Long Lost Leaves

[Curufin]

Abasi watched from a distance as the dwarf removed his axes, the Elf's eyes assessing his fighting power swiftly. Not that he foresaw any need to fight the dwarf, but it was always good to be prepared. The ax was well balanced and well made - he could see that even from a distance - but useless except in close combat. He filed that information away in his head for later.

Abasi had become a warrior - a m'had in the language of his people, when he was still young in the ways of the world; when the ancient ways were not yet ancient. When honour still meant something. It was the only life he knew, and the only life he ever desired to know.

But now, alone in the woods, he felt lost.