Post by Tallaith on Feb 1, 2009 13:08:51 GMT -5
Mae is sitting at the writing table in the front dining room of the Pony a few days after the confrontation with Ealdread, Ciaphias, and Cavanaugh.
Cavanaugh steps to the mid-commons, raising a brow and leaning slightly in an attempt to be sure the woman seated in the dining room is, indeed, Maewynne. He smiles. "Fair day, dear lady."
Maewynne glances up from her letter writing, a bit surprised. "I rather like rain but it makes it hard to find a dry spot to tend to my business outdoors." She gives Cavanaugh a polite curtsey. She begins tucking her papers away in a worn leather folio and slips her quill case into her bag.
Cavanaugh nods in agreement. "While indeed refreshing, it doesn't lend itself to ink and parchment."
Maewynne nods, smiling, and slips off her damp cloak.
Maewynne gestures to the bench and the seat by the fire. "Join me and warm yourself? Dry out a bit?"
Cavanaugh steps further into the room after a moment's hesitation. "I was relieved to receive your note. I admit I feared I'd done something unforgiveable and completely lost what little trust we'd developed between ourselves."
Maewynne blushes lightly and tries to meet his eyes for a moment. "You've done nothing, sir. The fault lies with me."
Cavanaugh shakes his head lightly, offering a warm smile. "I doubt that seriously. But then, I know so little about you." He gestures toward the seating area. "Perhaps we can remedy that situation?"
Maewynne looks a bit puzzled but nods.
Cavanaugh sits down by the fire and shifts his chair around to face her, setting his still empty wineglass on one broad arm of the chair. He fingers the stem of the empty glass, pursing his lips lightly before. "As you seem disinclined to accept wine, perhaps I could fetch something else for you from the front?"
Maewynne considers Cavanaugh for a long moment. "I'm not disinclined so to say. I just have little head for strong drink." She smiles demurely. "Though aye, I'd appreciate a drink greatly. Small beer or a lighter vintage, aye."
Cavanaugh smiles. "If wine was strong, I'd not partake, myself. I daresay it's much less...lethal..than the swill they serve here." He nods and stands. "I'll return momentarily then."
Cavanaugh extends his hand, in which he holds a glass of white wine. "The Innkeeper assures me this shouldn't linger." He retakes his seat and fills his own glass from the flask at his waist.
Maewynne smiles lightly and accepts the glass, warming it in both hands for a moment before taking a sip. She sighs contentedly. She takes another slower drink and turns her attention to Cavanaugh. "How is your trade? I think someday I should pay more mind to my own future and find some security myself."
Cavanaugh leaves his glass where it sits for now. "It goes well, thus far, and I've recently made an accord which should help significantly." He pauses then does take a small sip before continuing. "Security is something everyone strives for but few truly achieve."
Maewynne nods, looking Cavanaugh in the face more now than in any of their previous encounters. "True. I wonder what the best path for a lass such as myself would be to find at least a little. I'm not suited to become a wife, I think." She laughs.
Cavanaugh meets her gaze, holding it for a long moment before frowning lightly and forcing himself to look away to the liquid in his glass. "You're young yet. Don't discount your potential for giving someone the special companionship that marriage affords." He pauses. 'As for gaining security, it seems you have more than you know, if what I see of your friends is any indication." Again, a pause. "What more do you hope for than good friends and loyal?"
Maewynne laughs, her smile fragile. "I cannot hope for more though it seems my trust in them is misplaced at times when I face my darkest challenges. And a suitable wife would place her husband first before others. In my trade, as you could call it, everyone comes before myself. My mate would have to be happy with being second to both my calling and my obligations to my companions. Few would accept that."
Cavanaugh smiles at her laughter then shrugs. "Any man worth his honor would understand and support those obligations."
Maewynne conceals her astonishment with a blush and drops her eyes to her lap at last. She barely nods. "Aye. I don't meet many who think so though. I'm made to feel I'd better serve any man in a kitchen with a bairn in a basket by the hearth. My life is not to that point of comfort yet. Or... to be only another lass among many in a gentleman's calling list." She glances at Cavanaugh solemnly. "I wish for the first but not yet. It's too soon."
Cavanaugh nods after a moment. "Understandable. As I've said, you've barely started on the road toward what your life may become. Give yourself time and I'm certain you'll find where your true desires lie."
Maewynne laughs dryly, the sound a contrast to her usual warmth. "I feel much older than my years. At times I forget that." She goes silent for a moment, lost in her thoughts. She shakes herself almost visibly to attend to the conversation again, finishing her wine in a few rapid sips.
Cavanaugh smiles. "You've put yourself under great responsibility by taking the care of all your friends on your shoulders. Such a weight would make anyone feel aged." He watches her as she downs her drink then takes a sip of his own. "Perhaps, some day, you'll be enjoying a pleasant conversation and find that which you seek has been in front of you all along, unseen until that moment."
Maewynne actually pauses to consider Cavanaugh's statement, her brow furrowing as she sets her glass on the table.
Cavanaugh clears his throat lightly then takes another sip. "That man, Ealdread, perhaps?"
Maewynne gasps, barely missing concealing her shock by placing her hand over her mouth. She turns deep scarlet and looks to Cavanaugh. "I don't think he sees me in that way, sir. He's chivalrous but cares for me the same as any of his friends."
Cavanaugh nods then lifts one corner of his lips in a light satisfied smile. "So, merely over-protective against someone he saw as a potential threat." He nods once more as if in answer to his own question. "So, no one is held in such a place in your heart?"
Maewynne looks to Cavanaugh with wide eyes, clearly unsure what to say. "Am... I supposed to say I have? Because no. No one has found me suitable because of my obligations."
Cavanaugh shakes his head, sliding his fingers up to wrap his hand around the bowl of his wineglass. "A true shame. To have your view on closeness marred so early in life."
Maewynne frowns sincerely. "I don't think... What do you mean? I'm sorry..." She stammers for a moment and picks up her glass to take a sip, scowling lightly as she finds it exhausted.
Cavanaugh reaches to retrieve his flask, holding it up in offering.'A small sip only, I promise.'
Maewynne holds her glass up with no hesitation and nods. "Thank you. I won't spill it today, I promise."
Cavanaugh smiles widely and, despite his words, fills the glass halfway before putting the flask away. "As for my spoken regret, I merely meant it's a shame you've not met anyone who truly understands you and what you wish for yourself." He lifts his glass pausing a moment to meet her eyes before taking a sip.
Maewynne smiles and holds his gaze as she takes a sip of the wine, nodding in appreciation. "Thank you, sir. As always, this is lovely.' She laughs as she cradles the glass in both hands. "I have to admit, my tolerance for drink is poor. Odd from a brewer's daughter, I know."
Cavanaugh raises a brow, the smile lingering on his face. "Your father was a brewer?"
Maewynne nods, sipping her drink again. "Aye, a retired man of arms of Theoden King. He came here with my mother, who died when I was small. He remarried and opened an inn near Archet in the Chetwood." She smiles brightly. "I come from a simple place, sir. Imagine if you can what my first sight of Bree-Town was like! I'd never been to any place larger than tavern I grew up in. Right after I lost my family, that was. Almost two years ago." She shakes her head, turning the glass of wine in her hands slowly. "I've seen more now than I ever could have dreamed of. Beautiful and terrible things alike. I wouldn't trade my travels for anything. But I miss my home."
Cavanaugh shakes his head. "Tragedy and great responsibilty thrust upon you in so short a time. It's no wonder you struggle so." He looks up to her. "As I understand it, however, Archet is not so far a journey. Unless, of course, you mean the concept of home' and not the location, itself."
Maewynne smiles gently. "My home is gone now. I've been there since to visit. It burned while my little sister, Coltsfoot, and I hid in a cellar. I just wanted to see if anyone had claimed the land yet. So no. Not the place. My family, though."
Cavanaugh fingers the stem of his glass lightly. "And has the land been claimed?"
Maewynne shakes her head. "The frame of the Inn has even fallen to the earth now. I think no one wants a piece of land so tainted."
Cavanaugh lifts one corner of his lips into a smile. "You'd be surprised what value one can find in such land, if there's yet potential for profit."
