To Rescue Celebrian - RPG

[the real findorfin]

Fingil has remained silent throughout, as suggestions flooded the conversation. He listened to each argument, hearing the positive and negative points of each, ever quiet. He was used to the silence, long years of quiet learning had seen to that. As the talk of the West Gate and Eregion began, his mind wandered to his mental picture of the once grand settlement, and to the Gwaith-i-Mirdain and the Rings of Power, oh to live there in those times.

"...we will take the High Pass and travel south on the east side of the Misty Mountains," Elladan spoke, finally.

"Oh well," thought Fingil, there will be no chance now. He resigned his longings to the back of his mind. He leant back, quite happy to let the leaders take control of their path. He was there to rescue Celebrian, but he was no master of stealth east of the mountains. Wherever Elladan and Elrohir decided to go, he would follow.

He felt suddenly useless, what had he done so far? But at least he was not the only silent one, Vanimorén seemed to be very quiet too. He mentally promised himself to make sure he was needed once they got on the road, he would not be seen as baggage. His skills, which were honed to the northlands of Eriador, would now come to the test in the East and under the ground, in the terrible dens of the orcs. He would make a difference, he would!