Letters from an Errant

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Threas, Oclar 12, 1393  Greetings once again, Well since my last letter to you, the harvest has passed and autumn is here. Life continues in Fort Llast, but I still spend much of my time around Hlint and the Ranger’s Vale. Llast is a cold desolate place at the best of times, and this season does not show it at its best! I still travel with Ireth, Abi, Angela, and Brisbane. All of them have now become good friends. The fact that they are all beautiful women is a pure coincidence I assure you! I still live a single life, and I doubt that will change. You will be glad to know that my studies continue well. Aeridin continues to bestow his gifts upon me, I find I can now return many of the lesser forms of undead to the cycle purely by faith, and his will. You will be glad to know that I continue to practice the healing arts, although most often I am called to minister aid on the battlefield. Gold has proved to be a problem of late. Once I have purchased healing salves, and donated t the temple my meagre funds barely stretch to provide food. I am continually grateful to Ireth for the lodging she provides. Still this old armour is in continual need of repair, needs far beyond my simple skills. As a result, I have decided I must take occasional paid work. The concept makes my uncomfortable, I admit. Using His gifts to gain gold, but I can be selective about what I do, and the money goes in a good cause, and will only come from those who can afford to pay. My first attempt at this “work” did not end well. In fact it has not ended at all, for its legacy is something I must attend to as a point of honour. I found myself responding to a call for assistance in Lelion. Several new faces were there, along with one or two with whom I have travelled before; Storold, was once such new face. He is an interesting man, a Paladin of Lucinda who has spent much of his life in the study of the weave. What he lacks in training at arms however, he makes up for in courage. I digress however.  We were asked in rather strange circumstances, to escort a gentleman to a location on the Barbarian Isles. What made it stranger was that were not to be told where we were going, or why; only where to meet our “ward”. Having sought reassurances that nothing illegal was expected of us, we set out.  This was my first trip to those islands, and I shall say this. They are cold! Very cold indeed. The weather forced us to make regular rest stops, at each of which we would build a small fire to warm ourselves. Frostbite was a real danger, and metal armour became a hazard in itself as unprotected skin quickly freezes to the metal. I shall not bore you with the lesser details of our journey, suffice to say it was eventful. What came as a surprise though, was our destination. It was nothing more than a cave. Despite our protestations, our ward insisted on entering alone and unguarded. Obviously this seemed foolhardy to us, but he would not be moved. Eventually he entered. I am afraid that Ireth and I took a small risk here, and she went in after him keeping to the shadows as she does so well. When she returned, we were horrified to discover that the cave was home to a group of gypsy bandits. When Joseph, our ward, was seen by them, he was killed outright. For a few minutes, we considered entering the cave ourselves, but Joseph had charge one of our number, Ferrit, with returning at once to Lelion with the news in the event of his death. Given the choice of returning, or forcing her to break her word, we of course chose to return. The situation in Lelion gave us even greater cause for concern. We spoke with Joseph’s brother, who was under house arrest on suspicion of being involved in the murder of his brother. He told us that Joseph’s daughter had been the subject of a kidnapping, but was now safe. He begged us to continue to investigate what had actually happened. As I write this, we have arranged to re-provision and return to those islands as in the near future. We are sure there is more to discover about the truth of that man’s death. To end on a positive note however, on the way home we met our old friend Barion. It seems that he and Shelu are to be married! Good news is rare these days, so I look forward to this celebration with relish Walk in his Light   Elladan  