Maewynne shrugs and finishes her wine, her cheeks pink from the drink. "I don't know anything about land or what can be done with it aside from what soil is best suited to crops. Perhaps I own the property. I never thought to persue it. I'm sure by now it's common property." She sighs softly as she settles her glass on the edge of the small table. She smiles now. "It was a beautiful stretch of rich land by the forest and the lakes. Coltsfoot and I both learned to swim there, something she still loves unlike the rest of her kindred. Well-suited to a house or inn, I daresay."
Cavanaugh nods then shrugs. "Who's to say what may fall your way, dear lady. As I said, your desires may yet be found hidden in clear view."
Maewynne laughs, her voice low and thick from the hint of drink. "So you keep telling me. I must be a blind lass, to miss what I want the most that is lingering right before my eyes." She grins sideways, forgetting to be demure for once.
Cavanaugh smiles. "You should do that more often. I find it much more pleasing than the lines of worry I've seen on your face far too often." He clears his throat and takes a sip of wine. "But, again, I overstep the boundaries. My apologies." He decides to change the subject. "Perhaps, when you've the time, you could show me this land you may yet own."
Maewynne laughs again. "No, sir. You've not overstepped anything. Actually... You've given me the urge to take a ride and look around for myself again." She nods with a grin.
Cavanaugh raises a brow, his expression hopeful. "I look forward to seeing it. When you've the time."
Maewynne judges the hour by the light in the window. "I'm always being called by my duties. Perhaps I should take some time for pleasure. Your company is welcome to me. I'm not sure if there are... still brigands and cutthroats on the way there." She lays her hand on her dagger. "I can care well for myself, mind you. But I'm approached less often when I have a gentleman companion, you see."
Cavanaugh frowns lightly. "We'll need to take care then. For while I carry a weapon, I fear I'm more bluster than blade. I'd likely cut myself before any brigand that might approach with ill intent."
Maewynne laughs. "I can care for you if I need to as well, sir. Don't worry about that."
Cavanaugh chuckles. "As long as you promise not to bandy the knowledge of my weakness about. After all, I /do/ need to wander these lands still."
Maewynne smiles at Cavanaugh, her eyes gleaming. "If you'd care to join me, I have a little while now. I need to gather a few things. It's quite a long ride. Would you like to meet me at the Bree Fairgrounds?"
Cavanaugh nods, smiling widely as he stands. "Of course." He picks up his glass and downs the remainder of wine then sets the glass on the small table.
Maewynne tilts her head in farewell. "I'll see you there then." She smiles. "It is a long ride so prepare yourself well for it, sir."
Cavanaugh bows lightly. "I'll be counting the moments, dear lady."
Maewynne colors and curtsies.
((They meet by the tent of dancing Hobbits at the Bree Festival Grounds.))
Maewynne pulls Katie to a halt with a shy smile. "Are you ready?"
Cavanaugh smiles widely at her approach, his gaze taking in her change of clothing. "Aye." He gestures toward the Hobbits as they begin to leave. "It never ceases to amaze me what little care the Periannath have for the troubles of this world.."
Maewynne nods. "Most of them, yes. I never came this far from home before or Coltsfoot may have met some of her own kind. Shall we?"
Cavanaugh says, 'After you, dear lady.'
((After a lengthy ride Mae pauses near some Arnorian ruins.))
Cavanaugh nods, glancing around. "I must've been truly grand at one time."
Maewynne looks back and to the right. "The inn was over that rise. The land ended just inside the forest, before the pond. And went nearly to the walls around Archet."
((They begin riding again and Mae pauses once more.))
Cavanaugh pulls his horse to a halt just as the steed overtakes and begins to pass her. He looks around and nods. "I can see how you'd miss this."
Maewynne nods. "My father chose well. There are more trees here than his homeland but still a good place to raise crops and horses." She points ahead. "There's a lake up here. Care to see?"
Cavanaugh nods. "Most definitely."
((They ride down to the lake shore.))
Maewynne pats Katie on the neck and turns her loose. She busies herself with laying a small fire.
Cavanaugh pauses on the rise, as if his attention is drawn to the view of the lake, though his gaze shifts briefly to the ruins below and a slow smirk crosses his features, wiped away quickly as he moves to follow her once more.
Maewynne slips off her cloak and settles down by the fire, her movements still a bit unsteady.
Cavanaugh dismounts then removes a small package from his saddle before sending the horse away to graze, instructing it to remain close.
Maewynne looks up with a smile. "Coltsfoot and I used to camp here when we were little lasses. My brother Kessler kept guard. We thought we were mighty adventurers though my father could whistle and we'd still hear it here."
Cavanaugh sits down near her and the fire then sets about opening the pack he held. "I took the liberty of bringing breakfast, seeing as we both missed dinner last eve."
Maewynne looks delighted. "That was kind of you, sir. I rarely carry anything but a bit of lembas." She stirs the fire and lets it burn out slowly. "The sun will rise soon and I won't need the heat."
Cavanaugh nods as she speaks, glancing around briefly. "I can see the appeal, certainly." He spreads out a small cloth and sets out biscuits, cheeses, two oranges, and dried meat. "I wasn't sure of the distance so didn't bring anything that might spoil." He then removes two glasses and a bottle of what appears to be milk. He grins and winks. "Can't have you falling from your horse on the ride back."
Maewynne nods. "Lovely land anyone would be proud to call home. The soils here aren't as rich as where I farm now in the Shire. Aye, and I don't want to battle that headache in the morning! I don't heal the hurts of foolishness."
Cavanaugh nods. "Aye, it seems the Valar have truly blessed the land of the Hobbits." He chuckles at her statement. "I don't blame you. Anyone injured through neglect or carelessness deserves to suffer."
Maewynne pauses as she reaches for an orange and turns to Cavanaugh, her merriment toning down a subtle notch. "I meant from things like drink, sir. Carelessness is not to be faulted."
Cavanaugh inclines his head slightly. "My mistake. And apologies." He fills both glasses halfway then takes a bite of his biscuit before falling silent.
Maewynne shrugs and smiles brightly again, trying to dismiss her scolding. "I am sorry myself. You didn't deserve to be chided. I suppose you'd have to understand my skills better. It's my own fault." She takes up the other glass and drinks deeply.
Cavanaugh nods. "No offense taken. I am curious, however, how you come by your...talents. I've not seen such beyond the Elves and those that carry the blood of Numenor in their veins."
Maewynne narrows her eyes in thought as she looks out over the water. "I never knew I had them myself. I'm not a pious lass or one with any great talents that would stand out." She sighs softly and takes up a biscuit, toying with it rather than actually eating it. "I learned that I had a talent for finding hurts and cures when I was very young. But no ability to heal as I do now. Only... a clue as to what to do." She watches the lake change slowly in the rising sunlight. "When I left home perhaps I discovered my... talent because I had to. Or die, likely. And more and more I learn to call for aid for my friends. People tell me the Valar look on me kindly, sir and gift me with such ability. Though it tires me greatly and makes me more likely to fall without protection myself." She quietly begins crumbling the biscuit in her lap, flushed in embarrassment.
Cavanaugh nods. "I can see how it could be both blessing and curse. Desire to help versus a feeling of obligation to do so, whether you truly wish it or not."
Maewynne smiles sheepishly and brushes the crumbs from her leggings. "I only find a hint of guidance from those who walked my path before me. The rest I have to make sense of myself. I wish often I was still at home on a simple path."
Cavanaugh glances up as the sky begins to lighten, though clouds remain, and wonders if it's going to rain again. He shakes his head. "Unfortunately, when you have any talent that others find useful, it's extremely difficult not to use it."
Maewynne nods. "I try to keep it to myself unless I have to. I heal with simples and the like as much as I can."
Cavanaugh smiles, looking over in an attempt to catch her gaze. "Then I find myself twice blessed that you chose to use your skills to heal my wounds."
Maewynne laughs and looks to her ruined breakfast. She finishes her milk and appraises the weather. She looks to Cavanaugh with wide eyes. "Your hurts were too serious not to attend, sir. You might have died if your lungs filled with blood. I cannot choose who I heal. I only know that I must do it."
Cavanaugh nods. "Perhaps so and you make my point by your words. To hide such a talent isn't possible. You feel obligated to use it for anyone in great need, whether friend or possible foe." He grins lightly at that, downs the rest of his milk with a grimace before setting about putting the rest of the food and cloth back into the pack.
Maewynne nods, her eyes on the lake. "Aye. Someday I'll come to regret my choices I'm afraid. But how can I say no to anyone who needs me? I wish often that I never came upon this... Talent." She begins to help Cavanaugh pack away the food, passing him the untouched breakfast. "I cannot think of myself as being like any other lass."
