Greetings Friend,
I fear Prince Faramir did not see us off on our journey, preferring to
stay in his room at home. Lady Éowyn seemed pale as she joined us and her eyes
red. All of us realise that she is a warrior-maiden at heart, none the least
Our Liege, but I feel he does not like this side to his beloved wife. I can see
jealously does not factor into this but somehow I know, deep down that Our
Liege wishes he might have had the opportunity, nay the choice to join us. Such
is fate and we must take the hand dealt to us no matter how much it hurts us at
the time. I for one wish I were not on this quest for I feel it is ill-fated
and we shall learn more about ourselves than we ever wished to know.
Captain Eithelfar's triad arrived
shortly after myself and Imrain, all three suited up as though facing battle
already. Imrain made what I saw as the rather snide remark that their armor
would be little aid against the Dúfaroth should we meet with them. Undew and Fréa
seemed mildly insulted at her words of course but Kleo; the warrior-maiden
seemed to fairly bristle with anger. The very air seemed electric as healer and
warrior stood face to face; neither giving any quarter. I give Imrain credit in
that not once did she quaver from her stance although her body shook with fear
and I myself wonder what would have happened if the Lady Éowyn had not arrived
at that moment. Their actions towards each other since have proven that there
is a great deal of enmity between the pair; though the rest of us fail to
understand what. Fréa is of the belief that Kleo may feel threatened by Imrain
but I cannot see why this would be so… there is little Imrain has to offer that
Kleo could ever desire. This facet of human behavior still puzzles me and I
think I may keep an eye on their relationship from now one; merely for research
purposes of course.
Upon reading through what I have written previously it has occurred to me that little has been spoken of my companions appearances. Little need be spoken of the Lady Éowyn of course because many paintings and statues in her likeness can be found around our great city but the others I cannot say the same for. The Captain of course is generally well known amongst the other soldiers, for his bumbling ways usually but many do not recognize him in the street. He is a man of bearish stature, with limp black hair and pale skin reminiscent of one who spends a great deal of too much indoors rather than out; although his large build can be accredited to the vigorous training he puts himself through in an attempt to prove to Our Liege that he is indeed worthy of his position.
Healer Imrain is beautiful indeed, with long orange hair hanging in ringlets down her back and framing her small, round face. She shows the vigor of youth in all that she does and her body moves with a fluidity rarely seen in one who is no longer a care-free child… or a dancer…
The next lady of our group is Kleo, and is in direct opposition to the fair Imrain. Her hair is raven black and her skin tanned so darkly that it appears to have, almost, the olive skinned appearance characteristic of the Rohirrim. Her movements are indeed fluid but they are carried only into her fighting techniques where is found her true power.
Undew, for all appearances, could be Kleo's own father but as he denies it firmly all must take his word on it. His hair shows signs of graying and his skin has many wrinkles, which he refers to as laughter lines, yet his eyes show a kind of youthfulness that is appealing.
Frea looks neither like Undew or Kleo besides the same skill in battle when each perform almost identically and in tune with the others. His hair is short, curly and brown in hue and his face is lined with small laughter lines, belying his youth. His blue eyes always appear to be laughing and it is obvious he is very much a simpleton, but Undew and Kleo both love him dearly and would not see him harmed.
The last of our group is myself and very little need be spoken of such things as I am merely the scribe for all that we may learn. My appearance is rather plain, with sandy brown hair and a pale complexion from spending too much time in the shade…
Ahh, we are leaving now my friend. When I find the time I will write once more and tell you of our progress.
Yours in good faith,
Malachi, Scribe of Ithilien.