, until time and fate consent to change them.
Edhener was acostumed to tales of grief. He had been in one himself. For him, the Great War was anything but a dim and uncertain memory. He had not been young enough to escape the arms then, not the horror of witnessing his brother's death, nor the pain of having to bring the news to his parents. Edhener's eyes flashed. There, far away beneath the walls of Mundburg, his brother had fought and died so that peace could reign over the plains of his homeland. And now, one had come to break that peace, defiling his brother's memory and the memory of so many others. Could such deed go unpunished? Never! Edhener looked at those that surrounded him. He sensed suspicion, or maybe it was only his mind playing triks on him. And, after all, did it matter?What cared he what the others thought of him? It was no business of his. He would do his duty anyway. |
![]() |
![]() |
#2 |
Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Rohan
Posts: 568
![]() |
Mayonette smiled at the woman sadly. She had missed so much. How long had she been away?
"My father has been murdered. Someone has kidnapped Sandrina, Elfride. Alexander has gone to find her. He is desperate. She. . . she is with child. If she dies then her child will die as well. Uncle is trying to capture the estate, since I am not the first born and Sandrina is missing to claim her right to the estate. I have to find her. I can not lose another family member. Would you join us? We are going to find her and seeing as she is carrying a child she may need help. Would come with us Elfride?" She asked her, knowing that Elfride was the only person that could really help in the situation. She only hoped and prayed that her sister and her sister's child were thriving. At least someone what anyway. So many emotions were bringing down her heart and mind. The grief from the death of her father, her sister's kidnapping, her brother-in-laws maniac like driven fear, and a thought. . . no more of a deeper feeling for the man that she hadn't seen in five years. Her heart begged for her to take his hand, to look for comfort in him. Her dark eyes began to well up with tears as the reality of it all set in. She blinked back the tears and took a deep breath as she reached out for Thomas. She needed his strength. They had been through so much and now she needed him more than ever. |
![]() |
![]() |
#3 |
Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle...
Posts: 9,461
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Elfride gave the only answer she could: "Of course, I will come, my son is safe with his uncle and the farm will survive without me a while longer". Her steward Bredon was old and lacked any imagination but as far as the day to day management of stock and land went noone was more trustworthy. "I have not been in the village for some days but I am surprised that news as ill as this has not reached me sooner - try not to worry too much... you seem to have acquired many helpers - between us, I am sure we can get your sister back safe and well".
Elfride looked around - it was an interesting group. |
![]() |
![]() |
#4 |
Wight
Join Date: Apr 2006
Posts: 126
![]() |
Cordelia smiled at Elfride. She had been such an intricate part of her past. She had heard that she had been out of the city helping a family, it was the way she was. She was just that kind of kindhearted soul.
"Welcome to the quest Elfride. I tried to talk Mayonette out of it, but she wouldn't hear it. You know how stubborn the woman can get when her mind is so dead set on risking life and limb for vegenance. You remember the time that she was set on repaying a certain little lad for stealing her precious doll?" She asked Elfride, watching Thomas with particular interest in his reaction. He had been that boy and he hadn't stollen her doll. He had found it after they had been playing by the river. Mayonette had hit him, leaving a very nasty looking bruise upon his arm. Cordelia laughed inwardly at the memory. Even then Mayonette's stubborness was not to be triffled with. She had tried to talk Mayonette out of hurting the lad, but she had been unsuccessful. They had only been five at the time, but the memory burned brightly in her mind. |
![]() |
![]() |
#5 |
Shade of Carn Dûm
|
Thomas looked at Cordelia and then at Mayonette. Thomas rubbed his arm remembering the bruise Mayonette had given him when they were little. Mayonette might have only been 5 when she hit Thomas but Thomas remembered quite well the feeling she had given him. It seemed like from that day on Mayonette had Thomas' heart. Thomas hoped he would get a chance to talk to Mayonette alone but knew the chance was slim to none.
Thomas released a little chuckle and looked back at Cordelia. "I remember that day quite well. Mayonette was furious, she thought I had stolen her dear precious Molly. When I went home my brother didn't believe me when I said that Mayonette had left the bruise. My arm was sore for days." Thomas could remember how stubborn Mayonette was. It seemed like time never changed that much of her. |
![]() |
![]() |
#6 |
Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Rohan
Posts: 568
![]() |
Mayonette shook her head at the memory. She hadn't meant to hit him so hard. She just loved her doll so much! She smiled at Thomas and shook her head.
"I remember your brother asking me if I had actually hit you. He gave you such a time when I confirmed the story. I never meant to hurt you," she said to Thomas. She sighed inwardly as she studied the man beside her. Just his presence eased all of her pain. She turned to the rest of the group, swallowing hard. Now was the time to start talking about the quest. "Bring all the weapons you own. You will need them. There is enough horses at my homestead for all of us. It shall make the journey shorter. Hopefully. We can decide which direction to head into tomorrow morn. I think now we should become aquainted with one another. It may be a long journey. We don't want fights to break out due to clashes of personalities. Please talk amongst yourself, I need to speak with Thomas alone for a moment," she said as she took Thomas' hand and lead him away from the group. She lead him away from the group's sight, knowing that Cordelia would try to read their lips to figure out what they were saying. "I've missed you Thomas. Where have you been the last five years?" She asked him softly as she tried to calm her racing heart. |
![]() |
![]() |
#7 |
Shade of Carn Dûm
|
"I've missed you Thomas. Where have you been the last five years?" Thomas looked at Mayonette. How was he going to answer her question? "Mayonette I've been in Gondor, hoping to train with the men of Gondor. I had hoped to come back to Rohan sooner and perhaps serve General Hama but I was delayed in my leaving. I have missed you. I didn't want to stay gone for five years. I was worried that I would come back and you would be gone. But I see that I have come home at the right time. As for the offering of your horses I would rather take Chianna. She has been there for me when no one else was." Thomas couldn't help but smile.
His heart racing and Thomas looked in Mayonette's eyes. "So you tell me Miss Mayonette, what have you been up to the five years I have been away." He feared what she might say. He was scared that Mayonette would tell him of a new love in her life. He had spent all of his life trying to make something of himself when the one thing he really needed was back at home. He was truly happy now that he was at home. For once in his life nothing else seemed to matter, not the wars of men or the greed of dwarves. This was one feeling he wished would never end. |
![]() |
Thread Tools | |
Display Modes | |
|
|
![]() |