Haleth turns the spit, dusting the birds skewered their liberally with herbs. They have already been well-marinaded, but this herb is one best added during the cooking itself, to better bring out the flavor. Her attention is divided, a large portion of it listening for near-silent footsteps in the night, or the sound of hooves, but her eyes stay fixed on her work.
It is three years since she parted from Caranthir, after deliberately goading him into an argument she enflamed to be as bitter as possible. With his temper and her knowledge of him, it had not been difficult, for all his love of her. And at the time it had seemed the best thing, a way to break connection between them completely, and to perhaps also break his love for her. A cruel thing to do, and she had known it at the time. But a mortal love was a milestone he did not need around his neck. Her own heartbreak she could carry, and even the knowledge of having caused his; both were lighter weights than the pain of a doomed love between Eldar and Edain. Or so she had judged at the time.
It is one year since an impossible daughter from an impossible future wandered into Haleth's life, upending all Haleth's assumptions and calling that judgement into question. Many questions asked, and only some answered.
It is three months since Haleth sent a message with the aid of Finrod Felagund, asking Caranthir if he would meet her at a point midway between their homes. It is a month since she left the Haladin to ride for it, leaving her nephew in charge. He is young, but wise and strong, and however this excursion turns our the experience will be good for him. They are in a peaceful place, and he had advisors to keep him from misstepping too badly.
It is a month since Haleth set out, riding alone, as she always has stood alone, save perhaps for a period of a few months when an Elven king courted her, before she broke his heart.
And now she sits, roasting birds on a spit above a campfire, calmly waiting to see if he will meet with her.
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It is three years since she parted from Caranthir, after deliberately goading him into an argument she enflamed to be as bitter as possible. With his temper and her knowledge of him, it had not been difficult, for all his love of her. And at the time it had seemed the best thing, a way to break connection between them completely, and to perhaps also break his love for her. A cruel thing to do, and she had known it at the time. But a mortal love was a milestone he did not need around his neck. Her own heartbreak she could carry, and even the knowledge of having caused his; both were lighter weights than the pain of a doomed love between Eldar and Edain. Or so she had judged at the time.
It is one year since an impossible daughter from an impossible future wandered into Haleth's life, upending all Haleth's assumptions and calling that judgement into question. Many questions asked, and only some answered.
It is three months since Haleth sent a message with the aid of Finrod Felagund, asking Caranthir if he would meet her at a point midway between their homes. It is a month since she left the Haladin to ride for it, leaving her nephew in charge. He is young, but wise and strong, and however this excursion turns our the experience will be good for him. They are in a peaceful place, and he had advisors to keep him from misstepping too badly.
It is a month since Haleth set out, riding alone, as she always has stood alone, save perhaps for a period of a few months when an Elven king courted her, before she broke his heart.
And now she sits, roasting birds on a spit above a campfire, calmly waiting to see if he will meet with her.