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Lalwendë · 03-29-2005, 07:59 AM

Since they had left for the Ered Luin, Renedwen had allowed herself to retreat into the comfort of her memories. Her only concern had been for the boys; her son had been as quiet and sleepy as ever, but Gilly was troubled. The boy was now totally alone and the loss of the Elven brothers hit him hard. Through the journey she had been forced to wrap him in her mantle as the child barely stopped weeping; when he was not crying, he seemed to gain comfort from clutching a little bag that he had been given by the brothers. She was thankful that she had a horse and could allow the beast to bear them along as her thoughts had long since flown elsewhere, the grief of the child was too much.

Now they were in the chill confines of the deserted Dwarven stronghold, she seemed to wake and her senses became keen. This was no place for survival, she could tell from the moment she stepped foot in there. It was long abandoned and like all such places seemed all the more desolate for its lack of life. Lanterns which had not been lit in many years were draped in cobwebs as thick as snowdrifts and carvings which would once have been revered for their beauty now lay thick with grime and dust. This place was cloaked in gloom, permanently hiding what it had once been; she reflected sadly that this was how her own city would look before many years had passed.

This was a place of death. Her only thought was to join the search for provisions in the hope that something might be found that could sustain the children until they could leave the place. Alert to every sound and movement, she kept the boys close and made certain the sword she had carried for so long was close to hand. She had a sensation that something ill was afoot.

Finding a resting place for a break after some time in the search, she allowed the boys to nap. She told them no stories of darkness in here, it was a dreary enough place, and she felt that monsters would be all too real an idea; instead, she gently sang while they dozed. As he slept Gilly released his tight grip on the leather bag he carried and for the first time Renedwen noticed it. It was finely made as all Elven crafted goods seemed to be, and soft. Perhaps this was why the boy found such comfort in holding it, she thought. Yet on looking inside, she found something precious. Wrapped in deep green leaves was some kind of bread which also smelled as sweet as cake. The boy had food. Quietly, she wrapped it up again, and put the bag back into his arms. The Elves must have known what would happen, she reflected, and they must have left him with something to sustain him.

03-29-2005, 07:59 AM	#131
Lalwendë A Mere Boggart Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: under the bed Posts: 4,737	Since they had left for the Ered Luin, Renedwen had allowed herself to retreat into the comfort of her memories. Her only concern had been for the boys; her son had been as quiet and sleepy as ever, but Gilly was troubled. The boy was now totally alone and the loss of the Elven brothers hit him hard. Through the journey she had been forced to wrap him in her mantle as the child barely stopped weeping; when he was not crying, he seemed to gain comfort from clutching a little bag that he had been given by the brothers. She was thankful that she had a horse and could allow the beast to bear them along as her thoughts had long since flown elsewhere, the grief of the child was too much. Now they were in the chill confines of the deserted Dwarven stronghold, she seemed to wake and her senses became keen. This was no place for survival, she could tell from the moment she stepped foot in there. It was long abandoned and like all such places seemed all the more desolate for its lack of life. Lanterns which had not been lit in many years were draped in cobwebs as thick as snowdrifts and carvings which would once have been revered for their beauty now lay thick with grime and dust. This place was cloaked in gloom, permanently hiding what it had once been; she reflected sadly that this was how her own city would look before many years had passed. This was a place of death. Her only thought was to join the search for provisions in the hope that something might be found that could sustain the children until they could leave the place. Alert to every sound and movement, she kept the boys close and made certain the sword she had carried for so long was close to hand. She had a sensation that something ill was afoot. Finding a resting place for a break after some time in the search, she allowed the boys to nap. She told them no stories of darkness in here, it was a dreary enough place, and she felt that monsters would be all too real an idea; instead, she gently sang while they dozed. As he slept Gilly released his tight grip on the leather bag he carried and for the first time Renedwen noticed it. It was finely made as all Elven crafted goods seemed to be, and soft. Perhaps this was why the boy found such comfort in holding it, she thought. Yet on looking inside, she found something precious. Wrapped in deep green leaves was some kind of bread which also smelled as sweet as cake. The boy had food. Quietly, she wrapped it up again, and put the bag back into his arms. The Elves must have known what would happen, she reflected, and they must have left him with something to sustain him.