This story carries on from Stable Girl: Uruk-hai and Nightmares.
Thank you to everyone who read Stable Girl: Uruk-hai and Nightmares. Also a big hug to everyone who reviewed it too. Hope you enjoy this new one!
I've got a lot of work right now so it'll take me a while to update so I'm sorry in advance.
"Edoras is beautiful in winter I'm told." The elderly woman watched, waiting for a response from the new arrival with curiosity. "It is." Morwen didn't move from the spot, she didn't even turn her head to acknowledge the woman's comment. I have seen more beautiful things then a sheet of snow on the Golden hall. Her eyes were narrowed and solemn as her lone figure. She hadn't attempted to make friends; she didn't have any good reason to be sociable. Bringing her eyes up from the ground, she looked over at the river as the gusts of winds sent ripples across the otherwise peaceful water's surface. Snow was falling and there was icy puddles scattered over the muddy road in front of the houses. Wrapping her arms around herself tightly, Morwen stepped out of the doorway and out onto the road, walking towards the small stables beside a fenced off training paddock. When she reached the door of the stables and looked in she froze, the sight of the colts calmly resting reminding her of things not so long passed. Turning away sharply, she quickly headed anywhere but there, anywhere but the memories.
"She's a strange one, that Morwen." The old woman watched the young maiden as she fled from the stable entrance. Closing the door, she turned to her husband as he kindled the flames in the fireplace. "They say she used to be the best stable hand at Edoras." Turning his attention up from his job he looked at his inquisitive wife questioningly. "Have you been gossiping with the seamstress again?" rolling her eyes away coyly and twiddling her fingers with the seam of her sleeves, she smiled and walked over to the table. "I don't know what you mean." Standing himself up straight him put his hands on his hip and tilted his head with an eyebrow raised, waiting for a confession. "Well, maybe just a little. But she is staying with us. I like to know about somebody when they're staying under my roof." She folded her arms and tried to look serious, hardly convincing herself yet alone her husband. "She is Ceorl's tutor and that's good enough for me. She's taught that boy to keep his head on his shoulders, and not in dream." Both sitting down at the table for supper, they looked at each other then at the empty place set for they ever dreaming son. Sighing and rolling their eyes; knowing his probably off telling fairytales to the other children of the village, they decided they were too hungry to wait so they dug in. Both were silent while they ate, contemplating over they mysterious long term guest.