Sailing Away…

Fit loaded her small bags into the elven boat mournfully. There was little she wanted to have to carry not knowing how long the journey might be. The ravens hopped into the boat and looked at her expectantly.  Slowly she turned and took a last look at the lovely land that had been home to her for these last years. Taibreamh was a special place with an air of peace and tranquility she had never known before. Suddenly she saw that the undines had gathered around the boat and were waving to her.” Lady, you must leave; you have little time to get away.”

The Land Flashes By

Fit pushed the boat off shore and jumped in, seating herself on the cushions in the stern. Raising her hand to the sylphs flitting through the air above her she called for the wind. It came in a gust filling the winglike sails and driving the small boat quickly before it across the sea towards Bree. As it danced across the waves, Fit turned one last time to look back at Taibreamh, then took a deep breath and looked steadfastly ahead. The lovely isle of Lothloriel flashed by and soon she was on open water. One of her raven friends jumped to the bow and acted as a lookout as the little boat sped along.

Raven Lookout

Images from the past threatened to overwhelm the elf druid as her boat glided swiftly forward. The River Lands had so completely become a refuge and a home after long years of roaming that her heart ached at the thought it was all destroyed. She remembered her training under Master Druid Jaekob; the discovery of her druid powers and the connection to the elements. Images of other times flashed across her memory: standing with the Master Druid against the demon that had captured their friend Kathena. And later exorcising the demon with her fellow druids to free the drow he had taken over. She wondered now if the demon had really been eliminated or was it his dark powers that had destroyed Shadowlands and now the rest of the River Lands.

Images Threaten Fit's Thoughts

A sylph dove down and hovered in front of her; “Lady, we have seen Lord Can leaving his ship and standing at the far edge of the Shire. His ship has gone on without him and changed course.” Fit regarded her ally with alarm, “Will you take me there; we must rescue him?” The sylph darted off to the east and Fit turned the boat to follow until the abandoned Shire came into view and she saw Can trudging along the shoreline heading towards Bree in the distance.

Can Waiting Near the Shore

Can turned and saw the elven craft approaching; he ran to the water’s edge and waved to her smiling broadly. “You come at a good time,” he shouted to her. Fit waved back and stopped the boat as close to the shore as she could. Can waded out, tossing his things into the bow and climbing in to sit on the cushions there. “I am extremely glad to see you, mo ghra,” he said as he settled himself. “Fiesty sent word that the ship from Taibreamh must go on to Fairehaven with her ships, but I knew I could not meet you if I stayed on board.”

Arrived at Bree

Fitheach called to the wind again, turning the boat back towards Bree and it leaped ahead; driving through the water more quickly and raising plumes of spray. Soon the docks at Bree hove into view and they could see a line of ships moving slowly away from the mooring and Fiesty standing alone on the dock waving sadly. She saw them coming and smiled. Can sprang from the boat as soon as it touched the land and ran to stand by Fiesty; they watched the boats head out together as Fit unloaded their gear and came to join them silently.