Cavanaugh looks over to her a long moment before turning his gaze, too, to the water. "You could hide it, I suppose. But, would you truly be happy if you did?" He continues to pack things up. "Even should you fail to help at least you would've tried." He lifts his gaze as the sun breaches the pass in the mountains beyond the lake, squinting a bit at its brightness.
Maewynne goes still and watches Cavanaugh quietly. "Does the light hurt your eyes, sir? And yes. I would be so unhappy to keep myself from acting. I like for folks I meet to never guess I *can* heal them." She holds up her hands, palms to the sky, and tilts them in a see-saw motion. "I can heal... And I can hurt through the grace of the Valar. Sometimes I do things that I never thought possible. Harm things, destroy them." She drops her eyes to the ground with this admission, looking as if she regretted saying the words aloud.
Cavanaugh shakes his head, though keeps it lowered a bit. When she makes that last admission, he looks over to her and nods. "I've met those that could do such things. But I hardly consider that a curse, when directed to those who deserve to be destroyed."
Maewynne sighs. "I rarely know if my choices are correct in who to heal and who to harm. I believe in balance at all times. There must be destruction and sorrow for there to be healing and joy. But why must I control both of them?!" She tries to smile and dismiss the thought. "I only wish to be a simple lass. As simple as I claim myself to be. I'm poor with a blade but with the Light of the Valar, I've never needed to be better."
Cavanaugh shrugs lightly. "You don't control who to harm. Those deserving of such choose for themselves. Your responsibility is only to mete out such acts when needed to protect the ones you care about.
Maewynne looks to Cavanaugh gratefully, her relief and appreciation evident in her every movement. Her eyes nearly beg him. "Where have you learned such kindness, sir? And how to accept others so quickly?"
Cavanaugh smiles warmly. "It's become a necessity, dear lady." He pauses then adds. "Perhaps the Valar have a hand in my life as well."
Maewynne tilts her head to the side, laughing behind her hand. "How so, sir?"
Cavanaugh shrugs. "It's my belief they, and Illuvatar, control all aspects of mens' lives, whether good or bad." He looks out over the water, his thoughts turning inward for a moment, bringing a slight frown to his features before he shakes the thoughts away. 'What we do with such influence makes us who we are.'
Maewynne plucks a long blade of grass and begins to braid it together idly as she thinks on this. "You've thought about this."
Cavanaugh nods. "Every day of my life." He pauses then smiles. "But, enough of that. Tell me more about you. A much more pleasant subject, I'm certain."
Maewynne shakes her head, blushing. "Not really of any interest to most. I have a plain life, or did. Now I travel."
Cavanaugh nods. "Then tell me of your adventures. I seldom see anything more exciting than a bar fight or some squabble over who has the better merchandise to trade."
Maewynne ties the blade of tender grass in knots and shreds it, throwing the pieces to be caught in the breeze from the water. "Pity we couldn't see the sun rise through the fog."
Cavanaugh looks up only briefly at the brightness despite the cloud cover and nods. "Perhaps another day."
Maewynne thinks for a moment, brushing her fingers lightly on her leggings. "I travel with a compulsion, as wiser folks would call it. I can't stop moving. I've seen many places. Men Erain is one of my favorites, though a sad place."
Cavanaugh says, 'How so.?'
Maewynne says, 'It's a ruined place. Tombs of kings and queens. Their names are on the tombs. You'd never know it to look from a distance though. The water of the lakes is shallow and pure, clear blue. Warm almost. And there are blooming willows there. So unlike the Barrows near here. Those noble folks died in peace perhaps? With no reason for punishment, to be condemned to wander.'
Cavanaugh nods. "Where great tombs sit, great men once lived.." He purses his lips. "Where might I find this place?"
Maewynne takes a battered leather journal from her little bag and pages through it. She displays a page to Cavanaugh, a hand-written map notated in girlish Westron in pencil. She points. 'Near Tinnudir. In Evendim.'
Cavanaugh leans over so that he can see the map then nods. "I have that location marked for future travel. I'll be sure to seek this place you describe when I go."
Maewynne smiles. "You should. It's lovely." She begins paging through her notes of her travels, each entry a careful log of who she met and what she did there. The book is so full she's written in the margins and inside the suede-lined covers. 'The only place I found little beauty or comfort was Angmar. I saw no chance for those lands to become sweet again.'
Cavanaugh returns the smile then gestures to the journal. "It seems you've traveled beyond your ability to record it." He nods. "I've heard of Angmar but have yet to visit or find need to do so."
Maewynne laughs and closes the book, carefully tucking it away. "I need to only get a larger journal. This was a gift so I keep it far past it's usefulness. Aye. I hear that of many places I see. As I said, I'm compelled to travel. Sometimes to places that frighten me.' She shakes her head. "No. I wish for diplomacy in all things. I don't know why I still roam so far and alone. I started becoming accustomed to the road when I first left my home because I had no choice. Now it's how I live. I wish I knew what I seek so I can hurry and find it!" She quietly casts her gaze down. "My greatest treasure and reward though is the people I meet on the way."
Cavanaugh nods as if in understanding. "To travel alone requires a strength few understand." He pauses. "But, I've no doubt you'll find what you seek if you continue to look so avidly."
Maewynne squints at the trees across the water. She smiles to herself as they waver in and out of view. "I'm not sure what you mean, sir. Do you know what I'm looking for? If you do, forgive me for being impolite in asking, could you tell me?" She laughs awkwardly.
Cavanaugh grins. "Why, you seek what most do, dear lady. You seek to find yourself. Who you truly are and what drives you to be the person you are or will become." He looks over to her.
Maewynne picks a small red clover from the grass and begins plucking the tiny buds from the blossom, nibbling on the ends before casting them aside. She returns his gaze at last, smiling faintly.
Cavanaugh says, 'And, unfortunately, none can tell you where the end of your journey is.'
Maewynne says, 'I am who I am. I accept that, though I change it seems a bit every day. Take my view of you, if you will.' Maewynne blushes to her neckline as she ploughs forward, forcing herself to speak. "I can hardly imagine you demanding that your man poison a young Hobbit lass. One who's loud and uncouth but good at heart."
Cavanaugh frowns deeply. "It was not on my order that Coltsfoot was poisoned. I thought I made that clear."
Maewynne nods slowly, her eyes dark. "Aye. I believe you now. But my friend.... Someone spoke otherwise. And advised me not to see you alone. He worries for my well-being."
Cavanaugh nods, pursing his lips as if in thought. "Understandable, under the circumstances. After all, they have only my word. The word of a stranger who /did/ play some part in Coltsfoot coming to harm, as much as I regret my part in it."
Maewynne seems as if she'd reach for his hand in comfort but stops herself. "Your solution worked, when any answers we thought of were only going to be for the shortest of times. I can only offer you thanks."
Cavanaugh shakes his head. "You've done so many times. There's no need to offer any more than you have." He pauses. "I only wish there was some way to convince your friends of my sincerity." He glances around a moment then nods as if to himself. "It would be a shame to let this land lie unused and unenjoyed. But, on the other hand, I'd not wish to see this spot discovered by too many others."
Maewynne nods with a soft sigh. "Aye. I would never wish to see a town here. My father let this meadow lay fallow for grazing. The only house about was the inn." She gestures to the woods. "We made our living by folks traveling from Archet, woodsmen in that stretch of the Chetwood, and the few other farmers around here. We almost never used our rooms we let out for the night."
Cavanaugh squints once more as the filtered sun rises higher. He gestures to his right. "I believe I'll move to the shade. Despite the breeze and clouds, the sun is far too warm. Care to join me?'
Maewynne smiles and slips into her cloak. "Of course, sir. There's little company here but I'm honored you want mine." Maewynne points ahead. "There's a pond there in the trees. Care to see it? We could ride there quickly."
Cavanaugh pauses before sitting then nods. "Of course." He calls his horse to him, sets the pack back against the saddle then mounts up. "After you."
Maewynne whistles for Katie.
((They ride into the forest and stop by a pond. They dismount.))
Maewynne smiles and looks to the little pond. "Lovely, aye?"
Cavanaugh nods in approval. "Aye. Very."
Maewynne says, 'A modest view but shady.' She laughs shyly.
