Gwen thoughts were far from the small room she stood in. Frodo had
finally woken up, calling her attention away from Reighn's magic. She
faced the wall as Frodo was dressing.
He looked at her as his fingers finished bottening his shirt. He was
going away, but was she coming with him? If she was, does Pippin
know, is he going with them? When he woke up and saw her standing
over him, tears of worry , falling from her eyes, he knew that he
should never have let her go, never. This trip could be his chance
to
win over what should have always been his.
Sweat dripped down her forehead. The room was getting unbearabley
warm, that was the sign that her master wanted to talk with her. Gwen
dreaded the conversation that was about to become.
"Airemariel, where are you my dear, we need to talk." the voice
haunted her, as small room faded from her view replaced with a dark
forest.
"Nevlóm," she kneeled before the man, took his hand and kissed
it. "Master, what is your bidding?"
"You only find you courage to fight at night. When you are in your
own bed, held fast to your dreams by the warmth of your husband."
She winced knowing now was not he time to argue with him, though her
fingers were tracing the hilt of her sword, "My charge is ill and I
must attend to him. So if you will kindly make this quick."
"Fool," he slapped her, sending her sprawling in the mud. "You not
speak to me like that ever again."
Gwen was wounded but she stood up,looking her master in the eyes, "I
am sorry."
"You will accompany Frodo on his journey to Ithilien, while the
others are distracted you will take him to the Undying Lands you
understand?"
"But I swore that," she began but lighting stuck at her feet.
"You will do as I say, or you will go back were you came from."
She dropped her head in a nod and the world began to disolve back
into the small hobbit house. As soon she coudl muster the stranght
the walk. Gwen went in search of Reigh. Upon finding her she simply
said, "I must come with you to Ithilien, he does not leave without
me."