Gathering of the Fellowship

Searching



Cardigan and Flora stare up at Domeair in shock. “How do you know?” says Cardigan.

“From this book,” Domeair holds up the Helms Deep book. “My name was in it. Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you keep my past a secret?” she asks, her voice rising.

“For your own protection, Domeair. That’s why,” explains Flora.

“Well, I want to go to Mirkwood. That’s where i’m from, isn’t it?” Domeair asks.

“Yes Domeair, it is,” says Cardigan.

“So, I can go. I can go to Mirkwood, right?” says Domeair excitedly.

“Not yet. We need to tell you what happened,” says Cardigan.

An hour goes by as Cardigan and Flora tells Domeair everything. “So, they brought you here. So we could look after you,” says Cardigan.

“I lost my memory?” says Domeair.

“Yes, you were hit in the head by an orc. You were unconscious. For several days, too. You see, our son died in that battle. I was in that battle as well. I didn’t get to him in time. But, I’m retired now,” says Cardigan.

“You were a rider of Rohan? But now I see why you hide it from me,” says Domeair. “It would have all been a great shock. I wouldn’t have believed you.”

“You see Domeair,” says Cardigan. “If we had told you right away, you would want to do the same thing as now, go to Mirkwood and find out more about your past. We couldn’t let that happen.”

“So, you are letting me go to Mirkwood, right?” asks Domeair.

“Not yet. You need some things before you go there,” says Cardigan.

One week later and Domeair has everything she needs. Food, a bed, lots of arrows, and...

“A sword? Do I really need one?” asks Domeair.

“Yes, in case your bow and arrows fail you,” says Cardigan. “I had the sword smith make it specially for you, Domeair.”

Now Domeair, I want you to be careful and take of yourself. Take the route you planed out, nothing else. Do you understand?” says Flora holding back tears.

“I understand. Don’t worry, i’ll be fine,” says Domeair.

“Domeair I want you to have this. It was my father’s brooch,” Cardigan fastened a gold and silver brooch to Domeair’s cloak. The two metals swirled around each other making it look like a cloud.

“Thank you, Cardigan. It’s beautiful,” says Domeair.

Domeair hugs Cardigan then Flora, gets her bag and walks out of their house. She walks down the hill and through the gate, stopping and looking back at the two of them. Domeair waves, then turns and walks away.