Leithrien rose early, as usual, and began packing for her trip. She had finally been sent out to a camp that was to guard the border, something she had been looking forward to for a while. Quickly, she brushed her long blonde hair, pushed it back out of the way, and proceeded to arm herself with her normal scouting gear. She packed extra of everything she would need, just in case she needed it. Even with the extra stuff, her bag was light. Knowing she had to be quick, she would need to keep it light.
Swiftly she left her home. Making her way down the steps, she took in the beauty of Caras Galadhon.Though she had been waiting to be called to the border, her home would be missed. She admired how the canopy shielded the city from the harsh light of the sun, the intricate homes, and buildings wrapped around the towering trees. The calm ambiance of the city itself.
Her feet patted the ground softly, making no sound as she reached the path that would lead her away from her home. Quickly, she stole a fleeting glance before continuing down the path. A small smirk formed on her thin lips. Home was important and sacred, but her duty to the scouts and her queen were far more important. After all, she had been begging for this opportunity. It was finally time.
She had passed a few others on her way to the crossroads, many who already looked as if they missed their family and home. Leitha however, did not miss the emptiness of her home. It had been over a thousand years since she was in living company with another, and though she enjoyed the peacefulness of it, she found it sometimes to be a tad melancholy. Pushing the thoughts past her mind, she decided to focus on the task at hand.
At the stables, she sighed as she chose a horse. It was the one animal she found herself not fond of, but it would lessen the travel time quite a bit. Saddling up, she was off. The journal was several hours, she knew. She admired the way the sun shown down on the forest, illuminating creatures and plants who basked in the sunlight. Though her eyes were not as accustom to the light, she too found herself enjoying the warmth on her skin. The cool breeze was greeted happily. All in all, it was a nice trip. The forest creatures and birds in the sky above were active, giving her plenty of scenery to gaze upon as she passed.
As the camp came into view, she dismounted her horse and passed it to a caretaker for the creator. Quietly, she whispered thanks for its service and keeping her company on the trip. Leitha stood just outside of the camp, trying to take it in. It was her first time on the Border and her first time so far away from her home. Walking into camp, she was instructed to find living quarters and await command. Her tent was in the back, a bit away from the largest cluster of tents. It wasn't the furthest back, luckily. As she made her way to her tent, she saw a man leaving the tent that was the furthest back. The elf was outfitted completely and looked to be ready to be sent out. Most others she had seen were not yet completely ready or were still unpacking their things. 'Maybe I should be fully prepared as well' she thought as she entered her tent to unpack quickly.
Amaranth finished up her breakfast and quickly put up the dishes. It was time to start her day. She quickly grabbed the bag of seeds from her table and opened the small door to the hobbit hole she called home. The walk over to the small field between houses was short, but she enjoyed every minute of it. The soft sand on her feet, the viridescent grass shimmering in the sun, the fields of various crops, and the clear azure sky above. She took in a deep breath of the crisp clean air, a mixture of earth and floral scent.
The other Hobbits were already starting their day as well. Most of them, hunched over to sweep, kneeled to pull weeds, or some watering the plants. It was calm, as always. There was hardly ever any excitement in the Shire unless of course, Gandalf was to show. He always brought excitement and fun, fireworks, and rumors. Hobbits were simple folk and simple folk gossip. The Shire would be buzzing for weeks after Gandalf left. However, it was never known when he would be there.
Amaranth opened and closed the small gate as she entered the Buckland's garden. She gave a warm smile to Ms. Buckland, who was busying herself watering the garden while Mr. Buckland pulled weeds on the other side. "Beautiful mornin!" Amaranth greeted brightly as she moved closer to Mr. Buckland and kneeled on the opposite side. "Think it'll be a good harvest?" She asked as she put holes in the soft plowed earth. He nodded slowly "Looks like it."
It wasn't long before she had planted the seeds and helped with a few other tasks and headed towards the Green Dragon Inn. There, she would check for gossipers about happenings around the Shire and possibly travelers. Amaranth loved travelers and listening to their stories.
As she walked the path, she passed several people without any notice to them, until a small group of children ran past her. 'Gandalf?' she wondered with as much glee in her heart as the children she turned to followed. She swiftly turned, her fiery hair pushed into her face from the slight breeze. Her hand batted at her hair, pushing the curly mess out of her face to try and see who the children could be following. Once she managed to see again, she noticed it was only another Hobbit. She sighed as she watched him enter a shop and wished he were Gandalf. With her hopes a little damper, she decided it was time for work.
After heading back home and washing up a bit, she grabbed her violin and headed for the Green Dragon Inn. Though there probably wouldn't be many people there, she hoped there would be a few older men, who were worse than the women about gossip.