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Freas, Decilar 27, 1393  Dear Grythir Despite many more worthy things afoot in the world, I had to relate today’s events to you. They are, I admit, of little import – except perhaps to me. Once again I have cause to take stock of the world around me, and my place in it. I look back over the past years, and sometimes I can see how I have changed. The Dragoncalled live life differently from other people. Many face death on a daily basis and I think it is this that makes them freer to speak and act their minds. Tempers flare often, but so do other feelings. Certainly, the young Aeridinite who first arrived in Hlint a few years ago would never have spoken so freely as he does now, yet there is no harm in it. Today provided examples. I had arrived in Hlint, looking for Ireth. She had spoken of needing to obtain copper for her arrows, and I had offered to help. After asking about, I found her on the East side of the town. She was not alone, of course. Abi and Angela were there, as was Celgar, and Brisbane joined us almost at once. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits. Much joking and laughter filled the air. The conversation turned to many things, and I confess that Brisbane’s mood had me flirting outrageously with her. At length I was invited to see her Father’s home, at Corax Lake in Pranzis. At one point I called her on one of her cheekier comments, and received a kiss upon my cheek as reward! Celgar seemed less than impressed, informing me that there were only two men on Mistone good enough for her. I bristled slightly, being firmly of the opinion that Bris could make up her own mind about such matters, like most women. A few moment later, and the air around Celgar was charged with energy. A huge Golem appeared by his side and lightning cracked around, as he had taken my comments as a challenge. I did all I could do in that situation: Opened my arms and invited him to do his worst if he wished. As I stood, I felt Brisbane’s magic envelope me, and saw the concern on her face. I like to think that Celgar was taking my measure. He had no real desire to attack me, and soon dispelled his magics. Perhaps standing my ground to him, as I once did to Ozy, helped to earn his respect? Whatever the reason, a few moments later we had shaken hands and we were all talking as though nothing had happened. Still, something of the mood had been broken.  A short time later Ireth decided to return to Jet, and at that Brisbane announced that she had something to show me, and lead me off by the hand. What she showed me was a hill. A hill that was one that was special to her from her times with her father, the place she first met The Lady of The Land. She told me the tale of their journey to the T’oleflor Bridges; of Rhizome and Amelia, and I gained what may have been my first true insight into the heart of this fascinating woman. As we parted she embraced me, and placed a lingering kiss upon my forehead before she walked into the woods and was lost to sight. I find myself wondering; could I become one of those few of which Celgar spoke? I have affection for her certainly, mayhap something that could be more than friendship. Today, she hinted she may feel the same. I cannot be sure, but I know this. Whatever grows between us, rushing would be it’s death. Rest assured, you may be the first to know what happens, old friend Yours as ever,  Elladan  

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Threas, Decilar 26, 1393   My Dear friend, You have often remarked how life can surprise us, how often the best things come to us when we are not looking for them. Once again, your words have rung true.  The recent days have passed peacefully for the most part, with time for some rest and relaxation for a change, so I was more than happy to accept Bris’s invitation to visit Corax lake, and her father’s island. If you ever have the chance to travel there, I advise you take it. The atmosphere on the island is magical. It reminds me strongly of the temple in Ranger’s Vale, a feeling of peace pervades all, and it seems as though the very trees watch you with a benevolent eye. I felt the presence of the Lifegiver there most strongly. Bris and I spent several happy hours wandering in the woods there, talking and eating the fruits. There is a wonderful spot for swimming just by Rhizome’s home, if you can stomach the dive into the waters below! I could almost believe I was in a paradise, the warm sun, nature all around us, and a beautiful woman in a most playful mood. It was as we swam together that I realised how much our relationship had changed. She has slowly become much more than a simple friend to me, and I began to have my suspicions that she might feel the same way – at least a little.  Later, by the fireside, we talked at length. We talked of trust and family, of her father and mine; of her mother, and childhood. Then came a time when talking was done, and we joined in a celebration of life that went well beyond simple friendship. It was hard to act normally on our return to Hlint, I kept wanting to kiss her there on the street, but discretion seems wise if what may be growing between us is to have a chance.  While we talked later, Bris seemed surprised that I could not speak the language of animals. I suppose that she’s been able to talk to them for so long, and that was how my first lesson began. We started, of course, with bears! I don’t know if it’s something that I’ll ever be able to master, but it promises to be fun trying to learn! I do not know where all this is going to lead, my feelings for Bris are too new for me to be certain of them – as I am sure are hers for me. I still have little knowledge of her relationship with Ozymandias, other than that they are very close. Still, if nothing else ever comes of it, the worst it will have been is a glorious afternoon and evening: one that shall live in my memory for a long, long time I’ll be sure to let you know how I do All my best wishes  Elladan  

