I scuttled ahead of Isilindil, brushing noiselessly against the ground with my feet. I listened, then beckoned her forwards.
"Looks like someone was here for the night - I see footprints, and the area has been disturbed -look!" I pointed at an area of bush which had been broken, as though someone had stumbled through clumsily, or been hauled away.
"I agree" Isilindil brushed past me, and scouted out the area. We had been sent ahead by Olorin, attempting to find Brundt. We had followed his trail this far, Isilindil, Ranewan, Olorin and I, and we felt pretty close to wherever he was now.
"Do you think he's here, or near?" I asked. I felt my heartbeat quicken at the thought that we might find him now. I had thought of little else, I was so worried - even though I didn't know him very well, I felt a strange affinity inside for the silent man I had met in the woods.
"I don't know. We should probably go back and alert Olorin and Ranewan to this area."
"Hmm..." I looked around, and eventually my eyes alit upon an area of ground, which was turned up, and a bit muddier than the rest "Hold on..."
Walking over, I found that a scrap of what looked like fabric had been left behind, evidently torn off in a struggle of some kind...
"Look!" I gasped
"What? A clue?" Isilindil leapt to my side
"Isn't this the colour of Brundt's cloak?!"
"Maybe... we should take it back to Olorin and Ranewan anyways. Come on, Ruby, we should go back."
I gazed longingly at the ground, willing it to show some invisible clue, or to offer up Brundt safe and secure back to us.
But that was not to happen. Just another day of fruitlessly searching. Again. Tirellesly we had combed through the path we had taken, never leaving a stone unturned.
"Take heart - this is the best clue we've had yet. We might yet find him." Isilindil, encouraging and hopeful as ever, always had somehting to say to make me feel better of a situation. I smiled at her, and tucked the scrap of fabric into my pocket.
"I hope you're right."
And we set back to find Olorin and Ranewan, and let them know of our knew clue.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Letter from a Stranger
Brundt warily looked around him, he was surrounded on all sides by a damp green moss wall dripping black ooze. Looking up Brundt's eye's meet brambles and thorns thick enough as to make seeing outside impossible. Three small holes in the brambles overhead cast small brave streams of light which danced about in conceit.
Brundt leaned forward quickly as the space began to grow contract with sudden force. Although he was not aware of it at the time, it wasn't the space that was contracting but rather he was growing.
A silver plate spotted with blue mold fuzz was pushed through a small opening in the wall which quickly closed upon the plate's back. Upon the plate was a small note, written in an elegant hand which was spotted here and there with dirt and crimson lines.
"I hope you do not mind your present accommodations. I cannot tell you who I am for it would put both of us in danger. Friends will turn to foe when blood relations are learned. I know what you seek. Parentage unknown. Know this-that your mother perished long ago from a broken heart. A mortal's eventual pain cannot be changed although it can be brought to pass quicker by those of us who believe it is better.
- forever yours"
~
Isilindil Telperien
Brundt leaned forward quickly as the space began to grow contract with sudden force. Although he was not aware of it at the time, it wasn't the space that was contracting but rather he was growing.
A silver plate spotted with blue mold fuzz was pushed through a small opening in the wall which quickly closed upon the plate's back. Upon the plate was a small note, written in an elegant hand which was spotted here and there with dirt and crimson lines.
"I hope you do not mind your present accommodations. I cannot tell you who I am for it would put both of us in danger. Friends will turn to foe when blood relations are learned. I know what you seek. Parentage unknown. Know this-that your mother perished long ago from a broken heart. A mortal's eventual pain cannot be changed although it can be brought to pass quicker by those of us who believe it is better.
- forever yours"
~
Isilindil Telperien
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Weary Feet and Wandering Hearts
Trudge. Trudge. Trudge.
I dragged my feet another mile. Another mile again. I stopped.
Olorin was in front of me, his cloak disguising his bowed back and weary feet - or maybe he was just drawing on an invisible source of energy.
Olorin had closed the discussions with Merewan three days ago - giving Brundt's kidnapper's three days head start. We had set off immediately, following some trail only he seemed to know.
At the moment, Ranewan and Isilindil were scouting ahead, searching for a place to spend the night - we had been walking since we set off. Elves have high endurance, and what ever Olorin was, so did he. I was just a walking corpse by now though, every step carving another notch into my bones.
Finally, we stopped.
Too tired to greet Ranewan or Isilindil, I cast myself down by the fire immediately, not bothering to eat.
That night, I dreamt of an old man with a nose like Brundt's. He was muttering by the fire, watching me. He stood up, and walked towards me, and stroked me hair. In my ear, he whispered:
"Are you coming? I might be gone before you arrive..."
And then he walked off in between the trees. I called after him, and ran, but there was no one there. Then the trees moved, and turned into orcs, real ones like uncle Sam used to tell about - hulking and scary.
I screamed, and woke myself up.
"Olorin! Olorin!" I screamed "What if Brundt dies before we rescue him?"
"Shh... my dear hobbit, leave all the worry to me..." and I fell asleep promptly.
I had not dreamt like that for three years - my uncle Sam used to say that when I was asleep my heart would wander and visit those I worried about. Huh. He might just be right.