Cavanaugh dismounts as well, sending his horse away, again with the order to stay close. 'Very nice, indeed. One would do well to have a house here on this hill with that view.'
Maewynne smiles dreamily. "Aye. My father's land ends just there, on the far side. We used to fish here when we were little, my brothers and I." She pauses. "Strange I almost never think of them now."
Cavanaugh nods. "You must've been very close to share the memories you have of them."
Maewynne laughs. "Well I'm the youngest of eight. All of them are lost to me now. But I was their baby sister, aye. They thought of Coltsfoot a bit the same, but... I was spoiled by them to be sure. They taught me all I know of combat." She takes off her cloak and folds it neatly, stowing it in her pack. She takes out a light, thin blanket and spreads it on the ground. "A fine place to talk, if my company doesn't bore you."
Cavanaugh grins. "I'm sure they were very protective of you and wanted to be certain you'd be able to take care of yourself later in life." He settles down beside her, quite a bit closer than by the lake.
Maewynne smiles and nods. She seems oblivious to Cavanaugh's closeness. "Aye, I was sheltered. It was hard for me to start out into the world alone." She looks around at the peaceable forest. 'This place welcomes me always. The darkness has not really reached it yet.'
Cavanaugh nods. "You seem to have managed quiet well, despite a few obstacles in your path." He then looks out across the lake. "You're blessed to have such a place to return to when the need arises."
Maewynne arches an eyebrow. "This is the second time in as many years that I've been here. I dream of it all the time though. As I said, I don't know if it's even mine. My father was not wealthy at all. The land may have been seized because taxes weren't paid or some other reason I don't understand." She sighs nearly silently. 'And as much as I love it, this place hurts me. I see my family everywhere here but can't talk to them or touch them. They're only memories.'
Cavanaugh looks over to her. "If you wish, I could make some inquiries. Surely, even with such ill memories, you'd prefer it remain untouched by others."
Maewynne looks very flustered as she seeks the correct response. At last she settles for shaking her head. "I have no money for such debts, sir. I..." She trails off, still shaking her head.
Cavanaugh waves his hand dismissively. "I wasn't suggesting you be made to pay for the land, should it have already been seized or purchased by another, though I doubt the latter as it lies unused still." He pauses and looks over to her. "I'd be honored to...consider it an investment to insure it remains unspoiled."
Maewynne gasps softly and blushes in crippling embarrassment. "That's too kind, sir. I could never ask you for that though. What use is land that you cannot rent out or build upon? The cost must be great! My father was a rich man in Rohan. He destroyed his wealth buying this property. We all grew up poor but with a lovely view." She goes silent, clasping her hands in her lap and studying them.
Cavanaugh shakes his head. "I'll not lie to you, dear lady. I see great potential here. Should I decide to purchase this land, I don't believe it would do you any disservice to possibly put it to the use it had long ago. Within reason, of course. And, should I gain a bit of profit by what eventually grows here, all the better.'
Maewynne smiles to herself, shivering a bit as she pulls her cloak from her bag and tucks it around her legs. She makes no move to find her horse though. She peeks at Cavanaugh from beneath her pale lashes. "The land here is kind when tended correctly. This is where I learned all my craft with growing things and how to coax them into good crops. The soil in the Shire is better, but hops thrive here."
Cavanaugh nods. "Then perhaps this land could do your father's memory proud by offering what it once did in his name."
Maewynne seems to have made a decision and nods as if to herself. "I would not advise you to do so for my sake, but this land would be likely worth the coin to buy. If you have enough to throw away more than thirty gold pieces on it, I imagine."
Cavanaugh grins. "A mere pittance, dear lady, I assure you." He shifts around just a bit to face her more squarely. "And what would you have the land called, should I decide to purchase it? Something to honor your father, perhaps?"
Maewynne looks to Cavanaugh in shock, trying to mask it quickly with a smile. "The Rohirrim do not use surnames. That is a tradition my father chose here to fit in better with the local Men. His name was Bram Wing. A play on the meaning. Bram means blackbird. If you thought to buy the land and name it to honour him, perhaps think on this. So that his memory will not pass away with myself and Coltsfoot. He fell... to save us. He was brave, sir." She holds up one slender finger to pause any reply. "BUT do not buy this land on my accord. If you love it then I cannot stop you. But I have no way to repay such kindness."
Cavanaugh nods. "Then it should have a name that honors him most certainly." He purses his lips in thought. "Bram Offrung." He nods as if satisified with the choice.
Maewynne almost protests this but pauses, looking confused. "What's Offrung?"
Cavanaugh looks over and smiles. "It means 'sacrifice'."
Maewynne takes a deep breath and nods slowly. She looks out over the pond and her voice is a whisper. "Your kindness is beyond merit, sir."
Cavanaugh starts to shake his head in protest but pauses as he finally notices the darkening of the sky. "I believe the land will pay for itself tenfold, so worry not about repayment." He looks over. "And, of course, feel free to visit here whenever you wish." He looks around them and to the hill behind. "A small dwelling would do well on this hill. Some place to stay beyond the rented beds in Bree."
Maewynne smiles and nods.
Cavanaugh chuckles. "We've still a items from breakfast, if you'd like me to fetch it."
Maewynne frowns lightly and begins searching her bag. "I've kept you here over-long, sir, and I didn't bring anything to eat but some lembas bread. There's nowhere close at hand either to make a camp or buy a meal."
Cavanaugh shakes his head. "Let me fetch my pack." He looks around a moment then calls his horse to him, retrieving the pack from the saddle before moving to sit by her once more. He settles on the ground and begins rummaging through the pack, setting biscuits, dried meat and the last orange on the edge of their blanket.
Maewynne smiles, delighted. "You're well prepared, sir."
Cavanaugh grins. "Always," he winks. He removes his gauntlets and begins to peel the orange. "When you travel as often as I do, you learn to bring at least one meal with you."
Maewynne nods. "Aye, I keep a bit of lembas handy because I never know where I'll be one day to the next. Anything else seems too much to travel swiftly with, and my bags are always over-full with herbs and things for simples."
Cavanaugh breaks off a wedge of the orange, hesitating a moment before holding it out toward her lips and grinning widely.
Maewynne hesitates, flushing deeply. She awkwardly looks to him questioningly.
Cavanaugh raises a brow. "Not to your liking?" He pauses, still holding the fruit close to her mouth. "I find it very satisfying, myself."
Maewynne pauses again, wide-eyed as she takes a delicate bite. She shrinks back and laughs. "Very much to my liking, sir. I've only had oranges rarely before now. They're too costly for me."
Cavanaugh nods as he draws the rest away to slip into his own mouth. He chews and swallows quickly. "I was excited to find these in Imladris. It seems they're quite the rare commodity and I daresay they'd do well in the east. I've managed to procure several supplies of seed in the hopes of starting orchards on the mainland beyond Esgaroth."
Maewynne nods slowly, savoring the flavor. "I like these better than strawberries, my favorite." She smiles softly at Cavanaugh. "You could do well to grow oranges, sir. I imagine they smell sweet on the vine... Or tree, is it?" She blushes and shrugs. "Regardless, you could make a good sum growing them in a sunny place, I imagine."
Cavanaugh returns the smile. "They grow on trees, like apples, and I believe I already know a good piece of land that they'd do well on." He pauses then sighs deeply. "However, as much as I've truly enjoyed your company and would like nothing more than to sit here further, discussing life and oranges.." He grins. "..I believe I should see you back to Bree before your people find reason to question your judgment of my motives further." He stands and extends his hand to help her to her feet.
Maewynne takes his hand and stands with a warm smile. "I don't think they've missed me. And no one knew I came here, let alone with you. I'm just sorry to part company with you." She keeps her hand in his for a long moment, faintly tracing his thumb and palm with one fingertip.
Cavanaugh 's smile widens and warms as he continues to hold her hand, raising his other to touch her face lightly. "As I am yours, dear lady." He shifts his gaze to her lips a moment then drops his hand from her face and lifts hers to his lips, brushing a kiss along the top of it.
Maewynne smiles widely and bobs in a small curtsey. "I hope we will chat again soon, sir. My regard is always yours for this day." She laughs a bit. "And evening."
Cavanaugh inclines his head slightly, releasing her hand and stepping back from her. He pauses only a moment before calling his horse to his side.
Maewynne smiles and looks out over the pond. She lifts a hand in a small wave and tries to look uncaring.
Cavanaugh smiles once more then touches the horse's flanks and heads off into the night.