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Freas, Jenra 6, 1393  Greetings old friend,  Well the winter solstice is behind us now, the days are beginning to lengthen as the cycle begins anew. I can’t get over how much time has passed since I first came to this place. Strange, the weather around Hlint is never truly harsh, it is still frequently mild enough to sleep outdoors – which is just as well when spending so much time with a Druidess. My friendship with Bris continues to grow, if friendship is the right word. We often while away our days together, and more than a night or two has been spent sleeping in each other’s arms and yes, I do mean sleeping! We have developed a closeness that is hard to define; we share a love of nature and life, and I see in her eyes an innocence that perhaps draws me to her. Others who know her might laugh at that idea, but it is there nonetheless. We talk of history, her life, of nature and magic. Of course, my lessons continue. Did you know there are more that 13 different ways to say “hello” to a bear? I swear I have barely studied harder since my time in the temple! Most of the time it is with bears we converse, but birds, otters and suchlike are often our assistants as well. I’m not a man given to envy, but her ability to put such animals at their ease is one I would dearly love to be able to gain. Too often in my travels I have had to defend myself against a beast which was merely protecting it’s territory. I must leave you now, I hear others approaching my campfire, and I would not have them think me ill-mannered Yours in Aeridin  Elladan  

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Freas, Febra 20, 1394  Happy New year, albeit belated  As you will have no doubt guessed, life suddenly became busy again. Shortly after finishing my last letter to you I was stood outside Hlint, talking with a small group. We were alarmed by a sudden flock of birds, rising from the Seilwood treetops. The way they flew made it clean this was a fright reaction, doubly so considering the time of year. As you would expect, we left at once to investigate. That something strange was happening was obvious as soon as we entered the woods. That area is normally quite dark, but the blackness that enveloped us as we moved into the cover of the trees was unnatural in its density. As if to remove any vestiges of doubt, we had barely moved a hundred yards beyond the treeline when we were beset by risen shades.  After some efforts, we fought our way through to Rangers Vale, and the temple there. Its holy ground was safe from the intrusions, but the area was beset and surrounded by the same inky blackness. All they could tell us, was that darkness and the shades had approached from the direction of the lake. Of course, we left at once to investigate. Despite the problems of exploring in such poor light, we did manage to find what seemed to be an entrance to a tunnel near the lakeside. The mouth was blocked by boulders and loose rock, so we had a hard time forcing a way in. One of our number, an elven druidess whose name I have yet to discover, was of great help. She changed into a bear and allowed herself to be yoked in order to assist in rolling the larger stones away.  Once we were inside, we were compelled to fight our way through all manner of creatures to proceed. A major argument ensued between the druidess and Ireth at one point. Ireth had been loosing arrows into our foes at great speed, despite the dark conditions. We had just dispatched a group of monstrous leeches, when a flock of bats flew out before us. Startled by the sudden movement, Ireth had shot and killed one before she realised they were not a threat. This simple mistake lead to a vitriolic verbal attack from the druidess, who seemed unwilling to accept that it was an error, but was sure it was symptomatic of Ireth’s whole attitude. Later on,  Ireth was moved to comment that she travelled often with Bris, who surely would not tolerate one who disrespected nature. Both Ireth and myself were astonished by the reaction. The elf was little more than insulting, saying that the judgement of a “Dark Druid” such as Bris was seriously in question. That so little respect be shown for her superiors alarmed me, aside from any personal bias I may have in this matter. Needless to say, I spoke out in Brisbane’s defence at once, but to little avail. Still, Bris’s lessons had taught me enough to be able to tell that the druid was conversing with one our number , a ranger, in the animal tongue; presumably to prevent my understanding the conversation All that is besides the point, however. More important is that we discovered the tunnels to be the lair of a necromancer of no small power. A man who has been stealing people away form their homes, and turning them into undead servants to do his bidding. We managed to destroy his workings, and those things he had created, but the man himself managed to escape through a magical portal. Going through the papers that we found, we have uncovered a couple of names that may be of use. We have vowed to seek this man out, and put an end to his diabolic ways Yours in the Light Elladan

