Elurielle — Today at 9:22 AM
They awaken to a ruckus outside the back of the tavern/inn. Leftover celebrators of Sauron's demise, but it was more of a mob of men fighting. The local constable had not shown up yet, what a mess. Needless to say, Elurielle was quite frightened, she senses last night Galadhorn's concern, now she see's why. She got dressed quickly, gathered her things, it was easy since they were traveling light, mostly because they had to leave so quickly. (done)
DataLore_89 — Today at 9:24 AM
Galadhorn did not sleep during the night, instead he maintained a watchful gaze upon the street outside the window, weapons at the ready in case of a breach of safety. As Elurielle awakens, he stands and readies his things. Then, hearing the ruckus, he strides towards the front of the room and places his ear on the door. (done)
Elurielle — Today at 9:32 AM
Estelwen heard Elurielle moving about, and of course, that loud hollering from the fighting outside. "What is all that about?" She was swift to rise, still dressed, always ready for action and this was no different, her bow was already in her hand by her side as she moved toward the window carefully. Elurielle had moved away from the window. "Be careful, I see now why you both were uncomfortable in this town. They are drunk and chaotic, and possibly dangerous. I say we travel out of her, break fast later. Let's get Galadhorn." She waited for Estelwen to grab her stuff. (done)
DataLore_89 — Today at 9:39 AM
Realising the ruckus is not coming from directly outside his room, Galadhorn will exit as deftly and stealthily as can be, drawing his hood over his head whilst doing so. He moves in the direction of Elurielle and Estelwen’s room, bringing his hand up to make a soft rap at the door. “Elurielle… Estelwen… Have you awoken?” (done)
Elurielle — Today at 9:43 AM
Almost instantly, the door opened by Estelwen. "Yes, since they are at the rear, the front door might be easy. We suggest leaving now, head into Mirkwood, then pause for a bite to eat when we find a safe area." Elurielle was right behind her, nodding and clearly a bit unnerved. Part of her want to go see if anyone need her help, she felt someone might be injured in the ruckus, but she wanted her friends safe and not involved in that fight. (done)
DataLore_89 — Today at 9:48 AM
Galadhorn nods solemnly. “Then it is decided. Quickly! Let us hope that the throng downstairs does not see us pass! Elurielle, are you prepared to leave?” He glances at Elurielle. His demeanour softens as he imagines the strife she must be experiencing. He examines her face for any signs of weariness, be it of the spirit or the body. “If there is a need for delay, I shall stand guard here.” He finishes with a firm, downward tone. (done)
Elurielle — Today at 9:58 AM
Elurielle nods. "I am. I worry people may be hurt but the risk of us being attacked as Elves is too high for us to even engage them. We will follow your lead, Galadhorn." She respected and had ultimate confidence in his leadership. He and Estelwen were adept in their skills, traveling and especially fighting. She felt safe with them. (done)
DataLore_89 — Today at 10:02 AM
“So be it.” Says Galadhorn. He glances at Estelwen to ensure that she is ready before turning towards the end of the hall and make his way down the stairs. There he assesses the situation, peering around before walking too far into the central area of the inn. Aware of the ruckus coming from the back, he motions for the others to exit through the front door before pulling a few silver pennies out from under his cloak and walking over to the inn keep. (done)
Elurielle — Today at 10:13 AM
Estelwen was ready. She had the same idea to pay as he, so it made her smile that they thought alike. Following Galadhorn's stealthy moves, they managed to clear the town, and as they approach the actual entrance, there is a large stone, that appears to be of someone. Elurielle stops, staring at the image of an Elven male ranger. She clearly recognizes him, but in an instant her hand goes to her forehead and she stumbles back in pain, turning away from the statue. "Unnn... why is this happening now?" She wishes she could heal her own self. (done)
DataLore_89 — Today at 10:20 AM
Galadhorn stops dead in his tracks and turns to Elurielle, attempting to catch and steady her. “Estelwen, something is wrong! Elurielle, what ails you?” A knot forms in Galadhorn’s brow as he sees Elurielle in pain. This is seemingly beyond his skill and knowledge, and a sense of powerlessness washes over him, a feeling he is often at odds with. (done)
Elurielle — Today at 10:24 AM
Estelwen jumps into action, having seen this happen before, she steadies Elurielle to a nearby fallen tree to have her sit down, all the time speaking calmly to her, distracting her thoughts. "Elurielle, recall the morning that you were out walking and you came across that beautiful white elk? How she was not afraid of you and in fact moved toward you slowly? She has been with you ever since, such a great gift, and you named her Wynter, because it was a lovely wintery morning." Elurielle was nodding, recalling, soon she was looking up at Estelwen and Galadhorn. "I wish these headaches would stop, they are so random, but Estelwen, you helped so much, thank you my dear." (done)
DataLore_89 — Today at 10:28 AM
Galadhorn’s face noticeably softens and the knot in his brow melts away “It would be folly for either of us to venture too far away from Estelwen, wouldn’t you agree Elurielle?” He smiles warmly at Estelwen before turning to look at the statue, after which a shadow appears to cross his face. (done)
Elurielle — Today at 12:26 PM
Estelwen smiles at him, then sits beside Elurielle. "Feeling better?" Elurielle nods, touches Estelwen's hands. "you are a blessing, and a healer in your own way. Thank you." It occurred to her that the statue brought forth a clouded image that her mind was concealing. "It's an image from the darkness, but it also looks like the young elf male that I saved." She made sure not to think of the dark images, and got back on her feet. "what does it mean?" (done)
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