Esgallhugwen shifted slightly on the stool her bow clad once more to her back. She sipped on the cider, grey eyes sparkling in the dark of her hood as Lira told her story once more to Reynion as she had to her the other night.
They both hailed from Greenwood, but had to go away for one reason or another. Esgallhugwen had never been outside her own village before treachery came about in that land. She clenched her teeth slamming back the rest of the cider.
Esgallhugwen would not succumb to the emotion again, especially in such company of Hobbits, Dwarves, Men, and other Elves.
Why do you continue to plague me foul dreams... have I not suffered enough with the reality of it! Is there still vengence to be sought? I think not, all perished that night, am I to be like the Rangers who remain hidden in shadows but deal out justice to the orc kind?
She actually smiled slightly at the thought of it, that was the life she perhaps should take ... and maybe she could bring Lira a sense of adventure. Esgallhugwen sat silent between the two Elves, listening intently to the sounds around her.
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