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Freas, Febra 25, 1394
  Dear old friend,
  No matter how we plan, how we imagine things to be,  Life continues to be able to surprise us. Yesterday, I met up with Bris once more. We left Hlint to gain a little quiet time, and continue my lessons in conversing with the animals. We had barely left the gates when we met Enzo, and thereafter Ozy. I confess I do not understand her relationship with him, but his familiar manner managed to quickly make me feel uncomfortable.
  Strange, isn't it? Nothing in my relationship with Bris gives me any right to feel possesive, if that indeed was the root of my discomfort. As I sat and listened to them however, I became aware that I had not been entirely true with myself - Bris is more than a friend to me. How much more, I cannot yet say.
  So, once we were free of company and had begun to talk a little with one of the Badgers near our usual hillock, I raised the nature of our relationship with her. She was wary in her response, reminding me that we had agreed to carry on as before. I agreed that yes, this is what we had decided. However if we were truthful, this was not what either one of us was doing. Something in our behaviour towards each other had changed. Not a bad change, but it was still a difference. To pretend it did not exist would be being untrue to each other, and ourselves. Such falsehood, however well intentioned, can never come to good.
  In short, we agreed that this was a new situation for both of us. All we can do is be honest about our feelings with each other, and give each other enough space to  be comfortable. I promised her that I would never attempt to rush her into something, that I would not pressure her. She seemed a little lost and afraid. She is magnificent in her power, and yet she is afraid of hurt done to her heart. A woman of contraditions, in many ways!
  Who knows what the future will bring?
  Yours
  Elladan

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Freas, Jular 13, 1394
 
  Hello once again,  It has been a busy few months, once again. Bris bought heself a horse, I think she spent every last s... of gold she had to do it! I have to admit though, it is a beautiful animal. Watching her gallop over the hill, the sun in her hair as she laughed with such a simple joy, gave me pause for thought. I have finally admitted to myself how I feel for her, this is no simple friendship. If anything solid can grow from it remains to be seen. I think I mentioned that Ireth and Jet are now living together? She came to me with a strange request “Brother I may be away for a few days helping Ozy.  Can you distract Jet if you have the chance?” It seems that Ozy had asked her to go with him on a mission of some importance, and she didn’t want Jet to worry! I promised to do what I could, but did remind her that I wouldn’t lie to do so. We heard the fell news, that blood’s forces have taken the town of Stone. Of course, all of Hlint is abuzz with adventurers demanding that we liberate it at once. Only a few voices call for clarity, and the planning that such an undertaking would require. Soon though - we must try for the sake of those who remain trapped in the town. Remember I talked about an insane mage who had been turning people into Shadow? We finally tracked him down. All it took was a few kind words and an honest approach to a young lady in the Xeenite Temple at Karthy. At the end of our talk, she kissed me. I think that was when I realised how I felt for Bris, for here was a young and very attractive woman, scantily clad and affectionate. She kissed me, and I felt nothing but a vague disquiet, with Brisbane’s face dancing in my mind. Anyway, I digress. With the directions the girl gave, we came to his tower. It was a long slog through his defences, but we won through, and even the demon he had summoned could not help him escape justice. It was sad that he could not be taken alive for trial, but such is often the way with fanatics. I cannot feel too badly for one who pulled so many from the Cycle of Life. My best Regards  Elladan  

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Freas, Mar 6, 1396   Today I considered killing a man, or part of me did anyway. I suppose we all have our darker side, but it is still disturbing when it comes to the surface, however briefly. I’ve spent a good deal of the day in meditation at the temple, trying to come to terms with these feelings, and what caused them. People may decry the Oaths of a Paladin, but it is those oaths that give me the strength to carry on, to rise above the base desires that all flesh is heir to.  Still. How can a man knowingly deny a woman any chance of true happiness, and look their own reflection in the eyes? This reaction has given me pause to consider my own feelings in greater detail. Such callous behaviour to anyone would outrage me, but directed towards her it unleashed a torrent of fury I was hard pressed to contain. I spoke with my sister, she lent her support gladly, and is probably the only person who true understands how I feel. However much I have denied it in the past, this is Love – with all its passion and vulnerability. It cannot be denied, that this has made me vulnerable. What will I do if she chooses another? If we can never be more than very good friends?  The sun is setting now, and just a little way off I can make out a vixen bringing her cubs out into the twilight. I cannot yet understand her yips and barks, but the meaning is clear. All around me I see the Lifeforce of Aeridin, never stronger than in the natural world; and yet I wonder, will that simple fullness of life ever be mine?  Yours, under the Oaks  Elladan  

