Halbarad: *What have I forgotten? There are flowers carefully arranged and wrapped in my hand, dinner and dining ware in baskets, and several gifts secreted away in small bundles...Ah! I retrieve a box from my wardrobe and head to Nadiyah's quarters with Mithrhovan. Once I arrive, I straighten the collar of my shirt and knock lightly on the door ( Read more... )

Halbarad: *Here we go again. I was foolish and let my sense of duty get ahead of me. There was a time when I waited for weeks or even months for the perfect opportunity to carry out an order, but then again, I was also used to the men--allies and friends--around me supporting that duty. Accessories to murder, Eomer would probably say. Thanks to ( Read more... )

Expressionlessly, silently, methodically, I finish checking and rebinding Gorlim's wounds. I stroke his hair back from his face, brush a sisterly kiss across his worn brow, and commend him to Arthad's care.

Then I pick up my sword and depart into the city.

Anything that gets in my way, dies.

Nadiyah: *running one hand over the back of your neck* Why are you in here, away from the defense?

Halbarad: *looking up from the reports spread across the desk's surface, catching your hand in the process to run a finger over your knuckles* Bad news from the rangers still sober enough to do their jobs.

Nadiyah: *settling one hip against the ( Read more... )

Halbarad: *emerges from Gorlim's room, finally dragged from his friend's side by a growing need to find Nadiyah*

Nadiyah: *looks up from where she's quietly instructing servants on the evening meal, still in travel clothes and armed* Is he well?

Halbarad: *nods* Recovering. *takes her hand and gently pulls her closer* Have you rested?

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I do not disturb him while he tosses and mutters. My mother had dreams like this. I did not inherit that gift but I know a الرّؤية when I see one. This is no ordinary dream...but then something changes, and now he MUST awake. Quickly.

*moving to cradle the Ranger's head in my lap, shaking him gently* Halbarad. Come back.

Well, it needs to be done. *sigh* I guess I will need a horse. Actually, I probably need money to GET a horse. Hmm.

No. I am tired of this. I will not skulk and hide like a common cutthroat. One way or the other, this will end.

*eludes Halbarad and rushes down the hallway, catching up with Faramir before he can vanish into the maze of corridors -- taps him on the shoulder*

You. Steward. We need to talk.

Elf? I We would like to have Halbarad back now. His puppy misses him. :/

*crouches down and pats* Come then, little one. I will find breakfast for both of us, and then I will take you back to your master. Good?