Chapter 6: Meeting Again
I don't own LoTR.
"Lyt! Lyt, are you deaf?" Fastere asked me. I sputtered an acknowledgement. I turned to look behind me as I nodded. He smirked.
"What? Is there anything you need or are you just being an ass?" I replied.
"Thinking about someone in particular?" he taunted. I could feel my eyes go red. Fastere sped up to catch up with Dan. I rolled my eyes before continuing to look around.
The sun was setting and soon it would be hard to see anything. We had been traveling for a good while. I hoped we would have a small break before continuing. I rubbed Snawfyr's neck as he trotted on. It seemed that those in higher authority shared my feeling of hunger as we soon halted. It wasn't long before food began being prepared. I slid off Snawfyr with a groan. My legs were stiff underneath me from the riding. I took one foot in my hand and stood for a moment, balancing on the other. Repeating the same process with the other, I stood around before something, or someone, caught my eye.
"Windfola! How good to see you again!" I exclaimed as I jogged forward. She looked up and our eyes met and waved a greeting. Our relationship had improved since we met a year and a half ago.
She sat alone next to a fire. I came up and dropped down next to her with a thud and a wince.
"I see you're still as injury prone as you were last we met Lytwig." She said to me.
"Your words, they wound me so!" I quietly exclaimed as I placed both hands over my heart in mock hurt. She laughed at the immaturity I was showing.
"You're very welcome." She replied. We fell into a comfortable silence. The sun was speedily making its way down to hide behind the trees. Before long I stood up. I walked to where Snawfyr stood. Unpacking the bedroll I carried it over to the fire. Windfola had gotten her own and had already set it up. I placed mine on the other side of the fire. It was a nice night, not so cold that we'd be freezing in our beds but not so hot that everyone would abandon the thought of covering up to save themselves from sweating an ocean. As everyone began settling down for the night, I made sure to place my dagger near my hand where it would be easily accessible.
I soon laid down and shifted around to find a comfortable position before letting out a surprised and pained yelp.
"What? Are you okay?" she asked me.
"There's a stone under my bedroll."
