As the druidess watched the walls of the courtyard and the tower with its sleek dull blackness, she wondered how long it would be until her fellows returned. Would they be as intact as when they left? Her eyes eventually moved over the walls and to the light green treetops that budded spring blossoms along the edge of the forest. This stirred thoughts drifting back into her early life when she was a student at the druid circle. It wasn't the happiest of times because the other girls taunted her, but she realized that she had great mentors that taught her a core of life lessons she was quite thankful for.
Roslyn realized that she was never much of a leader, but was happy in using her knowledge of the Nalmiar to guide groups to their destinations within the forest. One of her favorites was the grove of weeping cherries she discovered one day on a long hike into the Weadkin Valley. There was one spot she found amongst the grove within where she could admire the pink flowers and sagging branches while singing in a crook of its trunk.

Roslyn once again checked on Telfar. He seemed to toss more as if riled by some inner, distasteful dream. His eyes fluttered in his sweaty sleep and he moaned a bit that did nothing to comfort Rosyln while she sat alone.
She made sure the crossbow was firmly accessible should anything bad befall her and this brought upon her troubled issues. Thoughts of the war belabored her mind. She didn't quite agree with the aristocracy and daily politics of the kingdom, but did admit to herself that she felt safer knowing that these invading orcs would somehow be stopped. But war to her, in general, was such an ugly word. Why did people have to solve everything with violence? Obad-Hai, she was sure, wouldn't approve of such antics as this operation she found herself involved with.
She pulled out a dagger and twisted it in the reflecting sun. Dark times were ahead she feared.

Suddenly, Teflar's legs jerked convulsively. Roslyn jumped at the rash movement and her heart thudded hard in her chest. " Telfar, is there anything I can do for you?" she sputtered as adrenaline surged through her. " The others have gone to search some other part of the fortress and I am here as your protector until they return."

The ranger's eyes opened slowly and a booming sound resonated from the inner courtyard. Rosyln quickly crawled over to the woodsman and held his hand firmly. Looking into his eyes, she realized that he was starting to recover from his trancelike state. Within seconds, the ranger sat up and wheezed profusely. He shook his head and watched Roslyn produce a joyous, yet wavering smile. " Have we beat the shadowbeast yet?" he said in a weak voice " I feel its bind on me is slipping."

The hobbit's eyes teared over and she gave the ranger all the food and water he could take while they sat and waited for the company's return.