This is for BeastBoy'sGirlFriends challenge. I wanted to do something with Gilan but was a bit unsure of what and then I found this challenge and decided to try this one-shot.
I rushed silently through the woods, flowers and leaves hitting my face. My cloak was waving in the wind camouflaging me from Halts eyes. My dagger hitting my hip as it bumped up and down. I was thinking about how amazing it would be if this chase would have been real, I had to bring a letter containing a very important report to Halts cabin before Halt caught me. I was to deep in thoughts to notice the rock in front of me, and I stumbled over it, crashing to the ground, why did I have to fall now? I asked myself as I rubbed my aching knee.
I twinged to try to get a better look at my knee and saw my trouser leg was ripped up and a stripe of blood was flowing down my leg. I stood up mentally calling myself a twit. But then I stumbled apparently not being able to stand up. I tried to melt with the shadows so Halt wouldn't see me but I was already to late.
There stood Halt with a candle in his hand a smug smile on his face. He helped me up and we walked a while in silence. I saw a fire in the distance and wondered if there was a house on fire but when I came closer I saw it was just a small bonfire.
He ordered me to sit down and inspected my leg, I wondered if with this wound he would still make me do those vile chores.
"So Gilan, you got hurt trying a stupid manoeuvre?" Halt asked sarcastically.
"But that's not how... or why. I fell..." I said trailing off.
"Well, maybe for punishment since you didn't even reach halfway you wont get dinner." Halt said.
"But Halt..." I trailed off once again.
"It's called sarcasm." he said and I knew he had just tricked me. He handed me a bowl of soup and a spoon and I ate it silently, the meal filled my empty growling stomach.
"You're as stupid as a Gallic knight." Halt said jokingly.
I smiled enjoying this trip to somewhere.
"You know Halt. I feel a bit guilty because of the death of that man, it's like I should have done something. Not like I had anything to do with it." I said quite sadly.
The look on Halts face then was unknown to me but it was as if all the wrinkles on his face, which he had few off, had been multiplied by a hundred. His face looked like the beards of those thugs and of the picture that was sketched in my head of Morgarath. I don't know how I related him to Morgarath but his face just reminded me of Morgarath. And his sombre eyes reminded me of the stone flutes. I had only heard stories about those.