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Sunra, Mai 15, 1378  Greetings once again,  It has been an interesting week. It began with a meeting in Hlint, to discuss the situation in Stone. Since Milara’s forces overtook the town it has been preying on the minds of many of us, and we are looking at how best we can react. Ael spoke well, and much planning was done. If we are to form a militia to act in this matter, it will take a good deal of resources and consideration. There are those among us who would gladly rush in weapons drawn, but we must not underestimate the strength of the forces that would be arrayed against us. It might help if we had some idea what objectives had been gained by the taking of the town, and this was a focus for much of our discussion. As of yet we have no solid plan, but we have set things in motion to prepare as best we may.  I found myself embroiled in a manhunt. Two condemned prisoners escaped from the town of  Velensk, and the guard there asked for assistance. Not the kind of work I would normally chose to by my skill to, I admit, but when asked for help to recapture a convicted murderer my conscience gave me little alternative. I must say they led us a merry chase, crossing the ocean to Dregar. We followed their trail to an Aleseller in Pranzis and managed, by careful timing, to recapture them without bloodshed.  Angela and Abi had another one of their arguments. At times I almost think they do it just to enjoy making up to each other after. I managed to sit them down and get them to talk to each other, and ended up sleeping on their living room floor!  Well, I must go. There is a man in Leilon who has posted a flyer asking for help. My curiosity is aroused by his description, and I must confess the last few purchases of Healing Drafts has left me desperately short of funds; so I aim to travel there and at least hear his offer  May the Light keep you  Elladan  

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Seplar 5, 1394,  Greetings once again  Please excuse the poor hand in which this is written, my fingers seem to be still recovering from a slight case of frostbite – one of the perils when one travels the Northern Islands. This was my second visit to the frosty lands in recent weeks. I did not mention it before, but I had travelled with a small group to Bastil. We had been asked to assist a merchant who wished to travel there for reasons he wished to keep to himself. I suppose, looking back, I had reservations about the trip from the start.  It was obvious he was hiding something, and yet his demeanour was not that of a rogue.  We travelled with Joseph to Krashin, and beyond. It was obvious he knew our destination, but was unwilling to disclose its details to us. At length we came to a cave, and he announced that he would continue alone. However much we attempted to persuade him otherwise, he would not be convinced. In fact, he seemed almost fearful that we would attempt to enter with him. He was aware of the risk he was undertaking, it seemed, and yet persisted. In the end, we had little choice but to let him continue. Perhaps it was foolish, but I asked Ireth if she would be able to follow him unseen – anxious as I was that we be able to offer aid should it be required. Some time later, she returned to us with a sorry tale. The cave was a bandit lair; brigands with which this man had been keen to meet. Keen, that is, until they cut him down in cold blood with barely a word. There were too many for us to consider attempting to bring them too justice ourselves, and we were left with no choice but to return to civilisation and alert the authorities. This we did, but by the time a force was able to investigate the cave, it was empty. Meanwhile, in Leilon  Joseph’s brother, Ivan,  was arrested on suspicion of arranging his murder. Needless to say, those of us who had journeyed  with him, were far from happy with the circumstance of his death, and resolved to uncover what had transpired. Although the suspicions that had befallen his brother were understandable, we were far from convinced of his guilt. Feeling honour bound to act, and  asked by Ivan to find the truth, we returned to the “Barbarian Isles”.   At first, we aimed to retrace our steps to the cave, in the hope of finding some clue there. However, it seemed the elements had other ideas. We had been attacked by Gnolls, and Bugbears time and again. The shadows were growing long, and a storm was rising; we had to find shelter as quickly as we could  and so soon found ourselves almost running before the storm. We had been told that the lowlands to the south were warmer, so that was the way we attempted to  travel. When the pass we were in finally opened out into a wooded valley, and we moved into the shelter of the trees, we were more than a little relieved. It is strange to think that the weather almost herded us there, for we were to find our choice of shelter most fortuitous. After resting, we continued to the south, more to see where we were than for any other reason.   We had not gone very far, when we were attacked. A group of Bugbears and brigands poured out from around a twist in the valley. We had no time to consider the unusual composition of the forces descending upon us, but were busy fighting for our lives in moments. We had defeated many, when one who seemed to be a leader came forward. Clad from head to toe in black plate armour he strode toward our small group. For a moment, he looked to me, and I could almost swear there was a flash of red fire visible through his visor. “Let me show you a true Warrior” he decried, as he joined the fray. Never before had I seen the like of this one: Ireth engaged him first, being closest, and was quickly joined by myself . His blows fell like hammers, and the magical fire on my blade seemed to shrink from him. I was barely able to parry his blows, and yet my ripostes were as nothing to him. In the end it was a spell from Tre Maakli that laid him low, the last of his band to fall. Over the next rise, we found their camp. These were the same bandits that had been in the cave, it seemed. Of those left, one was a seasoned gypsy. He bargained for his freedom, offering information of what had transpired. The storey he told was a strange one. The luring of Joseph to his death was deliberate: punishment for refusing to deal with those behind the scenes of this little plot. The Grey Men of Karthy, he called them. Followers of Undead, he said. They sought to sow dissension in Leilon, and take what power they could into the bargain His second tale was stranger. He offered it, so he intimated, purely because it needed to be know, and he had come across the knowledge by accident.  Some years ago, one who styled herself the “Witch of the Black Ice Isle” dealt a blow to the bear Barbarians. She kidnapped some of their tribe, and fled. That, he said, was a matter of history. What he  had discovered was what had happened to her after. She had been caught in the “Druids Plane Trap”, and was held in the “Pyramid of the Druids” At length, we returned to Leilon. In light of what we had discovered, the charges against Ivan were dropped.  I’ve not seen Bris for a little while; but rest assured that when I do see her next, I shall be asking about this Mysterious “Pyramid”  I’ll let you know what she says Keep well,   Yours  Elladan  

