【 pax vobiscum 】And how those words do warm his heart; for as calloused and impenetrable as he may be, still there is a softness that hides between the folds of his emotional spectrum. Always he would reserve a special place for those younger and newer to the world than himself. They had much to learn, and he fought to ensure they would never endure the same kind of horrors that have come to pass in the past.
’ I will speak with him about it. ’ He confirms quietly, and a drop in his shoulders signifies the ease that has overcome his limbs. Here where pieces of hope were being taped back together, there was no little to fear to be alert of. He could relax for the moment — indulge in reverent respite, and simply enjoy himself. ’ Where are they now? ‘
’ —-Your children, that is. I have not seen them since the battle was won, surely they must wonder if I survived or not. I would bring them peace of mind if I can. ’
“They are at the encampment near the cliff overlooking the lake; there are but a few from Esgaroth I trust to look after them in my absence. Some have fallen during the Beast’s inferno, others during the battle. Those who survive look after my precious ones now.”
Love and pride could be heard in Bard’s voice and seen in the softened lines of his face; those children were his life, his heart, his light. All his strength, his bravery, would always come from a place to make a better life for them.
He clasped the elf’s shoulder in a familiar manner, forged and strengthened through the heat of battle and the pleasant discovery of shared values.
“If you are finished here, we can ride for the camp together. We will be warmly welcomed, I am sure of it.”
