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Firefoot · 05-22-2006, 05:35 PM

As Léof made his way to the hall, he realized something that made all thoughts of Æðel and his horse fly out of his mind: he should have told Eodwine something about his situation, or at least something about his sister. He intended to bring her here eventually, after all, and Léof began to feel that he had never been completely honest with Eodwine. Eodwine had never asked, and so Léof had never lied, but it still didn’t feel quite right. The story would have to come out eventually; why had he never thought to explain?

The answer came to him immediately: the opportunity had never really come. That first week he had been so concerned with adjusting himself and proving himself that the thought of actually talking to Eodwine had never really crossed his mind, and after that, half the hall had been gone in the search for Linduial. And now there was no time. Léof quailed at the thought of everyone hearing his tale; he wanted this to be between himself and those few he chose to tell or who ought to know. And Gárwine – how would it be for him to hear it like that that Léof had not only not told him the truth, but lied to him – or at least led him to believe something other than the truth?

You messed it up pretty well this time, he told himself as he took his place. And now he had no idea what he ought to do, or what he would do.

Alcarillo · 05-22-2006, 09:42 PM

The past three weeks, Gárwine had remained at the mead hall while the others had left to rescue Linduial. He was disappointed not to join them on their adventure, but Lord Eodwine's decision was sound: the mead hall needed a good guard to stand at watch while the lord was away. But still, Garwine couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and jealousy when Linduial's rescuers had triumphantly returned to the mead hall. But staying at the mead hall did let Gárwine watch Náin begin his work on Falco's statue. And Lys was recovering from his injuries. Manawyth had gotten himself into some sort of trouble with the law, as Gárwine had expected would eventually happen.

Gárwine woke up that morning with Eodwine's court on his mind. Today was the first day Lord Eodwine would hold his court, and people from all across the Middle Emnet would soon be arriving with their complaints and requests. Gárwine was most eager to see Manawyth's trial. The Dunlending had stolen a horse during the fair and had been caught by a Rider of the Mark. It's about time he was caught for something, Gárwine thought as he climbed out of bed, I knew Lord Eodwine had made a mistake letting him dwell here ever since I first laid eyes on the waelsman. Gárwine now started dressing in his finest clothes. The Dunlending will finally get what he's been asking for today.

Gárwine reached under his bed to retrieve his chain-mail and helm. It was of poor quality, but Gárwine threw a green cloak around his shoulders to hide his armor's imperfections. He buckled his sword belt and reached for his shield leaning against the wall. Gárwine examined it in his hands and frowned. The green paint on his shield was chipped and flaking. He would just have to deal with it. There was no time for him to go find green paint, wherever it might've been hidden in the mead hall.

He sighed and left his room, pulling his cloak around his arm to hide a particularly bare patch on the shield. It was no use, so he just let the cloak drop. What am I, one of the Queen's Men?

He entered the Great Hall and took his place. He stood where he wouldn't gain too many looks, but just enough to remind people that this Eorl had manpower should anything get out of hand. Gárwine could see through the open doors that people already had gathered in the courtyard, eager to get to the Eorl first. He craned his neck to see if Manawyth was in the crowd. What a sight it would be to see Manawyth bound and begging for mercy before Lord Eodwine's throne!

05-22-2006, 05:35 PM	#1
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	As Léof made his way to the hall, he realized something that made all thoughts of Æðel and his horse fly out of his mind: he should have told Eodwine something about his situation, or at least something about his sister. He intended to bring her here eventually, after all, and Léof began to feel that he had never been completely honest with Eodwine. Eodwine had never asked, and so Léof had never lied, but it still didn’t feel quite right. The story would have to come out eventually; why had he never thought to explain? The answer came to him immediately: the opportunity had never really come. That first week he had been so concerned with adjusting himself and proving himself that the thought of actually talking to Eodwine had never really crossed his mind, and after that, half the hall had been gone in the search for Linduial. And now there was no time. Léof quailed at the thought of everyone hearing his tale; he wanted this to be between himself and those few he chose to tell or who ought to know. And Gárwine – how would it be for him to hear it like that that Léof had not only not told him the truth, but lied to him – or at least led him to believe something other than the truth? You messed it up pretty well this time, he told himself as he took his place. And now he had no idea what he ought to do, or what he would do.

05-22-2006, 09:42 PM	#2
Alcarillo Shadow of the Past Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Minas Mor-go Posts: 1,007	The past three weeks, Gárwine had remained at the mead hall while the others had left to rescue Linduial. He was disappointed not to join them on their adventure, but Lord Eodwine's decision was sound: the mead hall needed a good guard to stand at watch while the lord was away. But still, Garwine couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and jealousy when Linduial's rescuers had triumphantly returned to the mead hall. But staying at the mead hall did let Gárwine watch Náin begin his work on Falco's statue. And Lys was recovering from his injuries. Manawyth had gotten himself into some sort of trouble with the law, as Gárwine had expected would eventually happen. Gárwine woke up that morning with Eodwine's court on his mind. Today was the first day Lord Eodwine would hold his court, and people from all across the Middle Emnet would soon be arriving with their complaints and requests. Gárwine was most eager to see Manawyth's trial. The Dunlending had stolen a horse during the fair and had been caught by a Rider of the Mark. It's about time he was caught for something, Gárwine thought as he climbed out of bed, I knew Lord Eodwine had made a mistake letting him dwell here ever since I first laid eyes on the waelsman. Gárwine now started dressing in his finest clothes. The Dunlending will finally get what he's been asking for today. Gárwine reached under his bed to retrieve his chain-mail and helm. It was of poor quality, but Gárwine threw a green cloak around his shoulders to hide his armor's imperfections. He buckled his sword belt and reached for his shield leaning against the wall. Gárwine examined it in his hands and frowned. The green paint on his shield was chipped and flaking. He would just have to deal with it. There was no time for him to go find green paint, wherever it might've been hidden in the mead hall. He sighed and left his room, pulling his cloak around his arm to hide a particularly bare patch on the shield. It was no use, so he just let the cloak drop. What am I, one of the Queen's Men? He entered the Great Hall and took his place. He stood where he wouldn't gain too many looks, but just enough to remind people that this Eorl had manpower should anything get out of hand. Gárwine could see through the open doors that people already had gathered in the courtyard, eager to get to the Eorl first. He craned his neck to see if Manawyth was in the crowd. What a sight it would be to see Manawyth bound and begging for mercy before Lord Eodwine's throne!