Bernadette
As the night rolled away, Clare and Bernadette hid away from the others. As her family rested, they made their getaway, moving through the small forest surrounding their castle until they reached the small spring that cuts through the meadow.
"Now, regardless of what my brothers threaten you with, or Elric for that matter, don't reveal my plans to them. As soon as any one of them realizes that I've left, they'll send an entire infantry to march right out, to march me right back home, without a care or concern for the grander picture."
"But, they will force me to tell," Clare shook against the cool breath of night. "I won't be able to hold against your parents' questioning, N'dette. I'll have to tell them eventually."
She sighed, realizing she's placing a heavy burden upon such young shoulders. "Yes, you're right, Clare. Just…tell them as the letter states, I have been chosen by Gandalf the White himself; not my father, not Douglan or Eigwin, but I," she shook her head, "I can't ignore that. Regardless if I gain anything out of this or not, this…this is obviously bigger than all of us; therefore, I'm doing everyone a disservice if I don't comply."
Clare soaked in her words and nodded in agreement, "I'll do my best, N'dette. Just…be safe and return. Don't forget us." She wrapped her friend in her arms, and Bernadette sighed and did the same.
"How can I ever forget you, Cherub? You're one of my best friends, my only little sister." They released, she gave her last commands for Clare - to tell her family that this was not a goodbye, but a small retreat. Bernadette guided her horse, Margot, and her hunting hound, Koven, across the stream and continued forward without looking back.
The night air was crisp and brushed the tips of the trees lightly as Bernadette rode through the village of Ossory. She was cloaked against the wind and light, keeping her familiar features obscured well enough to help her successfully bypass the small number of guards standing at the main gate. Soon, she was cleared of the village wall and followed the worn road towards Minas Tirith. Eventually, she removed herself from the main road to travel under the safe canopy of the woods surrounding it. She gave herself one last chance to glance over her shoulder at the small stone wall of Ossory, silently vigilant around it.
"Well, last chance to turn back," she told herself. Koven grumbled beside her, looking up from his four foot stance with an almost knowing smirk. Bernadette frowned, "Come on now, Koven! You're starting to look like Elric. I am not doubting my choice…I want to do this! But, nervous…yes, I am. You know I've never done anything like this before… Well, at least, by myself. Besides," her eyes lifted to Ossory once more. "There's no guarantees that I'll ever see my family again. Choices are never placed in their proper perspective, until you're looking over your shoulder at them. Maybe, I'm making a terrible mistake…"
Bernadette closed her eyes with a silent prayer before shaking her head, "No! I'm not a coward, nor a cry baby, and I am of my right mind. I am capable of walking down this path without someone holding my hand. I shall do this boldly; not looking back!" With that, she snapped her reigns and the small party sprinted north, to put as much distance between them and their home.
When they'd reached the edge of the forest, an odd force stopped their tracks dead. Bernadette was confused, and dismounted her horse to check the area. "Koven, do you sense something strange going on? I don't see anything that can stop us from moving…OOFH!" Bernadette's head slammed into something hard before her. She stumbled backwards against it, rubbing her forehead and staring at the empty space before her. "What is this…magic?"
Just then, the hunter beside her sniffed the ground before huffing to her his answer – Koven noticed something alright. He immediately whimpered and turned back down the path they just left.
"Koven, who's there?" The girl unsheathed the two short swords that hang at her thighs, looking cautiously around the area Koven pointed at. He wasn't acting threatened, so whoever was there - was family…
"It's only me, N'dette." Elric stepped out from behind a tree and immediately Koven happily barked and rushed to his side for a loving scratch.
Bernadette rolled her eyes and returned her short swords. "How did you…"
"I've been around you for so long, it gives me plenty of time to learn your ways, M'Lady. Tracking you…not hard either; your steps create huge craters in the dirt."
She scoffed at her Half Elf friend as she replaced her swords. Then she turned with a grunt as she glanced towards the imaginary blockade. "So, you consider this funny, to toss an invisible blockade before me?"
"Well, yes," Elric moved closer, with Koven following loyally by his side. "You know you can't do this alone; finding a wizard in a haystack."
"No, I don't, cause no one allows me to try," she frowned. "So now, I've taken it upon my hands to do just that, and you – of all people – will not stop me." Bernadette pulled herself up onto her mount and began to move forward again, but this time the blockade was removed. Shocked that the squire was not being argumentative, as usual, she turned with a question on her face.
"Be my guest, N'dette; go and seek out your destiny. But, at least, tell me where you're heading. If your father asks, I'll have to tell him something. Perhaps, I'll lead him in a different direction."
She froze, almost insisting with her eyes that he didn't, "You'll do that…for me? You'll get into trouble when he finds out you've lied to him!"
With a shrug of his shoulders he nodded, "As long as you tell me where you're headed and why, then I'll do my best to keep him at bay. But, once he gains full knowledge of this, you're on your own. I'm not going to stick my neck out for you twice – just enough to give you a head start."
"And you won't attempt to follow me?"
"No, I will not." Elric's fingers crossed behind his back. Koven whimpered slightly at what he'd witnessed, but he didn't go further when Elric grinned down at him.
She could hardly believe it, but she nodded just the same. Revealing a small portion of what the letter stated, she then gained Elric's pledge to keep her whereabouts a secret for, at least, the day. That gave her a day's lead, if that much.
Soon, she was back down the road heading towards Minas Tirith, pulling out the strange enchanted map that came with Gandalf's letter to make sure she was heading in the right direction. So far, she sees a dot moving from where she's located – she can only assume that is her. The other dots on the map were not moving…but wait! There was one that had begun to trace it way to someplace…one coming from Mirkwood.
"So, you're going to tell me where to go, and apparently all the others who have been chosen to do the same? That's nice to know; I won't be alone in this after all," she folded the map and returned it to the interior pocket of her leather jerkin. "Alright, now all I have to do is get to Minas Tirith without getting myself killed… simple, right Koven?"
The huge hound howled beside her cheery, knowing he would never allow anything to happen to her. He's been her dear friend ever since her birth. Bernadette grinned, "Margot, let's make haste. Follow the trail cautiously, and if we find a friendly caravan, we'll jump in; safety in numbers!"
With that, the party headed on – unknowingly to her, Elric took to the trees, following his friend at a safe distance. He didn't want to lose her from his sight, knowing her father would kill him for leaving her alone just to inform him sooner. He knew Clare held the knowledge of his daughter's whereabouts; therefore, he'll learn in due time what she's up to. But his mission was completely different – keep her safe until that time.