The Hills of Evendim RPG

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Finëwen picked at the food. She listened to the two hobbits who seemed to argue over it. It wasn't the best, but its better than nothing. Finëwen herself wasnt too fond of eating. She had to eat, of course, but she didn't eat a lot, never taking more that her share, and only ate enough on her plate not to be rude. In this case, it wasnt rudeness, she just didnt want to be wasteful. She sighed and took another bite.

There was another nagging feeling in the back of her mind, as it there was before. It seemed to be growing worse. Rubbing the back of her neck, she tried to make it go away. It still didnt help. She sighed, taking another bite of the food, and tried to ignore the feeling.

Feeling she was not hungry, she put the food away in her own bag, she might eat it later, or find some other use of it. Walking over to her stallion, she petted him and sat down against the tree next to him. She couldnt do much with the nagging feeling.