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Nerindel · 10-03-2003, 06:20 PM

Léspheria

Léspheria listened thoughtfully as the Ranger named Rauthain told of his findings, she continued to listen to the stream of ideas passing before her by the four rangers and as Rauthain rose to go light his pipe Lespheria noticed she had been fingered the small carving of the swan that had been in Vanwe's pouch and now as she looked at it she saw the love and care that had gone into the intricate piece, as she traced the finely carved lines her thoughts drifted back to Naiore and the farm houses, she had not sensed Vanwe and this bothered her somewhat, but she was not yet willing to believe that Naiore had disposed of her daughter so soon, she would break the young elf's spirit before killing her, it was her way... Menecin, her Mother and perhaps even Kaldir were proof of this.

Her hand went to the length of braided leather, which was tangled with Naiores soft golden hair, Léspheria recalled the night that Vanwe had opened up to her and disclosed that she ran away from a people who feared and hated her, she had told her a little about the hardship she had faced, forced to live with people who reviled her, in the harsh Haradian waste. looking at the leather the full extent of Vanwe's hardship came to her, how ironic it now seemed that Naiore's hair should be bound to Vanwe's own reminder of that hardship, one placed on her by her own mother!

Carefully she put the swan and the braided leather back into the pouch, replacing also the small belt knife, the carrot and the 3 copper coins, she carefully closed it. As she tied it to her own belt she used her senses to see if she could locate Vanwe, she pushed tentively not wishing to brush Naiore's mind,she felt sudden frustration at not being able to locate the young elf, but as she was about to give up she suddenly sensed a weak, confused and fearful mind, she pushed a little harder to be sure. "Vanwe is still alive, but is confused and frightened!" she said raising her head to look at the others, "I have sensed her, it was brief , but she is still in Bree."

Léspheria was suddenly conscious of the patrons of the inn staring at her, and her sharp elven hearing caught some of their words... "Tis an elf I tells ye" "What does it want here, thought all their kind left these lands?" she heard two men by the bar whisper, "Aye they have adventures, an' fight great battles, they say!" "Aye! but they all left after the war,why do you suppose she's 'ere and with those rangers an all!" a table of hobbits whispered.

She had made a mistake in lowering her hood,not many elves entered bree, if any at all and now all would know that an elf had passed through the inn this night, she silently cursed herself for her lack of cautiousness.

"We should search the farm houses and soon!" she whispered to Amandur, eager to get away from the staring eyes.

[ October 04, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

10-03-2003, 06:20 PM	#78
Nerindel Spirited Weaver of Fates Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In an endless sea of dreams! Posts: 827	Léspheria Léspheria listened thoughtfully as the Ranger named Rauthain told of his findings, she continued to listen to the stream of ideas passing before her by the four rangers and as Rauthain rose to go light his pipe Lespheria noticed she had been fingered the small carving of the swan that had been in Vanwe's pouch and now as she looked at it she saw the love and care that had gone into the intricate piece, as she traced the finely carved lines her thoughts drifted back to Naiore and the farm houses, she had not sensed Vanwe and this bothered her somewhat, but she was not yet willing to believe that Naiore had disposed of her daughter so soon, she would break the young elf's spirit before killing her, it was her way... Menecin, her Mother and perhaps even Kaldir were proof of this. Her hand went to the length of braided leather, which was tangled with Naiores soft golden hair, Léspheria recalled the night that Vanwe had opened up to her and disclosed that she ran away from a people who feared and hated her, she had told her a little about the hardship she had faced, forced to live with people who reviled her, in the harsh Haradian waste. looking at the leather the full extent of Vanwe's hardship came to her, how ironic it now seemed that Naiore's hair should be bound to Vanwe's own reminder of that hardship, one placed on her by her own mother! Carefully she put the swan and the braided leather back into the pouch, replacing also the small belt knife, the carrot and the 3 copper coins, she carefully closed it. As she tied it to her own belt she used her senses to see if she could locate Vanwe, she pushed tentively not wishing to brush Naiore's mind,she felt sudden frustration at not being able to locate the young elf, but as she was about to give up she suddenly sensed a weak, confused and fearful mind, she pushed a little harder to be sure. "Vanwe is still alive, but is confused and frightened!" she said raising her head to look at the others, "I have sensed her, it was brief , but she is still in Bree." Léspheria was suddenly conscious of the patrons of the inn staring at her, and her sharp elven hearing caught some of their words... "Tis an elf I tells ye" "What does it want here, thought all their kind left these lands?" she heard two men by the bar whisper, "Aye they have adventures, an' fight great battles, they say!" "Aye! but they all left after the war,why do you suppose she's 'ere and with those rangers an all!" a table of hobbits whispered. She had made a mistake in lowering her hood,not many elves entered bree, if any at all and now all would know that an elf had passed through the inn this night, she silently cursed herself for her lack of cautiousness. "We should search the farm houses and soon!" she whispered to Amandur, eager to get away from the staring eyes. [ October 04, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ] __________________ "Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.