My Burden
By Elven Warrior
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the plot, perhaps. The characters are not mine, save for the ones that I have created.
Chapter Four
Journey
They had only been traveling a short time when it really had begun to grow colder. The winds began to blow, and then came the rain. You could hear the wind whistle through the trees, and the sound of rain as it hit the hard, cold earth. She pulled up the hood on her cloak, and continued to follow behind the other Elf's horse.
"We had best make camp now, before the weather gets any worse. I can feel it, there is a storm brewing. Are you alright?" he asked, looking back at her.
"I am fine. Where do you intend to make camp?" she asked, curious to see what he planned on doing in a situation like this.
"If my memory serves me correctly, there is an old cave up ahead. We shall stay there," he replied.
As predicted, it began to rain harder, and they pushed onward towards shelter. The two horses trudged further through the mud, and then they spotted the cave. "This is it," said the male Elf, as he dismounted from his horse.
They tied their horses up to a tree at the side of the cave where they would be able to graze. The two tired and wet Elves made their way into the cave, which, thankfully, was nice and dry. They had found some dry wood in the back of the cave, and in a sort time they had built a rather large fire.
They both sat around the fire in silence, eating. Laidacilien was somewhat grateful, for the food, anyway. She had not eaten in a while. When you wander aimlessly around Middle Earth you run out of food quickly, and it can be a several days walk to the next town.
"Where are you from?" she said, finally breaking the silence.
"I almost forgot, we have not been formally introduced! I drag you way out here and you do not even know my name. How impolite of me! My name is Calenhad, and I hail from Mirkwood," he informed her.
"Is that where you are taking me?" she asked.
"Aye, it is. Have you ever been there before?" he asked, curious to learn more about her. "Yes, I was born there."
"Have you any family there?" he asked.
"No," she said as she looked back down at her food. All of the memories came rushing back every time she thought of her family, every time she thought of that dreadful day.
Calenhad noticed her reaction and decided to change the subject. "If you do not mind my asking, how did you end up in the vile clutches of those slave traders?" he asked.
"I was minding my own business walking down an old road, and they just showed up and grabbed me. There really wasn't anything I could do," she said.
"They are a mean bunch, if I ever did see one. I do regret that all of this has happened to you today, but I must admit I am glad I found you," he said, looking at her.
She just stared at him without reply. "I really do think you will get along quite well with My Lord. We should arrive in Mirkwood by tomorrow, and you shall meet him then. Until then, get some rest, for tomorrow you begin to lead your new life."
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the plot, perhaps. The characters are not mine, save for the ones that I have created.
Chapter Four
Journey
They had only been traveling a short time when it really had begun to grow colder. The winds began to blow, and then came the rain. You could hear the wind whistle through the trees, and the sound of rain as it hit the hard, cold earth. She pulled up the hood on her cloak, and continued to follow behind the other Elf's horse.
"We had best make camp now, before the weather gets any worse. I can feel it, there is a storm brewing. Are you alright?" he asked, looking back at her.
"I am fine. Where do you intend to make camp?" she asked, curious to see what he planned on doing in a situation like this.
"If my memory serves me correctly, there is an old cave up ahead. We shall stay there," he replied.
As predicted, it began to rain harder, and they pushed onward towards shelter. The two horses trudged further through the mud, and then they spotted the cave. "This is it," said the male Elf, as he dismounted from his horse.
They tied their horses up to a tree at the side of the cave where they would be able to graze. The two tired and wet Elves made their way into the cave, which, thankfully, was nice and dry. They had found some dry wood in the back of the cave, and in a sort time they had built a rather large fire.
They both sat around the fire in silence, eating. Laidacilien was somewhat grateful, for the food, anyway. She had not eaten in a while. When you wander aimlessly around Middle Earth you run out of food quickly, and it can be a several days walk to the next town.
"Where are you from?" she said, finally breaking the silence.
"I almost forgot, we have not been formally introduced! I drag you way out here and you do not even know my name. How impolite of me! My name is Calenhad, and I hail from Mirkwood," he informed her.
"Is that where you are taking me?" she asked.
"Aye, it is. Have you ever been there before?" he asked, curious to learn more about her. "Yes, I was born there."
"Have you any family there?" he asked.
"No," she said as she looked back down at her food. All of the memories came rushing back every time she thought of her family, every time she thought of that dreadful day.
Calenhad noticed her reaction and decided to change the subject. "If you do not mind my asking, how did you end up in the vile clutches of those slave traders?" he asked.
"I was minding my own business walking down an old road, and they just showed up and grabbed me. There really wasn't anything I could do," she said.
"They are a mean bunch, if I ever did see one. I do regret that all of this has happened to you today, but I must admit I am glad I found you," he said, looking at her.
She just stared at him without reply. "I really do think you will get along quite well with My Lord. We should arrive in Mirkwood by tomorrow, and you shall meet him then. Until then, get some rest, for tomorrow you begin to lead your new life."