Maewynne watches Cavanaugh's departure with a slow sigh from beneath her hair.
Cavanaugh steps to the mid-commons, raising a brow and leaning slightly in an attempt to be sure the woman seated in the dining room is, indeed, Maewynne. He smiles. "Fair day, dear lady."
Maewynne glances up from her letter writing, a bit surprised. "I rather like rain but it makes it hard to find a dry spot to tend to my business outdoors." She gives Cavanaugh a polite curtsey. She begins tucking her papers away in a worn leather folio and slips her quill case into her bag.
Cavanaugh nods in agreement. "While indeed refreshing, it doesn't lend itself to ink and parchment."
Maewynne nods, smiling, and slips off her damp cloak.
Maewynne gestures to the bench and the seat by the fire. "Join me and warm yourself? Dry out a bit?"
Cavanaugh steps further into the room after a moment's hesitation. "I was relieved to receive your note. I admit I feared I'd done something unforgiveable and completely lost what little trust we'd developed between ourselves."
Maewynne blushes lightly and tries to meet his eyes for a moment. "You've done nothing, sir. The fault lies with me."
Cavanaugh shakes his head lightly, offering a warm smile. "I doubt that seriously. But then, I know so little about you." He gestures toward the seating area. "Perhaps we can remedy that situation?"
Maewynne looks a bit puzzled but nods.
Cavanaugh sits down by the fire and shifts his chair around to face her, setting his still empty wineglass on one broad arm of the chair. He fingers the stem of the empty glass, pursing his lips lightly before. "As you seem disinclined to accept wine, perhaps I could fetch something else for you from the front?"
Maewynne considers Cavanaugh for a long moment. "I'm not disinclined so to say. I just have little head for strong drink." She smiles demurely. "Though aye, I'd appreciate a drink greatly. Small beer or a lighter vintage, aye."
Cavanaugh smiles. "If wine was strong, I'd not partake, myself. I daresay it's much less...lethal..than the swill they serve here." He nods and stands. "I'll return momentarily then."
Cavanaugh extends his hand, in which he holds a glass of white wine. "The Innkeeper assures me this shouldn't linger." He retakes his seat and fills his own glass from the flask at his waist.
Maewynne smiles lightly and accepts the glass, warming it in both hands for a moment before taking a sip. She sighs contentedly. She takes another slower drink and turns her attention to Cavanaugh. "How is your trade? I think someday I should pay more mind to my own future and find some security myself."
Cavanaugh leaves his glass where it sits for now. "It goes well, thus far, and I've recently made an accord which should help significantly." He pauses then does take a small sip before continuing. "Security is something everyone strives for but few truly achieve."
Maewynne nods, looking Cavanaugh in the face more now than in any of their previous encounters. "True. I wonder what the best path for a lass such as myself would be to find at least a little. I'm not suited to become a wife, I think." She laughs.
Cavanaugh meets her gaze, holding it for a long moment before frowning lightly and forcing himself to look away to the liquid in his glass. "You're young yet. Don't discount your potential for giving someone the special companionship that marriage affords." He pauses. 'As for gaining security, it seems you have more than you know, if what I see of your friends is any indication." Again, a pause. "What more do you hope for than good friends and loyal?"
Maewynne laughs, her smile fragile. "I cannot hope for more though it seems my trust in them is misplaced at times when I face my darkest challenges. And a suitable wife would place her husband first before others. In my trade, as you could call it, everyone comes before myself. My mate would have to be happy with being second to both my calling and my obligations to my companions. Few would accept that."
Cavanaugh smiles at her laughter then shrugs. "Any man worth his honor would understand and support those obligations."
Maewynne conceals her astonishment with a blush and drops her eyes to her lap at last. She barely nods. "Aye. I don't meet many who think so though. I'm made to feel I'd better serve any man in a kitchen with a bairn in a basket by the hearth. My life is not to that point of comfort yet. Or... to be only another lass among many in a gentleman's calling list." She glances at Cavanaugh solemnly. "I wish for the first but not yet. It's too soon."
Cavanaugh nods after a moment. "Understandable. As I've said, you've barely started on the road toward what your life may become. Give yourself time and I'm certain you'll find where your true desires lie."
Maewynne laughs dryly, the sound a contrast to her usual warmth. "I feel much older than my years. At times I forget that." She goes silent for a moment, lost in her thoughts. She shakes herself almost visibly to attend to the conversation again, finishing her wine in a few rapid sips.
Cavanaugh smiles. "You've put yourself under great responsibility by taking the care of all your friends on your shoulders. Such a weight would make anyone feel aged." He watches her as she downs her drink then takes a sip of his own. "Perhaps, some day, you'll be enjoying a pleasant conversation and find that which you seek has been in front of you all along, unseen until that moment."
Maewynne actually pauses to consider Cavanaugh's statement, her brow furrowing as she sets her glass on the table.
Cavanaugh clears his throat lightly then takes another sip. "That man, Ealdread, perhaps?"
Maewynne gasps, barely missing concealing her shock by placing her hand over her mouth. She turns deep scarlet and looks to Cavanaugh. "I don't think he sees me in that way, sir. He's chivalrous but cares for me the same as any of his friends."
Cavanaugh nods then lifts one corner of his lips in a light satisfied smile. "So, merely over-protective against someone he saw as a potential threat." He nods once more as if in answer to his own question. "So, no one is held in such a place in your heart?"
Maewynne looks to Cavanaugh with wide eyes, clearly unsure what to say. "Am... I supposed to say I have? Because no. No one has found me suitable because of my obligations."
Cavanaugh shakes his head, sliding his fingers up to wrap his hand around the bowl of his wineglass. "A true shame. To have your view on closeness marred so early in life."
Maewynne frowns sincerely. "I don't think... What do you mean? I'm sorry..." She stammers for a moment and picks up her glass to take a sip, scowling lightly as she finds it exhausted.
Cavanaugh reaches to retrieve his flask, holding it up in offering.'A small sip only, I promise.'
Maewynne holds her glass up with no hesitation and nods. "Thank you. I won't spill it today, I promise."
Cavanaugh smiles widely and, despite his words, fills the glass halfway before putting the flask away. "As for my spoken regret, I merely meant it's a shame you've not met anyone who truly understands you and what you wish for yourself." He lifts his glass pausing a moment to meet her eyes before taking a sip.
Maewynne smiles and holds his gaze as she takes a sip of the wine, nodding in appreciation. "Thank you, sir. As always, this is lovely.' She laughs as she cradles the glass in both hands. "I have to admit, my tolerance for drink is poor. Odd from a brewer's daughter, I know."
Cavanaugh raises a brow, the smile lingering on his face. "Your father was a brewer?"
Maewynne nods, sipping her drink again. "Aye, a retired man of arms of Theoden King. He came here with my mother, who died when I was small. He remarried and opened an inn near Archet in the Chetwood." She smiles brightly. "I come from a simple place, sir. Imagine if you can what my first sight of Bree-Town was like! I'd never been to any place larger than tavern I grew up in. Right after I lost my family, that was. Almost two years ago." She shakes her head, turning the glass of wine in her hands slowly. "I've seen more now than I ever could have dreamed of. Beautiful and terrible things alike. I wouldn't trade my travels for anything. But I miss my home."
Cavanaugh shakes his head. "Tragedy and great responsibilty thrust upon you in so short a time. It's no wonder you struggle so." He looks up to her. "As I understand it, however, Archet is not so far a journey. Unless, of course, you mean the concept of home' and not the location, itself."
Maewynne smiles gently. "My home is gone now. I've been there since to visit. It burned while my little sister, Coltsfoot, and I hid in a cellar. I just wanted to see if anyone had claimed the land yet. So no. Not the place. My family, though."
Cavanaugh fingers the stem of his glass lightly. "And has the land been claimed?"
Maewynne shakes her head. "The frame of the Inn has even fallen to the earth now. I think no one wants a piece of land so tainted."
Cavanaugh lifts one corner of his lips into a smile. "You'd be surprised what value one can find in such land, if there's yet potential for profit."
Maewynne shrugs and finishes her wine, her cheeks pink from the drink. "I don't know anything about land or what can be done with it aside from what soil is best suited to crops. Perhaps I own the property. I never thought to persue it. I'm sure by now it's common property." She sighs softly as she settles her glass on the edge of the small table. She smiles now. "It was a beautiful stretch of rich land by the forest and the lakes. Coltsfoot and I both learned to swim there, something she still loves unlike the rest of her kindred. Well-suited to a house or inn, I daresay."
