Laurelindo was sitting in the middle of his own bags, a simple tent standing around him... So simple actually that it was ready to fall after not even 2 hours. He would have to do it properly in the morning... If he or anyone else really cared about it at the time that is.
His mind was replaying the day's events, beginning with the assembly of those who left Imladris that day :
Although he was among those ready to depart, Laurelindo had not been certain that his decision to go with the House of the Hammer was the best. He was not even in the House of the Harp yet and more than that even, he was not sure how he would react if his healing skills were needed but for a reason or another were not enough. They had lost too much already. And if he was not needed in a healer capacity, which would be for the best since it would mean the journey would have passed well, how could he help then ? He was not used to travelling with a group and even less to go in campaign with an army. What could he do to be useful for the group instead of a burden ?
Though...
Themodir, Daegond, Ancalasse, Kalluin, Celephindir and lord Veryacano of the House of the Hammer were to depart and act like a vanguard for the others who would follow. Telpenaro and Culufinnel, of the House of the Fountain were there too, and ready to move. Also lady Eliriael was ready to follow, as if it was the most natural thing there was.
Actually, the way everyone seemed to be unable to rein in their desire to move erased doubt from Laurelindo's mind. If by any chance his skills as a healer were not needed, he was sure to find something to do. Besides, he was waiting for an opportunity, a right time and a right reason to go back to Eregion for years. What a better reason for it than to help avenge the house which had his allegiance ?
And so the company left Imladris and began to ride through the Trollshaws, along the Bruinen and Laurelindo was silently listening to the conversations that were held. Being a minstrel often led one to hear more than he needed to, old habits, bad habits maybe, died hard.
There was something fascinating about Daegond. The elf was crazy. Sometimes dangerously so and sometimes just... Plain funny. Though maybe laughing about him may not be exactly the most clever thing to do. Anyway.
During the journey, before they even got close to the burnt post, Daegond seemed almost... Joyous while explaining the recent events and their march to war to one of his fellow elves. The whole situation was "good for business" he said. At least that was what Laurelindo heard.
When they passed the outpost, the whole group fell silent. The air was filled with sadness and determination to avenge what had been done there. Once they passed that point, a marching song was asked for. Again, Laurelindo stayed silent; the golden rule to a journey was to stay silent and discreet, though, maybe that didn't apply to a large group of traveling warrior, who knows...
A child song was sang then, but soon hushed as well for discretion's sake. What if the road was watched ?
While following the road to Eregion, an ambush fell on them. Strange men attacked by surprise, but luck was on their side and the only casualties were the attacking men.
Hours upon hours passed and they arrived in Gwingris under a starry night. They followed order to set the camp. Light fire, set up the tents. Well... set up the tents, more or less for Laurelindo.
A silent laugh shook Laurelindo as he watched the result of his quick work. No, he didn't really need a tent as such. He just needed a drape to cover the floor, only thing installed properly in fact and something to cover his things under the rain. However that night it wasn't raining and the thing he called a tent was barely needed. So it was barely standing as well. Laurelindo had just to hope that there would be no forceful wind that night, or the tent would fall. A slightly more serious air came to him then :
When most of the company was send on different tasks, it left Telpenaro, Eliriael and Laurelindo to wonder what to do precisely.
Telpenaro was then called by lord Veryacano and ordered to guard the supplies.
Meanwhile, Daegond came back to the small assembly, eating raw sausages, even offering to share for his sleep's sake. He wouldn't be able to sleep if the other's bellies were growling.
Was this even be healthy ?
To Eliriael apparent curiosity, Daegond noted that the sausages were good but a bit bloody. Then Daegond began explaining that the more important thing in the field was to be well fed to stay alive.
The memory made Laurelindo smile. Oh, it was not totally wrong, but... First, after having witnessed raw sausages being eaten, Laurelindo wasn't sure at all he wanted to eat meat of any kind, and second, being so close to his past home was not giving him any appetite... That would pass later. Though he'd stay away from Daegond's idea of a meal.
The quartermaster, lady Nirhen, joined them then. She had been delayed arranging supplies.
Eliriael offered to take care of Telpenaro's tent while he was keeping an eye on the supply store and Daegond. An offer which was accepted. She was almost finished with the tent when Laurelindo decided to take care of his own tent. More to set up his bags somewhere though.
Some discussions later, Laurelindo and Telpenaro were the only ones left still up and talking in the camp. Knowing he wouldn't find sleep this night, Laurelindo offered to replace Telpenaro while nobody _not even Daegond_ was up to steal in the supplies. So Telpenaro could get some rest and take up his task the next day.
And here he was, watching the stars while lying in his tent, proof of the lack of care he had while setting it, waiting for Telpenaro to decide if and when he would go and rest.
