The Fellowship of the Fourth Age (Part 1): A New Beginning RPG

[Folwren]

All was dark and still. The hour was just before dawn. The party of scouts had left a little while ago, and all of camp was silent and seemed to be asleep. For a while, Athwen passed like a wraith from one patient to the next, but at last she, too, stopped her restless stirring and sat down next to Dorran. With her back to a rock, and her hand lying on Dorran’s hand, she fell asleep.

She woke again to the sound of rumbling wheels and the clopping of trotting hooves. She stirred and lifted her head. The last few stars were burning out as light from the rising sun climbed higher and higher into the sky. A cold, grey dawn was breaking, and a gentle, chilling wind began to sweep the plain.

Athwen looked around herself, taking note of the wounded around her. They were all sleeping peacefully it appeared. Dorran had moved in his sleep, evidently, and folded her hand between his two. She smiled, and gently pulled free so that she could stand and go see what was coming.

She went to her bags and picked up her traveling cloak. Putting this around herself and drawing it close, she started out, away from the grove of rocks, and towards the open plain to where the wagon must have stopped.

She came out into the open and made her way carefully down the slight slope. Where the ground became level again, a wagon had indeed stopped. Two horses stood harnessed to it, looking glad for the rest. On the seat, still holding the reins, sat Beloan. Athwen didn’t really know him, but she figured there was some reason for him to have come back. She approached and stood beside the wagon, looking up at him.

“Good morning, friend,” she said, “how is the scouting party going? What have you returned for?”