Cavanaugh nods then shrugs. "Who's to say what may fall your way, dear lady. As I said, your desires may yet be found hidden in clear view."
Maewynne laughs, her voice low and thick from the hint of drink. "So you keep telling me. I must be a blind lass, to miss what I want the most that is lingering right before my eyes." She grins sideways, forgetting to be demure for once.
Cavanaugh smiles. "You should do that more often. I find it much more pleasing than the lines of worry I've seen on your face far too often." He clears his throat and takes a sip of wine. "But, again, I overstep the boundaries. My apologies." He decides to change the subject. "Perhaps, when you've the time, you could show me this land you may yet own."
Maewynne laughs again. "No, sir. You've not overstepped anything. Actually... You've given me the urge to take a ride and look around for myself again." She nods with a grin.
Cavanaugh raises a brow, his expression hopeful. "I look forward to seeing it. When you've the time."
Maewynne judges the hour by the light in the window. "I'm always being called by my duties. Perhaps I should take some time for pleasure. Your company is welcome to me. I'm not sure if there are... still brigands and cutthroats on the way there." She lays her hand on her dagger. "I can care well for myself, mind you. But I'm approached less often when I have a gentleman companion, you see."
Cavanaugh frowns lightly. "We'll need to take care then. For while I carry a weapon, I fear I'm more bluster than blade. I'd likely cut myself before any brigand that might approach with ill intent."
Maewynne laughs. "I can care for you if I need to as well, sir. Don't worry about that."
Cavanaugh chuckles. "As long as you promise not to bandy the knowledge of my weakness about. After all, I /do/ need to wander these lands still."
Maewynne smiles at Cavanaugh, her eyes gleaming. "If you'd care to join me, I have a little while now. I need to gather a few things. It's quite a long ride. Would you like to meet me at the Bree Fairgrounds?"
Cavanaugh nods, smiling widely as he stands. "Of course." He picks up his glass and downs the remainder of wine then sets the glass on the small table.
Maewynne tilts her head in farewell. "I'll see you there then." She smiles. "It is a long ride so prepare yourself well for it, sir."
Cavanaugh bows lightly. "I'll be counting the moments, dear lady."
Maewynne colors and curtsies.
((They meet by the tent of dancing Hobbits at the Bree Festival Grounds.))
Maewynne pulls Katie to a halt with a shy smile. "Are you ready?"
Cavanaugh smiles widely at her approach, his gaze taking in her change of clothing. "Aye." He gestures toward the Hobbits as they begin to leave. "It never ceases to amaze me what little care the Periannath have for the troubles of this world.."
Maewynne nods. "Most of them, yes. I never came this far from home before or Coltsfoot may have met some of her own kind. Shall we?"
Cavanaugh says, 'After you, dear lady.'
((After a lengthy ride Mae pauses near some Arnorian ruins.))
Cavanaugh nods, glancing around. "I must've been truly grand at one time."
Maewynne looks back and to the right. "The inn was over that rise. The land ended just inside the forest, before the pond. And went nearly to the walls around Archet."
((They begin riding again and Mae pauses once more.))
Cavanaugh pulls his horse to a halt just as the steed overtakes and begins to pass her. He looks around and nods. "I can see how you'd miss this."
Maewynne nods. "My father chose well. There are more trees here than his homeland but still a good place to raise crops and horses." She points ahead. "There's a lake up here. Care to see?"
Cavanaugh nods. "Most definitely."
((They ride down to the lake shore.))
Maewynne pats Katie on the neck and turns her loose. She busies herself with laying a small fire.
Cavanaugh pauses on the rise, as if his attention is drawn to the view of the lake, though his gaze shifts briefly to the ruins below and a slow smirk crosses his features, wiped away quickly as he moves to follow her once more.
Maewynne slips off her cloak and settles down by the fire, her movements still a bit unsteady.
Cavanaugh dismounts then removes a small package from his saddle before sending the horse away to graze, instructing it to remain close.
Maewynne looks up with a smile. "Coltsfoot and I used to camp here when we were little lasses. My brother Kessler kept guard. We thought we were mighty adventurers though my father could whistle and we'd still hear it here."
Cavanaugh sits down near her and the fire then sets about opening the pack he held. "I took the liberty of bringing breakfast, seeing as we both missed dinner last eve."
Maewynne looks delighted. "That was kind of you, sir. I rarely carry anything but a bit of lembas." She stirs the fire and lets it burn out slowly. "The sun will rise soon and I won't need the heat."
Cavanaugh nods as she speaks, glancing around briefly. "I can see the appeal, certainly." He spreads out a small cloth and sets out biscuits, cheeses, two oranges, and dried meat. "I wasn't sure of the distance so didn't bring anything that might spoil." He then removes two glasses and a bottle of what appears to be milk. He grins and winks. "Can't have you falling from your horse on the ride back."
Maewynne nods. "Lovely land anyone would be proud to call home. The soils here aren't as rich as where I farm now in the Shire. Aye, and I don't want to battle that headache in the morning! I don't heal the hurts of foolishness."
Cavanaugh nods. "Aye, it seems the Valar have truly blessed the land of the Hobbits." He chuckles at her statement. "I don't blame you. Anyone injured through neglect or carelessness deserves to suffer."
Maewynne pauses as she reaches for an orange and turns to Cavanaugh, her merriment toning down a subtle notch. "I meant from things like drink, sir. Carelessness is not to be faulted."
Cavanaugh inclines his head slightly. "My mistake. And apologies." He fills both glasses halfway then takes a bite of his biscuit before falling silent.
Maewynne shrugs and smiles brightly again, trying to dismiss her scolding. "I am sorry myself. You didn't deserve to be chided. I suppose you'd have to understand my skills better. It's my own fault." She takes up the other glass and drinks deeply.
Cavanaugh nods. "No offense taken. I am curious, however, how you come by your...talents. I've not seen such beyond the Elves and those that carry the blood of Numenor in their veins."
Maewynne narrows her eyes in thought as she looks out over the water. "I never knew I had them myself. I'm not a pious lass or one with any great talents that would stand out." She sighs softly and takes up a biscuit, toying with it rather than actually eating it. "I learned that I had a talent for finding hurts and cures when I was very young. But no ability to heal as I do now. Only... a clue as to what to do." She watches the lake change slowly in the rising sunlight. "When I left home perhaps I discovered my... talent because I had to. Or die, likely. And more and more I learn to call for aid for my friends. People tell me the Valar look on me kindly, sir and gift me with such ability. Though it tires me greatly and makes me more likely to fall without protection myself." She quietly begins crumbling the biscuit in her lap, flushed in embarrassment.
Cavanaugh nods. "I can see how it could be both blessing and curse. Desire to help versus a feeling of obligation to do so, whether you truly wish it or not."
Maewynne smiles sheepishly and brushes the crumbs from her leggings. "I only find a hint of guidance from those who walked my path before me. The rest I have to make sense of myself. I wish often I was still at home on a simple path."
Cavanaugh glances up as the sky begins to lighten, though clouds remain, and wonders if it's going to rain again. He shakes his head. "Unfortunately, when you have any talent that others find useful, it's extremely difficult not to use it."
Maewynne nods. "I try to keep it to myself unless I have to. I heal with simples and the like as much as I can."
Cavanaugh smiles, looking over in an attempt to catch her gaze. "Then I find myself twice blessed that you chose to use your skills to heal my wounds."
Maewynne laughs and looks to her ruined breakfast. She finishes her milk and appraises the weather. She looks to Cavanaugh with wide eyes. "Your hurts were too serious not to attend, sir. You might have died if your lungs filled with blood. I cannot choose who I heal. I only know that I must do it."
Cavanaugh nods. "Perhaps so and you make my point by your words. To hide such a talent isn't possible. You feel obligated to use it for anyone in great need, whether friend or possible foe." He grins lightly at that, downs the rest of his milk with a grimace before setting about putting the rest of the food and cloth back into the pack.
Maewynne nods, her eyes on the lake. "Aye. Someday I'll come to regret my choices I'm afraid. But how can I say no to anyone who needs me? I wish often that I never came upon this... Talent." She begins to help Cavanaugh pack away the food, passing him the untouched breakfast. "I cannot think of myself as being like any other lass."
