» Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:44 am
Aeona's pointed ears took in the conversation attentatively, he sharp, almost piercing eyes roaming about the small group. The two wizards and Erinhue seemed to know each other, talking animatedly, while the others spoke little, perhaps less accustomed to this preparation for peril than their companions.
She listened intently to their discussion and considered it deeply. She sensed a feeling in her heart, one that she had had before, or one similar, one that drove into her a compulsion to join the group. Thinking about the child she had left in the forests of her mother's people, she felt another pang and tried to push the compulsion away, for the child's sake: she did not want to leave him motherless. The desire, or not a desire, more a premonition, grew stronger, overwhelming her fears. She had been on adventures before, but not on this scale, leastways, not since she had born her child. The feeling burned in her like a fire and she thought of the wink that the wizard Gandalf had sent in her direction, taking it as a greeting or invitation, she stood.
The slender form, slightly shorter than one of the race of men moved close to the group, her height showing that though she clearly had some relation to hobbits, she could not be one in her entirety. "Greetings," her voice, even now rarely used, seemed too loud, especially to her "my apologies, but I was unable to avoid hearing your conversation," faces, surprised and dismayed, greeted her, each one except that of Gandalf and what she next said must have come ofsurprise "I understand the danger of your task, but I offer you my bow on your quest, little though it may seem to offer," she sighed. Her voice seemed almost hollow to her own ears.