Part 7
Legolas strapped Aradors satchel, which had miraculously
survived the fall into the boar trap, and Eowyns wet boots
to her saddle.
He had persuaded her to ride with him so that he might keep
her warm with his body, and they set off at a brisk canter,
leading Eowyns horse behind them and leaving Aradors
in the forestwith strict instructions not to strayin
case the boy should somehow escape his captors and have need
of it.
By the time they emerged from Eryn Hollen the sun had set,
and a low, dull moon shone fitfully in the cloudy sky. Legolas
scanned the landscape; the River Tavor, running east to west,
was less than a mile away and, beyond that, the Plain of Hollen
was dotted with human homesteads. He quickly spotted the nearest
farmhouse.
Not long now, Melmenya, he reassured her.
...
The elderly farmer was not surprised to find an Elf at his
door; the Elves of the Colony were regular visitors to Newhome.
Whilst he and Legolas were discussing the mechanics of getting
a message to the Reeve, the farmers wife took charge of
Eowyn, sitting her before the fire, feeding her with hot soup,
and finding her a shift, a pair of breeches, and some boots
to change into.
This is very kind of you, Mistress, said Eowyn,
whobecause she was feeling a great deal betterwas quite
embarrassed by the fuss that was being made over a little mud
and water. Are you sure that you can spare them?
Spare them? Oh yes, said the old woman, hanging
Legolas cloak over the wooden clothes horse to dry. I
havent fitted into that shift since I was a young girlyounger
even than youand the boots and trews,a wistful,
faraway smile suddenly transformed her face, and Eowyn caught
a fleeting glimpse of the beauty she must once have beenwell,
they belonged to my Jemmy, before he went away to the
White City.
Eowyn assumed that Jemmy was the couples son, and she
wondered whether, perhaps, he had been killed in the Ring War...
Goodness, said the farmers wife, picking
up Eowyns wet shift, this wants a good washing!
Whatever have you been doing with it?
I fell into an old boar trap.
What, up in Hollen Woods? The old woman dropped
the shift into a wooden tub.
Yes.
No wonder that husband of yours was so worried! You want
to stay well away from Hollen Woods. All sorts of things go
on up there. She handed Eowyn a blanket.
What sort of things? asked Eowyn, spreading the
blanket over her knees.
Comings and goings, strange lights and noises... They
think theyre keeping it quiet, but everyone this side
of the town knows about it.
Who are they?
Nobody knows. The old woman fussed with Eowyns
blanket. Baranor and Turgon went up there to find out,
and never came back.
They disappeared?
The old woman nodded.
Eowyn thought of Arador. Does the Reeve know about it?
Hollen Woods is south of the Tavor.
And beyond his jurisdiction, said Eowyn. Then she
added, softly, to herself, Which makes it our responsibility...
The farmers wife, meanwhile, had picked up Eowyns
damp boots. We dont want to leave these too near
the fire, do we, or theyll crack. What a fine pair of
boots!
She turned them over, and examined the soles. Well, just
look at that, she exclaimed, pulling a tiny stone out
of the leather, and dropping it into Eowyns hand.
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