On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony)

[VanimaEdhel]

Estelarion and Menelduliniel went to their room. Menelduliniel layed on her bed, and immediately let her mind wander elsewhere, in her Elvish sleep.

Estelarion sat on his bed, reading Menelduliniel's book by candlelight. He had nothing else to do, and he did not feel like resting. Menelduliniel's book was the tale of the history of Beren and Luthien. Estelarion usually did not like love stories at all: he preferred battles and fighting, but: he was not at all tired and there was nothing else to do. Oh: and he still hurt. That was the main reason: he could not get his mind off of how much his ribs hurt. He read the book for a while, then, thoroughly disgusted with it, he threw it over on top of Menelduliniel's bag, and just sat, watching her rest, until he felt well enough to lay back himself and rest until they should be needed...