An Event in Evendim

It’s been a quite month since I got back from the War. My instincts weakened and I prefered to stay at my house, cooking and resting; trying not to think about the loss. It’s not the first time I’ve been defeated, but my Warden friends probably think I am dead right now.

So I went off to Evendim. Tinnudir, to be exact. I knew My Lady, the Light of My Life,  would be here. I haven’t seen her for weeks. I missed her gorgeous eyes and her… her light! I didn’t even step outside my door. I felt like my armor will be heavy on me. My arm wouldn’t carry the weight of a sword.
           

I might have feared of defeat. My horse, Dawn, was waiting for me at the stables, ready as ever. But a little bit weary.

            A Guardian without a cause is like a tree without its leaves. With those thoughts in my head, I rode to Tinnudir Keep.

            I thought they might be happy in my wake, but instead, they had more work for me. I suppose they had quite hard time, after heavy losses. It seemed like the word of I, being alive has reached weeks ago. The soldiers who was trapped with me in that caverns were alive. Of course after that collapse, they thought I might be dead but most of them were quite sure I was alive.

            They greet me warmly, but I also learned My Lady was in trouble. Orchalwe, that idiot, sent her to some death missions, but fortunetly, she survived. With fear and anger, I moved to the Men Erain, the little enchampment near the Annumias.

            The scouts there, were using her abilities and I am told that she’s really good at what she does. Trolls, Angmarim, Undead, Robbers… She bring justice upon almost all of them. She was like a legend amongst the Wardens. Never seen much near keep, living in the forest mostly.

            I smiled at their comments. “Yes, I am quite sure…” I told to them “… that’s My Light.”
           

Then I left for Forochnel, which is at the North of Evendim. They needed help, as Orchalwe told me, I had to go there. I obeyed, without My Lady knowing I was there for a short time. How I wished I could see the smile on her gracious face… But orders are orders… And she will be a real Warden if she keeps the good work, in a short time.

But, then again, a word has reached me while I was in Forochnel. That My Lady was badly hurt by a Master of Tomb Robbers. I felt the anger rose within me. That my eyes saw nothing but a hatred filled world. I just HAD to kill that ignorant, son of a whore. And all of the others. No one can touch My Lady in this world! No one! Not even the Dark Lord himself! Not even when I am dead!


            I went off for Evendim again, Men Erain, as I found My Lady. She looked better, like she wasn’t effected at all. But I knew her wounds would be far deep inside her heart. As they are in mine. I had to do something about that.

            I told her to await my coming, but she insisted on helping me. I could not say anything. How was I to resist her words? I told her what I would do wouldn’t be nice or anything close to nice. But she insisted saying that she was worried about my health too.

            So we went to the ruins. That damned bandits were waiting there, enjoying themselves with ale, near a campfire. Even counting the gatherings looted from innocent lives or ruins. I saw a ring, a white gold ring, in their loot. I gave her to My Lady! I knew she wouldn’t throw away that ring! They must have took that as a trophy!

I never hated or never felt an anger like I felt that time. I rose up my shield and my weapon. I just remember a single ‘Please wait, Melethron!’ from My Lady. After that, my sight closed with anger. I found myself upon the corpses of two dozens of bandits, their leader’s head on a pike. As I gathered my conscious, My Lady was standing beside me,  a peril in her eyes for what I have done there. I apologised from her, but I am not even sorry what I did there. They won’t be touching My Lady again. As I gave her ring back, she was happy. Or at least, that was what I felt. Vengeance must be something unknown for her. She must have been horrifed for what I did. Killing them without a thought.

            I was that man. Before I met her. I hope, she won’t be seeing me like that again. I hope darkness will not lay its hands to My Light again.

            I hope, I will have more time to spend.