[Ransom]

Ransom shifted his armored body slightly, trying to capture a final moment of rest. Bright lights played across his eyelids, finally dispelling any last vestige of sleep. He stood and stretched, observing with some interest Elanor placing her scrying crystals into a small pocketbag while she talked to Elwyn. Scrying crystals were by no means rare, but the actual skill of using one was rare.

He knelt back down and bowed his head, quietly speaking the Litany of Preparation.

May the Valar turn their faces to their servants.
May they head our prayers.
May the One bless us through the day.
May Mandos protect our soul.
May Lorien guard our dreams.
May Nienna comfort us.
May Vaire guide our fate.
May the Valar guard us through the day.

Rising to his feet, he began to sheath his sword before he remembered his dreams. They had been clearer than ever before. Ransom glanced at the witch through his helm. One friendly witch, after spending one night below his quarters, had informed him that he projected his dreams like a shouting madman. Had her magic affected his memories? Most of all, had she discovered or overheard anything?

[ October 06, 2002: Message edited by: Ransom ]