8/20/2008
================== Eldarin Calendar <in Sindarin> ===================
IC time is: Before Dawn < About 4:49 AM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 42 Iavas <Autumn>
Moon phase: Full <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel shines brightly barely above the horizon in the
eastern sky.
IC year is: Loa 20 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3044>
----------------------------------------------------------------------
RL time: Tue Aug 19 21:16:24 2008
=====================================================================
East Road - Near the Trollshaws
The area is in total darkness, not even the sky is visible. It seems that the trees here are overgrowing the road. Travel in
these conditions might not be advisable.

Contents:
Galharth
Tirilalaith
=====================================================================

The first rays of dawn ripple gently atop the distant mountains to the east, creating a moment of anticipation with in the
Trollshaws, a moment which sends the Trolls drawing away from the light into the shadows until the return of night. It is
into this that the Craftmaster exits the tent, pausing only to check the location of the guards surrounding this odd group.
"Let this be the last day before the relative safety," Galharth mutters as a soft breeze rattles the treetops to allow a
better sight of the sky.

More than a few have emerged to welcome the dawn and begin the day's preparation for food and travel. At sight of Galharth's
emergence, Tirilalaith abandons her own tasks for a few moments of respite. Her feet tread softly across the ground as she
makes her way towards him, her lips already curved into a small warm smile of greeting. "'Quel amrun," she offers up, her
voice pitched low despite the decreased danger about them.

"Indeed," Galharth mutters with a slight frown. "Any morning one greets is sure to be a good one with our current guides."
Once more his his gaze passes from guard to guard, as if to assure the safety of their hidden camp.

Assured of safety for the moment, the Tailor turns to Tirilalaith. "Do you know if the human children slept well?" he asks
softly with a glance back to the tent. "Or at the very least, unaware of what dangers we've seen and passed."

She nods at the wisdom uttered, her hands resting against her thighs as she stands. "Indeed," she murmurs in agreement. Her
gaze follows his, a fair brow lifting slighly though she does not question. At his query, the elleth lowers her head, her
smile widening for a brief moment. "They do sense that they are in a different place for a certainty and they seem to have
gleaned that there is some unease within the camp," Tiri replies. "As I understand it, they were fussy but did succumb to
the peace sleep offers eventually."

Nodding softly, the attention upon the tents is drawn back to Tirilalaith. "I hope this is normal for human children,"
Galharth says with a slight furrow in his brow. "I think few among us know much of the second born to claim proficiency in
dealing with their offspring. It will be good to see them delivered to their parents."

Looking around the camp, the Tailor's face takes on a hint of frustration. "I would think that a call to make ready to
travel would have been made by now. The light of day nears and it certainly makes this the best time to travel."

"Mayhap they are travelling ahead of us and making certain there are no traps laid to hinder our progression further," the
elleth offers up. "I have no doubt but it will be soon." Blue eyes scan the wood, regarding it with a careful eye. "Did you
rest easy?" she inquires. "Have you managed to put Bree and its events behind you? You do look like you've improved."

A hand raises and waves towards the guards, "Who knows what they've planned, and what they've done. We are but Bards and
Crafters and rarely consulted on matters of that which keeps us safe." Galharth grumbles with a clear hint of frustration.
"The very fact that something managed to get near us concerns me."

At the elleth's last words, the Craftmaster pauses and looks to the Tirilalaith. "Events? I dare say it'll take a good
number of years before I'm well past what occured." Shrugging his shoulders delicately he shakes his head. "It is a matter
of concern that I can not yet consolidate the facts of what is, what was, and what might be." He sighs softly, "I still do
not fully understand all, but at least the pain is past."