Boots for a Burglar
"ieuw ieuw ieuw!" muttered Tourmalyn, while she sat on a rock trying to get the sticky stuff from between her toes.
She had just woken up, finding her campfire almost gone. She quickly grabbed some dry leaves to get it going again and ran to the fire. Halfway there she felt a cold, wet and squishy .... something crawl between her toes... she looked down and saw the goo she had stepped in... A slug... yikes! All of a sudden the boots mankind wore seemed very logical to her.
"Well, I seem to get closer to Bree, and I think I need to get me some boots there." She muttered to herself.
Having stirred the fire up, she went back to her bedroll and tried to get some sleep again. She must have fallen asleep at a certain point, because when she woke there was a dark haired elf sitting at her fireplace... the elf seemed to be sowing... That was a weird sight, and elf... sowing... at her campfire.
The elf spoke in a soft voice, sounding a bit raw, as if she didn't use her voice that much. "My name is Amrea, Tourmalyn."
Tourmalyn was a bit stunned by that.. the elf lady had known her name. "Hello Amrea, What are you doing?" she asked.
"I am travelling to the Halls of my kin, The Silver Blades, and I hoped you didn't mind that I made use of your fire for a while. I will trade you these boots for it." Amrea held up the boots she was sowing.
Only then spotted Tourmalyn the rabbit cooking over the fire. In a reflex she rubbed her belly and felt hungry as she smelled the herbs. "yes... yes... But only if I can have a bite of your breakfast too" Tourmalyn said
The elf nodded a single time. Tourmalyn couldn't help that the elf seemed somewhat rude, unlike the stories she had heard about elves. Then for a brief moment Tourmalyn met Amrea's eyes and saw the sorrow and pain of loss in those eyes.
Amrea held out the boots to Tourmalyn as if to ask if she would fit them. Tourmalyn took the boots and put them on. They fitted perfectly, this elf had made clothes for hobbits before.
Amrea took the rabit from the fire and gave most of it to Tourmalyn. "hmmmm" mumbled Tourmalyn while eating. "for an elf, you're a pretty good cook!"
"Have you met many elves?"
"Nope, you are the first."
"You will see more around Bree, you be carefull there, there's a lot of people there that mean harm."
"I can handle them."
"I am sure you can, but if you are lonely.. Go to this adress, They are friendly, helpfull people.."
Tourmalyn took the piece of paper Amrea held out to her.
"There's a meeting at december 29, I won't be there, but there will be friends."
Tourmalyn nodded, and put the paper into her backpack. "I might... "
When Tourmalyn looked up after putting the piece of paper in her bag, the elf was gone, leaving Tourmalyn with an adress and a new pair of boots.