What do I know about the Lady Rainith? Now that I try to recall her, actually very little, yet in the short time that we have spent together I feel that she has become more open to me, or at least less close. Perhaps this is not the opportune time to write these 'observations', for I am sure that along the way I will learn more about all of my companions. For better or worse.
Out of all of those with me whom I call my friends, I find that Rainith is the most intriguing. To others she holds up a cold front, not easily broken, yet I see that she is a sad creature, and I pity her for it.
She is married to one Galdorion, a sculptor. I remember meeting him on some occasion and found him to be most queer. It surprises me that she should find herself suited to one such as he, yet it is not my place to judge the hearts of others. It is not unknown to me however, that Rainith and Galdorion have had problems between them of late. I could not say what or why, but I hazard that this is part of Rainith’s sadness.
Whilst she does not jest much, I find her amusing in my own right. She has an odd habit of wearing naught on her feet. Even now, I look at her and she walks about lightly, yet barefoot. This will stop, I have no doubt, once we start up the mountain for it is bitterly-cold up in the heights, and I fear we have tarried too long already and the weather is against us.
She is girt with only a simple sword, to my liking. Apparently some work of Estarfin’s, but I have not yet seen her use it. I am sure she will have the chance before the end of our journey.
As I write this, she is studying the ruined shell of the ancient building we have made our camp in, her face half-illuminated by the fire. She is beautiful, I suppose, and graceful after the manner of the Eldar, and pale, her skin even lighter when garbed in her usual black raiment. Her long brown hair falls to the small of her back.
She is wise too, after a fashion. She holds the position of Caun of our House, and as such bears responsibility of a kind and I respect her standing.
I realise now that she has grown dear to me, as if she were a sister I had never known.
A few days past I found myself asking her why she had resolved herself to accompany us on this journey. She seemed confused, taken aback almost. I explained that, I am here as a guide at Danel’s behest, that I have not long returned from Mirkwood and so, have recent knowledge of some of the paths under the trees.
Estarfin was with us because he was a stout warrior and his martial skills will be called upon on our road sooner or later. I hope it will be later. Also he and Danel have a shared past and it gives her some degree of comfort, I deem, that he is with us. To me also, for he is a great friend to me, though I worry about him. But that is not for this writing.
I confess that I do not see Parnard’s purpose coming with us either, yet most that strange fellow does confounds me. I suppose that he is a native of Mirkwood, and that later on his knowledge of that area may come in useful.
Rainith remained silent when I had finished and accused me of insinuating that she had no purpose amongst us. This was perhaps partly true, yet I did not mean it as a slight, I only wished to discover her reasons of coming with us. Eventually she told me only that she wished to aid Danel in her quest. I believe I must be content with this answer for now, yet I am no fool. There is something that she does not wish to tell me, and when I ask her she becomes distant and will not meet my gaze.
Regardless, I am glad she is here, for I count her amongst my friends, whether she knows that or not, and for my friends and the love I bear for them I shall do my utmost to keep her from harm.
