𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑨 ¹ ↳ 𝒍. 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏

lxxxiv. what the future holds

Her brunette hair seems dull and hot in every way; sweat can be seen rolling down her forehead more often than most, and Vera considerably looks like she is ill. Her hazel orbs is either too light or too dim, as if her light is waning away and something is sucking all her energy. At times, one would have to look away from her in order to shield their eyes from the fire and serenity raging inside them. She looks tired, and Vera is; she spends most of her days inside her chambers, in the darkness, alone. Trewyn is obsessively fretting over her social skills and time with others, her worries rising with the way her granddaughter is falling apart. There is something wrong, and it seems that no one wants to ask her. Everyone is turning a blind eye to her outward and internal struggle. 

Legolas has tried asking Vera what is wrong but with his busy schedule and expertise in battle plans, he is barely with Vera as it is. The only times they are allowed to see one another is in passing or in the mornings and nights. They barely have time with one another as it is, and the pair didn't know if it was a good thing or not. While Vera could positively hide her distressed form from Legolas due to their lack of time with one another, the woman had also been missing the elf terribly, and felt the need to be with him constantly. Legolas is having a battle within himself that tells him to trust Vera and be there for what she needs, but her state is bothering him and he cannot fight the need to respect her privacy. On the other hand, he is growing to detest the pressures building on his shoulders more and more every day. 

All in all, the city of Edoras is not doing well. 

The sixth day of the same week this all occurred, Vera is working rather profusely on a stitch by the Main Hall. The room is mostly silent with only a small number of people inside; Lady Èowyn and Edgar are arranging the tables after King Thèoden had requested the task for the bored pair, who is currently concentrated on the wooden table in front of him, his eyebrows drawn at the maps and battle placements strewn across the surface. Several of his warriors and his main guards, along with Vera's beloved, the Ranger, and Gimli. Merry is sitting beside Trewyn and Vera, watching both the women work while Hope watches from afar. Grimmund is being tended to by his father at the corner, both listening intently to the mumblings eliciting from the warrior group. 

The Hall seems to presently be occupied by the main characters of this story as the others are either busy, doing labor work, or somewhere else. Vera enjoyed the presence of having her friends and family around her, but she couldn't help but feel a little paranoid. She feels like she is being watched like a hawk by everyone around her, and she is so close to erupting into tears and running away from the room. She spies Corin entering the Main Hall, greeting King Thèoden with a nod before wandering closer to Hope. She frowns openly before facing her stitched tapestry again; Trewyn had taught her. The mermaid is so immersed in her thoughts and her business that she hardly notices the fact that she is, in fact, being observed. Like a hawk.

Legolas and Aragorn can often be seen exchanging glances with one another before turning to stare at Vera, then switching back to the maps laid out in front of them. Thèoden and Èomer would sometimes notice and copy their movements but Gimli hissing quietly at them is enough for them to look away. Grimmund and Aldwin whisper to one another about recent developments about their legacy, along with Trewyn, who switches her look between her own tapestry and Vera. Corin and Hope are openly staring at Vera — like a hawk. Meanwhile, Èowyn and Edgar are more invested in one another, and Merry is awfully oblivious as he stares amazedly at the tapestries instead. 

But that didn't mean they were completely unaware...except Merry, but he could also sense something is wrong. 

The brunette soon finds herself sweating profusely as she feels everyone's eyes on her; she daren't look up, too afraid of what she might catch sight of to actually find the courage to raise her head. Not only did their observing eyes cause her more anxiety, but the feeling of something unsettling registers in her stomach, and she suddenly feels like retching her stomach once more. She swallows it down, knowing that it would arise suspicions if she were to dash out of the room. However, Legolas could sense something distinct within her feä as she lets her guard down momentarily, causing him to frown and whip his head towards her, silently caling out to her feä.