Elwing in a New Land

< Previous       Cinnamon Raymaker As she looked around her new surroundings, Elwing the White started to regain her composure as she realised that this isle must be inhabited, or visited, if a row boat was beached on the shore. As she slowly got to her feet and started to look around, she relished the sight of the forest encroaching on the small beach and noted how some of the leaves had turned to orange and brown - something which was quite uncommonly seen in her homeland. The sun shone through the foliage and gave it the appearance of shiny gold and copper metal. As she looked upwards above the tree tops, she spied a wooden structure and her heart lifted. So - someone did live here! Maybe wood elves or simple forest folk? She would explore further and try to discover which. Elwing walked gingerly up a small embankment, thankful she was able to barely touch the rocky ground as she had lost her shoes in that fall from the sky. Right then she came across a roaring campfire and sat quickly on a tree stump to begin the onerous task of drying her clothes - such that they were. She sat quite cheerfully taking in the sounds of nature, the feel of the calm breeze on her skin and the warming air flowing towards her from the fire. As she turned to her right, she noticed a stone structure with elvish runes, and her heart lifted again. Noticing the shelter contained a table, she scrambled to her feet to explore. Seating herself carefully on the wooden bench and realising that she was ravenously hungry, she reached out for some of the bread in the basket in front of her and carefully placed one of the cooked eggs, from another plate, inside the folded bread in her hands. She closed her eyes and tasted the delicious food, enjoying every bite as it replenished her sapped energy. She also picked up a rosy red apple and crunched into its juicy sweetness, smiling at the memories of eating the fruit in the halls of her childhood home. Feeling the edge taken off her hunger, Elwing arose and grabbed a tankard from the table, and - moving around to the enormous barrel inside the stone structure - filled the tankard to the brim with the honeyed mead she discovered inside the barrel. Carefully nursing the full tankard, she wandered back to the stump in front of the fire and sat down. As she looked about her, with hope again rising in her heart and her head, she took small sips of the honeyed mead and pondered what Lord Ulmo and Lord Manwe would be able to do about the loss of Vingilot. Would they find her beloved somewhere hidden in the folds of time and space, or had he vanished forever? How was she now to continue her quest to find her Uncle - every time she had tried thus far, she had been battered and prevented from completing from that quest. She realised now that there was more to this situation than had at first been thought, she just wished she knew with certainty why providence had brought her to this new land she had yet to explore. >  Next