(Parody of The Bangles: Manic Monday)
Story by: Doviel
(Just under 900 words) – response for Legendarium Ladies April: General Prompt: “Estel Anim”
After the Elf-lord, Finrod, had departed, she sat in silent thought. Tears welled and fell unheeded. Somehow, she knew in her heart, she would never see Aegnor again. She wiped her face. He was lost to her and his brother had all but spoken his farewells. He would ever strive in combat against an impossible foe, and she would wither as she waited. They would not meet again.
Darkness was coming down quickly. The walls of Bree had come into view as we’d crested a hill a few hours earlier, and I expected us to arrive just before nightfall, but there was an odd chill in the air, and the sky turned purple earlier than I expected, as if autumn had advanced more here than in other places.
I set off on Dagoras’ tasks the next morning. Thankfully, the rain from the day before continued to fall, and it would help mask the sound of my tramping through underbrush and throw predators off my scent. The wisdom of nature abounds, and I believe it aids those who serve it and others with noble purpose.
Deathwulf watched the shadowy figure as it made its way through the trees, heading towards the Great River, also called the Anduin. All during the long walk, the shadowy figure would stop and check on its injured wing, all the while muttering to itself. And all along the way, the warg watched and waited patiently, knowing his time would come as well. When it did, Deathwulf knew he could easily kill the shadowy figure, but he also knew that one small step of over-confidence could be his downfall, as well. Along the trek, he randomly checked to see if there was anything tracking him, but it always turned up empty. He didn’t know if the shadowy figure knew that Deathwulf was tracking it, but it didn’t seem to care. It continued in its general direction and occasionally checked its wing.