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Linden hung his head and listened to Raven. He couldn't think of anything more appropriate to say than the elf's song, so he just listened with his heart and hoped that Pike knew how much he would be missed.
 
Terrick listened with bowed head as Raven sang the funeral song. Then he startled slightly as the "tree" spoke, looking up toward the ent. He'd heard tales of such creatures, but seeing one up close was a novelty indeed. But who knew what other mysteries and wonders the elf's island held.

And princess? Terrick wondered at that and, if Raven was indeed a princess among her people, why she was hiding here on an island by herself. But those were thoughts for another time...
 
Raven looked up at the ent and smiled at him.She spoke elvish to him then looked back to the men. "This is Treebeard. Treebeard this is Terrick and Linden, my friends."
 
Two months later...


The rescue party, sans Pike, had caught up with the caravan on it's way down the far side of the mountain pass. And the group managed to make it to the next town without further incident. The pass itself was, by now, covered in snow and ice and would be impassable until spring.

Terrick, wrapped in a heavy grey cloak, limped into the smokey tavern, still using a cane to help get around. He sat down at the bar and ordered an ale, then another. It was 2 months to the day since the fateful attack on the caravan and he thought about the men lost that day, downing the second ale in their honor.

He sighed, pondering what the spring would hold and about his promise to the elven princess...
 
Two months later...


The rescue party, sans Pike, had caught up with the caravan on it's way down the far side of the mountain pass. And the group managed to make it to the next town without further incident. The pass itself was, by now, covered in snow and ice and would be impassable until spring.

Terrick, wrapped in a heavy grey cloak, limped into the smokey tavern, still using a cane to help get around. He sat down at the bar and ordered an ale, then another. It was 2 months to the day since the fateful attack on the caravan and he thought about the men lost that day, downing the second ale in their honor.

He sighed, pondering what the spring would hold and about his promise to the elven princess...
Two months had passed since the men had left and Raven sat in one of the trees lining the edge of her island. She stared out over the water, watching the forest beyond. Many of her kindred had come, bringing their pets and their friends to end the threat the bandits and those that worked with them had brought to the woods. She glanced back, looking over the now teeming island and sighed, she had come to miss the sound of the common language men spoke.
"My Lady, it is time for the meeting" Raven heard and looked down to her cousin. She nodded and climbed down, taking her place as leader once again.
 

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