Daughter of Stars and Stones - Part 5The Support of a FriendMore Like This
Kíliel watched stunned, unable to react and comprehend. Even as Tauriel laid her arms around her, Kíliel kept her eyes on Éira and the child she rocked in her embrace. Tears streamed down the face of the mother, and yet the little one did not move or make a sound.
Kíliel felt coldness spread throughout her, but it was different from the cold of a wind or of snow; this coldness came from within herself. She felt the chill move up her spine, causing all the hair on her arms to stand up and yet she could not look away. After a while Éira fell silent, still rocking her cold child in her arms.
Tauriel held on to her own daughter in the same way, her arms warm and soft, though still as hard as stone, with no way of getting free. Kíliel wanted to get free; she wanted to see the child up close, to understand what had happened. But she understood that her mother needed her to stay quiet and still now, for as much her mother's support
The Pen Is Mightier-Chapter 1More Like This
April 31st, year 2941
It's been nearly three days since we left the Shire and this is the third entry in my travel journal. It's not really my job to keep a journal of this quest but I figured someone should do it and it doesn't seem as though anyone else is. Besides, it relaxes me.
So far the journey has been uneventful. We just left Bree the other day and are on our way East towards the Misty Mountains with Thorin in the lead. He is a wonderful leader! He is always so confident and sure of what he is doing, unlike myself. Of course, he does have a tendency to bicker with Gandalf about which way to go and stuff like that. I like Gandalf, he is a nice fellow; a bit strange, but nice.
The weather has been holding up quite nicely. Although, it looks like it might rain later. Dori's not going to like that. He hates the rain. He hates getting wet in general; it always makes him grouchy. Nori doesn't mind it. In fact I think he likes it