Cavanaugh looks over to her a long moment before turning his gaze, too, to the water. "You could hide it, I suppose. But, would you truly be happy if you did?" He continues to pack things up. "Even should you fail to help at least you would've tried." He lifts his gaze as the sun breaches the pass in the mountains beyond the lake, squinting a bit at its brightness.
Maewynne goes still and watches Cavanaugh quietly. "Does the light hurt your eyes, sir? And yes. I would be so unhappy to keep myself from acting. I like for folks I meet to never guess I *can* heal them." She holds up her hands, palms to the sky, and tilts them in a see-saw motion. "I can heal... And I can hurt through the grace of the Valar. Sometimes I do things that I never thought possible. Harm things, destroy them." She drops her eyes to the ground with this admission, looking as if she regretted saying the words aloud.
Cavanaugh shakes his head, though keeps it lowered a bit. When she makes that last admission, he looks over to her and nods. "I've met those that could do such things. But I hardly consider that a curse, when directed to those who deserve to be destroyed."
Maewynne sighs. "I rarely know if my choices are correct in who to heal and who to harm. I believe in balance at all times. There must be destruction and sorrow for there to be healing and joy. But why must I control both of them?!" She tries to smile and dismiss the thought. "I only wish to be a simple lass. As simple as I claim myself to be. I'm poor with a blade but with the Light of the Valar, I've never needed to be better."
Cavanaugh shrugs lightly. "You don't control who to harm. Those deserving of such choose for themselves. Your responsibility is only to mete out such acts when needed to protect the ones you care about.
Maewynne looks to Cavanaugh gratefully, her relief and appreciation evident in her every movement. Her eyes nearly beg him. "Where have you learned such kindness, sir? And how to accept others so quickly?"
Cavanaugh smiles warmly. "It's become a necessity, dear lady." He pauses then adds. "Perhaps the Valar have a hand in my life as well."
Maewynne tilts her head to the side, laughing behind her hand. "How so, sir?"
Cavanaugh shrugs. "It's my belief they, and Illuvatar, control all aspects of mens' lives, whether good or bad." He looks out over the water, his thoughts turning inward for a moment, bringing a slight frown to his features before he shakes the thoughts away. 'What we do with such influence makes us who we are.'
Maewynne plucks a long blade of grass and begins to braid it together idly as she thinks on this. "You've thought about this."
Cavanaugh nods. "Every day of my life." He pauses then smiles. "But, enough of that. Tell me more about you. A much more pleasant subject, I'm certain."
Maewynne shakes her head, blushing. "Not really of any interest to most. I have a plain life, or did. Now I travel."
Cavanaugh nods. "Then tell me of your adventures. I seldom see anything more exciting than a bar fight or some squabble over who has the better merchandise to trade."
Maewynne ties the blade of tender grass in knots and shreds it, throwing the pieces to be caught in the breeze from the water. "Pity we couldn't see the sun rise through the fog."
Cavanaugh looks up only briefly at the brightness despite the cloud cover and nods. "Perhaps another day."
Maewynne thinks for a moment, brushing her fingers lightly on her leggings. "I travel with a compulsion, as wiser folks would call it. I can't stop moving. I've seen many places. Men Erain is one of my favorites, though a sad place."
Cavanaugh says, 'How so.?'
Maewynne says, 'It's a ruined place. Tombs of kings and queens. Their names are on the tombs. You'd never know it to look from a distance though. The water of the lakes is shallow and pure, clear blue. Warm almost. And there are blooming willows there. So unlike the Barrows near here. Those noble folks died in peace perhaps? With no reason for punishment, to be condemned to wander.'
Cavanaugh nods. "Where great tombs sit, great men once lived.." He purses his lips. "Where might I find this place?"
Maewynne takes a battered leather journal from her little bag and pages through it. She displays a page to Cavanaugh, a hand-written map notated in girlish Westron in pencil. She points. 'Near Tinnudir. In Evendim.'
Cavanaugh leans over so that he can see the map then nods. "I have that location marked for future travel. I'll be sure to seek this place you describe when I go."
Maewynne smiles. "You should. It's lovely." She begins paging through her notes of her travels, each entry a careful log of who she met and what she did there. The book is so full she's written in the margins and inside the suede-lined covers. 'The only place I found little beauty or comfort was Angmar. I saw no chance for those lands to become sweet again.'
Cavanaugh returns the smile then gestures to the journal. "It seems you've traveled beyond your ability to record it." He nods. "I've heard of Angmar but have yet to visit or find need to do so."
Maewynne laughs and closes the book, carefully tucking it away. "I need to only get a larger journal. This was a gift so I keep it far past it's usefulness. Aye. I hear that of many places I see. As I said, I'm compelled to travel. Sometimes to places that frighten me.' She shakes her head. "No. I wish for diplomacy in all things. I don't know why I still roam so far and alone. I started becoming accustomed to the road when I first left my home because I had no choice. Now it's how I live. I wish I knew what I seek so I can hurry and find it!" She quietly casts her gaze down. "My greatest treasure and reward though is the people I meet on the way."
Cavanaugh nods as if in understanding. "To travel alone requires a strength few understand." He pauses. "But, I've no doubt you'll find what you seek if you continue to look so avidly."
Maewynne squints at the trees across the water. She smiles to herself as they waver in and out of view. "I'm not sure what you mean, sir. Do you know what I'm looking for? If you do, forgive me for being impolite in asking, could you tell me?" She laughs awkwardly.
Cavanaugh grins. "Why, you seek what most do, dear lady. You seek to find yourself. Who you truly are and what drives you to be the person you are or will become." He looks over to her.
Maewynne picks a small red clover from the grass and begins plucking the tiny buds from the blossom, nibbling on the ends before casting them aside. She returns his gaze at last, smiling faintly.
Cavanaugh says, 'And, unfortunately, none can tell you where the end of your journey is.'
Maewynne says, 'I am who I am. I accept that, though I change it seems a bit every day. Take my view of you, if you will.' Maewynne blushes to her neckline as she ploughs forward, forcing herself to speak. "I can hardly imagine you demanding that your man poison a young Hobbit lass. One who's loud and uncouth but good at heart."
Cavanaugh frowns deeply. "It was not on my order that Coltsfoot was poisoned. I thought I made that clear."
Maewynne nods slowly, her eyes dark. "Aye. I believe you now. But my friend.... Someone spoke otherwise. And advised me not to see you alone. He worries for my well-being."
Cavanaugh nods, pursing his lips as if in thought. "Understandable, under the circumstances. After all, they have only my word. The word of a stranger who /did/ play some part in Coltsfoot coming to harm, as much as I regret my part in it."
Maewynne seems as if she'd reach for his hand in comfort but stops herself. "Your solution worked, when any answers we thought of were only going to be for the shortest of times. I can only offer you thanks."
Cavanaugh shakes his head. "You've done so many times. There's no need to offer any more than you have." He pauses. "I only wish there was some way to convince your friends of my sincerity." He glances around a moment then nods as if to himself. "It would be a shame to let this land lie unused and unenjoyed. But, on the other hand, I'd not wish to see this spot discovered by too many others."
Maewynne nods with a soft sigh. "Aye. I would never wish to see a town here. My father let this meadow lay fallow for grazing. The only house about was the inn." She gestures to the woods. "We made our living by folks traveling from Archet, woodsmen in that stretch of the Chetwood, and the few other farmers around here. We almost never used our rooms we let out for the night."
Cavanaugh squints once more as the filtered sun rises higher. He gestures to his right. "I believe I'll move to the shade. Despite the breeze and clouds, the sun is far too warm. Care to join me?'
Maewynne smiles and slips into her cloak. "Of course, sir. There's little company here but I'm honored you want mine." Maewynne points ahead. "There's a pond there in the trees. Care to see it? We could ride there quickly."
Cavanaugh pauses before sitting then nods. "Of course." He calls his horse to him, sets the pack back against the saddle then mounts up. "After you."
Maewynne whistles for Katie.
((They ride into the forest and stop by a pond. They dismount.))
Maewynne smiles and looks to the little pond. "Lovely, aye?"
Cavanaugh nods in approval. "Aye. Very."
Maewynne says, 'A modest view but shady.' She laughs shyly.
Cavanaugh dismounts as well, sending his horse away, again with the order to stay close. 'Very nice, indeed. One would do well to have a house here on this hill with that view.'
