The Rise of Dawn
Tilda knew her father would be greatly disappointed if he found out, but that hardly mattered. The girl almost tripped on the sword longer than her body. Ithildae's weapon was clutched in her arms as she stumbled through the back streets and over fresh snow. The stable was in sight and so were the guards.
Arms grabbed her around her waist and pulled her into an ally. She squeaked and a gentle hushing followed. The Hobbit materialized into the shadows.
“What are you doing out?” He hissed.
Tilda tugged the fabric away and revealed the moon colored designs on the scabbard. His eyes widened and he sniffled, putting his hands on his hips.
“Well,” he cleared his throat, “I am glad we aren't the only ones who are in on this.”
Tilda heard more whispers from the end of the ally and she gaped, it was the Wizard, arm in arm with Thalias. The She-Elf was weak and shivering, yet holding two dark cloaks over her arms.