17th - 28th Hisme F.A.10
My heart dropped as Malanarth told me how long the journey will take, but
outwardly I smiled and feigned eagerness to be off. Truth be told, I like my
comfort, but more than that, I find that playing my role is far easier when I do
not have to worry about shared rooms or being forced to relieve oneself in close
proximity of others. I fear my secret would be out all too quickly!
But Malanarth is a good man, and his tales were of great interest to me. He knew
Elbrian for far longer than I, and I enjoyed hearing of my poor master, even though
there are still times I must wipe away tears quietly. His passing is too close for
me not to miss him dreadfully.
As the distance to Edoras shortened, I begin to enjoy the journey - the changing
scenery was pleasing to me and the inns we stayed at were comfortable and the folk
welcoming. Sometimes I shared a tale or two with Malanarth and I saw them creep
towards the table, ears bent to me. Then I would raise my voice a little and
without actually seeming to do so, I welcomed my audience in and hold them
spell-bound a while. With a little inflection on the words just so, as Elbrian used
to. Almost always afterwards, they plied us with a free ale. Sometimes I'll
have been given a choice tidbit with my meal, for having simply smiled at the
serving lass, or complimented her on her own.
And still this task puzzles me. So, wary and shaking slightly I did what I
should have done prior to this night. I took off my gloves and held the paper. The
contact with my skin was enough. I could see him, my dear master and
….someone else. Someone who I know yet whose name I cannot remember. Ahhh!
Me?! My memory is nigh on perfect! I KNOW I should know him…..And more
frustratingly, someone who can not only make me forget, and shut out my visions,
but also knows I am female! And Elbrian knew also! Is there ANY that do not? Is my
disguise that poor?! No, it is not, but Elbrian loved me well enough to have seen
through it. And not let on.
And this Erethor? Who is he? It is not a Dwarven name, so I presume he is the
man of Rohan. Hmmm. This business reeks of prophecy, of heroic deeds and I do not
like it. "It will strengthen her"? I do not like that either!
The strange vision serves to keep me quiet for the rest of this journey as I
puzzle and analyse the interaction between the two. And, also, as I try desperately
to fathom out the importance of this man to the future. What could he be, who could
he be, what knowledge does he have? It SURELY has to be one of these three
reasons……..I wonder too, why I have been sent to preserve the
friendship between him and the dwarf. Surely friendship is not THAT important a
factor. But if it is my task I shall resolve to do so, even if it means that I bind
them through a mutual dislike. Although that might prove at least a little
unpleasant for my welfare, if I must stoop to making them both dislike me greatly.
We shall see how they fare together and work it from there.
Today was possibly the most harrowing so far. Surrounded by such hospitality,
yet I was born in the land of their once enemy. After a while I was able to forget
and enjoy the sights and sounds of the place. Forget even that I would be presented
to the King in the morning. I know what manners are required of me, but that
settles my discomfort little.
I was wrong. Yesterday was not the most harrowing. Inwardly I shook as we
approached the Golden Hall. I had read of this hall and it was no less grand than I
had expected. The foreknowledge of my arrival was also unnerving, I felt as if too
much was known about me. Eomer and his Lady are everything I expected and more
besides. Alas that I had little chance to speak further with him as the two I have
been sent to accompany on their travels had arrived just at that moment. And to my
dismay I saw that this "man of importance" was of Rohan origin, most
obviously of Rohan origin. This matters greatly to me as now I have to conceal my
Dunnish heritage as well as gender en route. The dwarf, I believe he is, though he
strangely has no beard, looks stern and I fear that he may be no easier a
travelling companion. We spent a while in the King's company - not being used
to royalty, I found the evening wearing and confusing. That is at least till we
began exchanging tales, a pastime to which I am well accustomed and so I related a
simple but light-hearted tale. They seemed to appreciate it - but that could simply
be due to good manners.
And so when we awoke and were taken to the stables this morning, I felt grateful
to be on my way. Until, that is, I was shown to a beautiful chestnut horse,
Katrisel. No one has realised yet - I have very little knowledge indeed of riding.
Even Hadrell seems more comfortable with the idea……No doubt I will be
saddle-sore very shortly……if I do not fall off, that is! This may
prove to be highly embarrassing and will certainly give the others something to
Damn but this journey has been hard. I watched the other two a while. And the
more I watched the more my heart sank. To keep these two bonded in friendship will
not require my diplomatic wiles, it will take a great miracle. And neither of them
feels comfortable with my presence here. The Dwarf is disturbed by both my lack of
armour and weaponry and my lack of lengthy names and lineage. He kept pressing me
for information and it was all I could do to divert his attention with remarks and
questions of my own. I want to forget my past to a certain extent. And I LIKE the
name Moth, it reminds me of Elbrian and it's neither a male or female name. I
would like to have a female name one day, a name that's truly mine. Not my dead
brother's, nor a nickname. Mine. Whatever, I feel I like the fellow, despite
his obvious distrust of me.
As for Erethor. Who knows? I've avoided him as much as is possible given my
task in hand. I will happily share tales with him, anything more, no. For a start,
while he is more likely to notice the differences in horses, he is after all human,
and therefore is more likely to notice any errors in my disguise than the Dwarf. He
also doesn't seem the type to appreciate deception in any form. I may be wrong
though. Although I am almost certainly of far less of interest to him than the mud
beneath his horse's hooves. Ah well, I know he's important, and though he
is unlikely to ever know it, he has my loyalty based alone on the vision I have
seen. For what transpired seemed to be of importance and if I can help, I shall do
so. Doesn't mean I have to like him though…..
This curiosity is becoming too much for me to bear, however. And I have my ways.
I know all that it would take would be to leave the gloves off awhile. Sooner or
later one of my companions will brush my hand as they pass me a drink or a
plate……I hope I can cover any reaction I may have…… Two
nights ago I had toyed with the mirror, hoping that it would give me insight. My
very birthright should dictate that while the other two argue, I may know a little