Maewynne smiles dreamily. "Aye. My father's land ends just there, on the far side. We used to fish here when we were little, my brothers and I." She pauses. "Strange I almost never think of them now."
Cavanaugh nods. "You must've been very close to share the memories you have of them."
Maewynne laughs. "Well I'm the youngest of eight. All of them are lost to me now. But I was their baby sister, aye. They thought of Coltsfoot a bit the same, but... I was spoiled by them to be sure. They taught me all I know of combat." She takes off her cloak and folds it neatly, stowing it in her pack. She takes out a light, thin blanket and spreads it on the ground. "A fine place to talk, if my company doesn't bore you."
Cavanaugh grins. "I'm sure they were very protective of you and wanted to be certain you'd be able to take care of yourself later in life." He settles down beside her, quite a bit closer than by the lake.
Maewynne smiles and nods. She seems oblivious to Cavanaugh's closeness. "Aye, I was sheltered. It was hard for me to start out into the world alone." She looks around at the peaceable forest. 'This place welcomes me always. The darkness has not really reached it yet.'
Cavanaugh nods. "You seem to have managed quiet well, despite a few obstacles in your path." He then looks out across the lake. "You're blessed to have such a place to return to when the need arises."
Maewynne arches an eyebrow. "This is the second time in as many years that I've been here. I dream of it all the time though. As I said, I don't know if it's even mine. My father was not wealthy at all. The land may have been seized because taxes weren't paid or some other reason I don't understand." She sighs nearly silently. 'And as much as I love it, this place hurts me. I see my family everywhere here but can't talk to them or touch them. They're only memories.'
Cavanaugh looks over to her. "If you wish, I could make some inquiries. Surely, even with such ill memories, you'd prefer it remain untouched by others."
Maewynne looks very flustered as she seeks the correct response. At last she settles for shaking her head. "I have no money for such debts, sir. I..." She trails off, still shaking her head.
Cavanaugh waves his hand dismissively. "I wasn't suggesting you be made to pay for the land, should it have already been seized or purchased by another, though I doubt the latter as it lies unused still." He pauses and looks over to her. "I'd be honored to...consider it an investment to insure it remains unspoiled."
Maewynne gasps softly and blushes in crippling embarrassment. "That's too kind, sir. I could never ask you for that though. What use is land that you cannot rent out or build upon? The cost must be great! My father was a rich man in Rohan. He destroyed his wealth buying this property. We all grew up poor but with a lovely view." She goes silent, clasping her hands in her lap and studying them.
Cavanaugh shakes his head. "I'll not lie to you, dear lady. I see great potential here. Should I decide to purchase this land, I don't believe it would do you any disservice to possibly put it to the use it had long ago. Within reason, of course. And, should I gain a bit of profit by what eventually grows here, all the better.'
Maewynne smiles to herself, shivering a bit as she pulls her cloak from her bag and tucks it around her legs. She makes no move to find her horse though. She peeks at Cavanaugh from beneath her pale lashes. "The land here is kind when tended correctly. This is where I learned all my craft with growing things and how to coax them into good crops. The soil in the Shire is better, but hops thrive here."
Cavanaugh nods. "Then perhaps this land could do your father's memory proud by offering what it once did in his name."
Maewynne seems to have made a decision and nods as if to herself. "I would not advise you to do so for my sake, but this land would be likely worth the coin to buy. If you have enough to throw away more than thirty gold pieces on it, I imagine."
Cavanaugh grins. "A mere pittance, dear lady, I assure you." He shifts around just a bit to face her more squarely. "And what would you have the land called, should I decide to purchase it? Something to honor your father, perhaps?"
Maewynne looks to Cavanaugh in shock, trying to mask it quickly with a smile. "The Rohirrim do not use surnames. That is a tradition my father chose here to fit in better with the local Men. His name was Bram Wing. A play on the meaning. Bram means blackbird. If you thought to buy the land and name it to honour him, perhaps think on this. So that his memory will not pass away with myself and Coltsfoot. He fell... to save us. He was brave, sir." She holds up one slender finger to pause any reply. "BUT do not buy this land on my accord. If you love it then I cannot stop you. But I have no way to repay such kindness."
Cavanaugh nods. "Then it should have a name that honors him most certainly." He purses his lips in thought. "Bram Offrung." He nods as if satisified with the choice.
Maewynne almost protests this but pauses, looking confused. "What's Offrung?"
Cavanaugh looks over and smiles. "It means 'sacrifice'."
Maewynne takes a deep breath and nods slowly. She looks out over the pond and her voice is a whisper. "Your kindness is beyond merit, sir."
Cavanaugh starts to shake his head in protest but pauses as he finally notices the darkening of the sky. "I believe the land will pay for itself tenfold, so worry not about repayment." He looks over. "And, of course, feel free to visit here whenever you wish." He looks around them and to the hill behind. "A small dwelling would do well on this hill. Some place to stay beyond the rented beds in Bree."
Maewynne smiles and nods.
Cavanaugh chuckles. "We've still a items from breakfast, if you'd like me to fetch it."
Maewynne frowns lightly and begins searching her bag. "I've kept you here over-long, sir, and I didn't bring anything to eat but some lembas bread. There's nowhere close at hand either to make a camp or buy a meal."
Cavanaugh shakes his head. "Let me fetch my pack." He looks around a moment then calls his horse to him, retrieving the pack from the saddle before moving to sit by her once more. He settles on the ground and begins rummaging through the pack, setting biscuits, dried meat and the last orange on the edge of their blanket.
Maewynne smiles, delighted. "You're well prepared, sir."
Cavanaugh grins. "Always," he winks. He removes his gauntlets and begins to peel the orange. "When you travel as often as I do, you learn to bring at least one meal with you."
Maewynne nods. "Aye, I keep a bit of lembas handy because I never know where I'll be one day to the next. Anything else seems too much to travel swiftly with, and my bags are always over-full with herbs and things for simples."
Cavanaugh breaks off a wedge of the orange, hesitating a moment before holding it out toward her lips and grinning widely.
Maewynne hesitates, flushing deeply. She awkwardly looks to him questioningly.
Cavanaugh raises a brow. "Not to your liking?" He pauses, still holding the fruit close to her mouth. "I find it very satisfying, myself."
Maewynne pauses again, wide-eyed as she takes a delicate bite. She shrinks back and laughs. "Very much to my liking, sir. I've only had oranges rarely before now. They're too costly for me."
Cavanaugh nods as he draws the rest away to slip into his own mouth. He chews and swallows quickly. "I was excited to find these in Imladris. It seems they're quite the rare commodity and I daresay they'd do well in the east. I've managed to procure several supplies of seed in the hopes of starting orchards on the mainland beyond Esgaroth."
Maewynne nods slowly, savoring the flavor. "I like these better than strawberries, my favorite." She smiles softly at Cavanaugh. "You could do well to grow oranges, sir. I imagine they smell sweet on the vine... Or tree, is it?" She blushes and shrugs. "Regardless, you could make a good sum growing them in a sunny place, I imagine."
Cavanaugh returns the smile. "They grow on trees, like apples, and I believe I already know a good piece of land that they'd do well on." He pauses then sighs deeply. "However, as much as I've truly enjoyed your company and would like nothing more than to sit here further, discussing life and oranges.." He grins. "..I believe I should see you back to Bree before your people find reason to question your judgment of my motives further." He stands and extends his hand to help her to her feet.
Maewynne takes his hand and stands with a warm smile. "I don't think they've missed me. And no one knew I came here, let alone with you. I'm just sorry to part company with you." She keeps her hand in his for a long moment, faintly tracing his thumb and palm with one fingertip.
Cavanaugh 's smile widens and warms as he continues to hold her hand, raising his other to touch her face lightly. "As I am yours, dear lady." He shifts his gaze to her lips a moment then drops his hand from her face and lifts hers to his lips, brushing a kiss along the top of it.
Maewynne smiles widely and bobs in a small curtsey. "I hope we will chat again soon, sir. My regard is always yours for this day." She laughs a bit. "And evening."
Cavanaugh inclines his head slightly, releasing her hand and stepping back from her. He pauses only a moment before calling his horse to his side.
Maewynne smiles and looks out over the pond. She lifts a hand in a small wave and tries to look uncaring.
Cavanaugh smiles once more then touches the horse's flanks and heads off into the night.
Maewynne watches Cavanaugh's departure with a slow sigh from beneath her hair.