Long Lost Leaves

[orithil]

"Morining Borin!" Hedrim replied "did you sleep well?"

[Acalewia]

Aelfwine finally caught up with Ellysa just as she blurted out her so called curse. Why would she think her visions a curse? It was a blessing!
"Why would we hate you, Ellysa?" she asked. Either the woman hadn't heard over the elven voices or hadn't realized Aelfwine had spoken. She walked on the other side of Nami as she spoke of her first encounter with Gandalf. The story had Aelfwine laughing so hard she found it diffecult to breathe.
"That would have been quite the thing to see," She managed to say. "Once you meet Gandalf, you never do forget him," she added.

[Ingwe]

"Good evening, Radagast, Hedrim, Nami, Aelfwine, Borin, Abasi, Elyssa, Tabrîl, Quickleaf, Haldis, and all our free folk, and most of all to you A'mael. 'Tis a good evening, is it not?" Ingwionis had woken from a nice 'nap' and was in a more pleasant mood than usual. He had begun to see that the company, despite its moments, had begun to come together, and just as he had wanted to see.

[orithil]

Hedrim looked around and yelled back "Morning Ingwionis, tis a fine morning!"

[Earniel]

It was a while before Radagast made it back to the camp, breathing hard, his face red from excertion and rubbing his aching sides. He was relieved to see Ellysa had been caught by the others, and by the smile on her face Radagast could see her fears had been laid to rest - for now.

If only she hadn't taken off so suddenly after she had told him about her visions. But he had hardly had the time to say something reassuring before she had run off like a frightened deer. It could have spared him a long run too. She had been surprisingly fast and Radagast, unsurprisingly slow, had not been able to caught up with her before.

That is twice now today his companions had pushed him to a mad run, he hoped that would do for a while now. He wasn't 20 anymore, had never been 20 and he never had liked running even as Aiwendil in Valinor. Besides, chasing after young girls was really not one of his duties. What would the other wizards have said of such a thing, if any had remained to witness it?

"Well," he said slowly, as he entered the camp. "That was all the drama for today, I hope."

[Coffeehouse]

Quickleaf went across the camp and sat down to refine the arrows he'd been making.
The campfire has just been lit up and a fresh stock of pinewood was burning brightly. The sun was soon setting and all around crickets and other nightly creatures were filling the air with chirping and singing.

With the moon beginning its ascent it was as if an entire chorus of crickets was holding an evening concert across what to them appeared to be a vast space of earth, grass, fire and strange beings.

[feawen]

Nami smiled at the worldly sounds, sat down at a nearby tree, which happened to be nearist to Quickleaf, dug around in a pack, pulled out a book and begain at read.

[The Sasquatch of Fangorn]

"Yes, Hedrim. I do belive I slept quite well. Even though I can't really remember what went on last night. All I remember is having a pint of ale and another and then all went dark."

[orithil]

Hedrim laughed "you have not missed out on much Borin" he looked around "night shall be upon us soon anyway"

[feawen]

Nami looked up at Quickleaf and smiled. "Goodevening Quickleaf. Do you refer to what the evening says or the book? The evening speaks of fire light, even song, the book speaks of something might the same!"

[Curufin]

Abasi looked at the two reading and raised an eyebrow, wondering why they bothered to bring such a ponderous item on a journey of this importance. Books were the domain of the seth'en and he saw no purpose for such a thing on a journey.

He looked over at Tabrîl and raised an eyebrow.

'Uwindi are strange, carrying such an item.'

[Aikanáro]

'They are,' Tabrîl agreed, looking over at him. Books were heavy, she saw no possible reason to carry one over such a distance. Even the books of the seth'in were moved only when her people as a group migrated, and nothing was left behind.

But that this elf had such an item with her, what could it mean? 'Do you think she is seth'en?' she asked Abasi in a low voice. It would be strange, yes, but uwindi were often so.

[Curufin]

Abasi frowned, looking at Nami.

'Perhaps, and yet, she fought. I can make no sense of uwindi. Perhaps you should ask her.'

[Aikanáro]

'If she fought, then she is not.' Tabrîl frowned. 'I will ask her, if you ask it of me.'

She would rather he did not. It wasn't her intention to speak with anyone but Abasi more than was absolutely necessary, she was tired of uwindi and their confusing habits.

[Curufin]

'I should like to know that answer, I think. Ask her, if you will.'

[Aikanáro]

Inwardly cursing herself for ever having asked in the first place, Tabrîl got to her feet, strode over to where Nami was sitting with Quickleaf, and addressed her, very abruptly, not affording her the courtesies she would if Nami were indeed what they suspected.

'Are you-' she paused, not knowing quite how to word this. Are you seth'en would in all likelihood mean absolutely nothing to her. 'Are you accounted one of the wise among your people, the keepers of knowledge and the Mysteries?'

There, it was asked, and Tabrîl stood still before her, awaiting answer.

[feawen]

Nami looked up and smiled as Tabril walked over to her and Quickleaf. As Tabril asked her question Nami looked slightly confused. "Wise? Me?" Nami eyes caught a glimpse of Ragarast and she though she understand Tabrils meaning. Surely she know she was not one of The Wise. Maybe she though she was like the white lady of Lorien. Nami smiled at the though of being compaired to such people. "Oh no, I am not wise in any sense of the word! Why do you ask?"

[Curufin]

'Uwindi have strange ways,' Abasi said simply, looking over at them disdainfully. To carry such things, and to read them, and to fight as well...' he hesitated. 'One would think that perhaps uwindi would do better if they tried to do one thing well than doing many things poorly.'

[Aikanáro]

Tabrîl nodded. 'I do not think they know this. No uwindi I have met ever did, not even in times past when we tried to teach them otherwise.' It was a very long time ago that Tabrîl meant, for her people had had no dealings with outsiders for many years.

'They wish to do everything, and end up with nothing,' she added disparagingly.

[Mari]

Ellysa, turned toward Aelfwine when they got back to camp.
"Uhm, do you remember you said something about learning how to ride? Would you, if you are not too busy, maybe try to teach me? I mean, it's very scary, but I don't want to be a burden to Carnehilion. Though even if I learn there will be no horses for me...
Still, I feel that I have to at least try."