-Ruby Burrows
I dragged my feet another mile. Another mile again. I stopped.
Olorin was in front of me, his cloak disguising his bowed back and weary feet - or maybe he was just drawing on an invisible source of energy.
Olorin had closed the discussions with Merewan three days ago - giving Brundt's kidnapper's three days head start. We had set off immediately, following some trail only he seemed to know.
At the moment, Ranewan and Isilindil were scouting ahead, searching for a place to spend the night - we had been walking since we set off. Elves have high endurance, and what ever Olorin was, so did he. I was just a walking corpse by now though, every step carving another notch into my bones.
Finally, we stopped.
Too tired to greet Ranewan or Isilindil, I cast myself down by the fire immediately, not bothering to eat.
That night, I dreamt of an old man with a nose like Brundt's. He was muttering by the fire, watching me. He stood up, and walked towards me, and stroked me hair. In my ear, he whispered:
"Are you coming? I might be gone before you arrive..."
And then he walked off in between the trees. I called after him, and ran, but there was no one there. Then the trees moved, and turned into orcs, real ones like uncle Sam used to tell about - hulking and scary.
I screamed, and woke myself up.
"Olorin! Olorin!" I screamed "What if Brundt dies before we rescue him?"
"Shh... my dear hobbit, leave all the worry to me..." and I fell asleep promptly.
I had not dreamt like that for three years - my uncle Sam used to say that when I was asleep my heart would wander and visit those I worried about. Huh. He might just be right.
-Ruby Burrows
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Of Trials and Tribulations
"We have her!" A graceful elf stepped through the archway delicately, addressing Isilindil.
"Merewan?" I questioned. These elves always thought you knew exactly what they were talking about!
"Yes. We have taken her to be questioned, and she seems to want words with you two." The corners of his mouth twitched.
We had arrived at Rivendell late two night before, tired and footsore. Brundt had embraced us wholeheartedly - it seems he had worried about us dreadfully, for leaving us behind. Olorin gave his cursory greeting - with riddles and word tricks, but I felt safer to see him. He has a very calming presence, like the sea. Ranewan had embraced Isilindil, I think that there might be something between them from the way that he was so relieved to see her (and by extent, me) safe from harm.
The elves had treated our feet and laid us to rest like children, and we had awoken the next day to birdsong and flute music.
We had quickly shown Olorin what we had with us the night we got back, and we had held a council with the elves as soon as we had slept, explaining what a Muted was. We had treated the Muted's wounds and given it food. It didn't seem to be angry, more upset and disgruntled. Another sign of their changing.
Now it seemed that we were to pay the repercussions for Merewan's betrayal.
"Isilindil?" My voice was timid and tired.
"Yes?"
"Do you think Olorin will be angry? And what will we do about Merewan?"
"I'm sure that Olorin will be able to placate her, Ruby. And I think Olorin has a clue about this plague that has struck nature. He seems to be keeping something from the elves, untill he can meet with us."
"Will we be going off with Brundt and Ranewan again?" I smiled. Even though the adventure would be fraught with dangers, I would enjoy their company.
"Perhaps." Isilindil strode ahead now, making her way towards Olorin, who had appeared in the door. His forehead was wrinkled with worry.
"What is it?" Something had to be wrong, for Olorin to look so doubtful.
"It's Brundt" Olorin started and then stopped "He's been kidnapped."
-Ruby Burrows
"Merewan?" I questioned. These elves always thought you knew exactly what they were talking about!
"Yes. We have taken her to be questioned, and she seems to want words with you two." The corners of his mouth twitched.
We had arrived at Rivendell late two night before, tired and footsore. Brundt had embraced us wholeheartedly - it seems he had worried about us dreadfully, for leaving us behind. Olorin gave his cursory greeting - with riddles and word tricks, but I felt safer to see him. He has a very calming presence, like the sea. Ranewan had embraced Isilindil, I think that there might be something between them from the way that he was so relieved to see her (and by extent, me) safe from harm.
The elves had treated our feet and laid us to rest like children, and we had awoken the next day to birdsong and flute music.
We had quickly shown Olorin what we had with us the night we got back, and we had held a council with the elves as soon as we had slept, explaining what a Muted was. We had treated the Muted's wounds and given it food. It didn't seem to be angry, more upset and disgruntled. Another sign of their changing.
Now it seemed that we were to pay the repercussions for Merewan's betrayal.
"Isilindil?" My voice was timid and tired.
"Yes?"
"Do you think Olorin will be angry? And what will we do about Merewan?"
"I'm sure that Olorin will be able to placate her, Ruby. And I think Olorin has a clue about this plague that has struck nature. He seems to be keeping something from the elves, untill he can meet with us."
"Will we be going off with Brundt and Ranewan again?" I smiled. Even though the adventure would be fraught with dangers, I would enjoy their company.
"Perhaps." Isilindil strode ahead now, making her way towards Olorin, who had appeared in the door. His forehead was wrinkled with worry.
"What is it?" Something had to be wrong, for Olorin to look so doubtful.
"It's Brundt" Olorin started and then stopped "He's been kidnapped."
-Ruby Burrows
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