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Old 05-09-2006, 02:19 PM   #3
Folwren
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Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.
Deren was the last person to follow the Queen from the yard and start back towards Meduseld. His eyes and attention rested on Haleth who still stood besides the Eorl. He knew at once that he wanted to join in the search with Haleth, but orders, said or unsaid, were orders, and he remained mute and motionless as the Queen swept by him without a glance or word, and probably not a second thought. He turned and followed her and the rest of the guard out.

The people in the streets made way for them with wide, ogling eyes. Deren was used to it, he had been part of the Queen's escort a number of times. At first he had marveled almost as much as the people themselves, though for a different reason, but now, he simply walked on without thought on the matter. It still struck him occasionally, but this was not one of those occasions. His mind was otherwise engaged.

They reached the stone stairs leading up to the Golden Hall and there Deren stopped. He halted at the lower step and stood at attention until the Queen had disappeared into the building. The men who were part of the escort still standing outside immediately fell at ease and two turned and began to talk to each other. Deren looked around him, his hard jaw clamped shut tightly as he thought.

What he wanted to do was go right back to the mead hall and tell Haleth, his commander and leader, that he wished to follow him wherever he went in this mission. What he had to do in order to do that he wasn’t quite sure. On a normal bases, he would go to Haleth for permission to leave Meduseld, but now Haleth was where he wanted to be, and someone else was in charge of him. He could report to the head of the guard. He would at least know who to ask leave of if he couldn’t give it himself. That seemed the best thing to do.

Without further debate with himself, he turned and bounded up the stairs two steps at a time. There was not much searching to be done before he found the man he looked for. Deren presented his case before him and received permission to go and without further delay he went.

This time as he passed through the streets, people did not make quite so much way for him as before. He was alone and mostly unnoticed, though a few did send him questioning glances as he rushed on through the streets. In five minutes of hasty walking he came once again the mead hall, he halted in the yard and glanced about. There were one or two people still out there, speaking in hushed voices, but the Eorl and Haleth were no longer there. He figured they had gone inside. There would be no reason to go anywhere else at the time, he figured. It was pointless to search for her among the merry makers.

Without speaking to anyone therefore, he went towards the dismantled building and entered. Inside, Haleth and the Eorl stood by a table. The young woman and young man that had been there earlier stood there, too. He approached silently from behind his two seniors and then stopped, several paces back, until he was noticed and addressed, or until the conversation stopped and he could make his presence known without interfering.
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