Before Laurel could say a word, she heard an almighty noise from the bushes. Coming out wet and bedraggled was Jesslyn Stone, obviously thrown off her brothers steed. A small smile crept on Laurel's face, but she shrugged it away. A soft chuckle came from behind her 'She should be more careful'
'I suppose' Laurel turned to smile at the Rohirrim, a great grin on his face 'That horse was most certainly out of her skill'
She sat down next to him and he offered her a mug of ale. Accepting, she spoke after a silence 'What are ye expecting from our journey?'
'An adventure' Herebrand said with a smile before turning more steadily to her 'And to stop another War of course' She nodded and turned her face to the fire.
'Tell me more about Swan Wood' he asked
Their conversation ran long that night, and she told him all she could of the place she had lived in for so long.
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