The Hills of Evendim RPG

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Finëwen sat up on the bed, sleep would not come easy to her. There was something nagging in the back of her mind; she sensed something indescribable. But then simply shook her head, trying to make the nagging feeling go away.

She took a handful of the now cold water on the table and washed it over her face. Yet, there was still a nagging feeling.Thinking that the fresh air would do her better, she decided to go the stables, and check on the stallion. Taking her bag with her, she left the room.

At the stables, the stallion seemed fine, yet the nagging feeling remained with Finëwen. She fed him an apple; he whinnied in reply, and then Finëwen left to go sit in the Inn's courtyard.

The moon was bright in the sky, shining down upon Finëwen, and anyone else outside. She sat under an oak tree, and set her bag down against her leg. She took out a few letters, reading them over and over again, her eyes tracing back and forth on the paper. Letters she would never throw away.

She sat, starring up at the stars. Her mind wandered, thinking of all the different places she had been and what she pictured of the ones she hadn't. She had a different feeling in her now; it felt a bit more of contentness. She came back down to earth, and quickly put the letters away, not to be damaged by the humidity in the night air. Finëwen now focused her mind on her surrondings.