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Decilar 8, 1394
  Dear old friend, Have you ever noticed how life can , now and again,  surprise you with an unexpected gift? Something that makes you walk in the dawn’s light with a lighter tread, and  refreshes the song in your heart? Such a surprise has been mine this day. I had spend the night in Ranger’s Vale once again; Bris and I fell asleep in each others arms, listening to the sounds of the forest. I remember thinking, as sleep overtook me, that there was little that could happen to make me more content than that simple, innocent,  pleasure had done. I awoke with the first stirrings of the dawn alone, with the dew feeling fresh and clean on my face, and a note resting on my chest. I had intended to break my fast with a little bread and water; spend some time in meditation; and begin the walk to Hlint, but as I read the note, such thoughts were banished from my mind. In a familiarly feminine , but unusually uncertain hand, it said simply “I must speak to you soon, about …things” It was signed with a flowing “B” . My thoughts were a muddle. What could be wrong? What could have happened to make her leave my side in the dead of night, and leave such a note? At once, I began the long walk to Hlint. As I finally left the cover of the Seilwood trees, and approached the hillock she and I were fond of, a small bird started to the air and darted ahead of me. I crested the hill, and there she was – the bird upon her shoulder. The sunlight caught her hair as I walked towards her, and I found myself bereft of words. I think I mumbled some inanity  about her outfit, as nodded to me, and turned to walk towards Hlint – her face solemn. “I’ve been thinking a lot when you rested in the trees” she said.  Considering the number of travellers that pass that place, I suggested that she might wish to go somewhere private. She concurred, and we walked in silence back to Jet’s house, and into my room there.  I swear, my heart was in my throat the whole time, and I was abruptly conscious of  how sparsely decorated the room was. She refused my offer of food, and chose to stand when I offered her a seat on the cushions. Then she began to speak. She told me of her long standing feelings for Ozymandias. “ My First Infatuation” she called it. She went on and as she spoke, I realised this conversation was not the one I had expected. “And then I met you”, she said.  I looked into her eyes, and saw the beginning of tears there. As I watched her, and listened to her words, I could not help but think how different this woman was from the image so many have of her. Here she was, nervous, emotional, vulnerable. All I wanted to do was gather her in my arms and protect her – silly really, considering. She spoke of how she had never expected to feel this way again, after Plenarius. At the last, she leant in close, and whispered the words  my heart had yearned to hear. “I love you”. With those words, she cast all doubts form my mind,  it was as if the shackles I had placed around  my heart were burst asunder, and I could finally admit what I felt, to her, and to  myself. I love her in return, I know not how I could have denied it for so long, but she needed the time and space.   We talked for the longest time,  she told me a little more about herself, her history. I told her a little more about myself,  we held each other. As the shadows lengthened outside, we arose and went for a another swim in the lake at her father’s house, before falling into slumber in each other’s arms once  more. Could any man have asked for more? Yours Elladan