17. Messenger's doubt
I raise my hand to draw my men's attention, yet before I give the order, I waver. I know this is the right decision. To go on would only lead us to founder among these fog-ridden rocks that bar our path, where every wave can bring unseen disaster. We should go back. We may reach the Havens – if my measure is not off – before the worst of winter's storms. Rest, heal our own hurts and Vingilotë's, try once more when the winds of the world are favourable again. Yet every time I return home, my resolve to attempt this again lessens.
It is only a moment of doubt, and even these men who know me well will not have seen it, will only think I pause to draw their attention fully.
"We go back," I say at last. We fail whether we continue on our path or turn back.
Originally written for the April 2010 Birthday Workshop for Gilraen's birthday, the prompt "someone traveling, exiled, delivering a message, or in a new place - anyone who's away from home and misses it (or not)".