[Ainaserkewen]

Dalomy cuddled under her quilt.

"A thousand thank yous." She said quietly. She sipped her drink and with it gained new energy.

"My name is Dalomy, I am a traveler from the north." She reached for her bag that had been taken off and put in a corner. A hobbit ran and fetched it. Inside she found her brother's letter and read it aloud to them and after reading it she could sit up under her own power again.

"Dônevel is my brother. I search for him."
She said with more strength.
"Have you seen him? He is 19 years of age, dark hair and tall." she asked hopefully, but all heads frowned no.
"I didn't think he would come this way." she said wistfully, and went into silent thought for a moment.

"Tell us your story miss!" said one of her caretakers.

"My story? I don't have a story...well, now...I guess I do." She took a long draught from her mug.
"Like I have already told you, I come from the north, from a small village where myself, my mother and Dônevel lived peacefully. But my brother was a unrest and lusted for the wide world. My mother forbade him to leave, him being so young. But 4 months ago, we found this letter and my brother gone. My mother, despite his letter weeped for days until sending me out to find him. I have been searching ever since." She bowed her head remembering the toil of her journey.

"I've never been out of my village before and had no intention to go. I my heart is stilled for the moment."

"Where is your father?" someone asked, putting their hand on her shoulder.

"Dead, as are my two older brothers. Killed by wolves, or orcs or trolls in the wild.
For I am of the race of the Dunedain and my father and brothers were aides in the fight against the dark powers. It was a noble death." A tear rolled down her cheek.

"If I could," she asked wiping the tear away.
"A kettle a hot water to bathe my wound? And a room, I shall rest for a few days and hope the infection leaves me."

All noticed the gash on her arm, she told them of the wolf who gave it too her.

"You are very brave to look for your brother by yourself."

Dalomy shook her head.
"I do not search for my brother now, I search for the leader of the Dunedain, for my brother seeks him."

"Of course, of course." They helped her to her feet and a hobbit with a lattern led her to a room close to the common room, encase she needed anything.

"Thank you again." Dalomy said again. She asked not be troubled for three days, as she needed only rest and a plate of food set quietly by her bed three times a day.

The hobbit closed the door and went back to the group.

[ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: Ainaserkewen ]