(Chapter 1.)
The music faded quickly behind her as she went for the road leading out of the valley, hall of fire had been a busy evening and she had needed to be polite as always, but not in her wildest dreams she would have thought that a single elf could ruin her evening that badly.
This Enkin, had made her think and for a change she really wanted to hit something with deadly force; How did he dare to tell her, that she had control over another persons life, What made the avari think she would ask Nienili to return, when he had left by his own will.. it should be his choice, whatever he felt and thought about himself or her, it didn't changed that he actually still was as much a person as her..
Yet the stranger had told her to decide his fate.. Better to let him stay at home then and get his chances there, it could only be better than what Eriador had to offer people, who wasn't alike to other, but sought a different way of living.
Quickly her path lead her towards the open wild and the freedom to be herself, bow in hand and pure hot anger boiling inside her just waiting for its chance to be released.
Deep inside her a terrible feeling of worry grab her soul, without thinking she turned around to search over the valley below her with narrow eyes, just in time to notice the bird drop dead from the sky...
All anger forgotten, she rushed down the road, soon finding herself able to see the caretaker pick up the bird in the distance. Out of breath she found herself watching him almost with compassion as he removed the black arrow from the falcons broken body and silent handed her the the burden who had cost its life.
Broken, the wood medallion, rested in her shaking hand, its surface burned and scared from the long trip or maybe even before...
She didn't dare to consider the options in that moment, but one thing was clear, this time there was no way back, she had to return to Mirkwood immediately.
That night disappeared like dew before the sun, armor was prepared, supplies packed and by the golden rise of the sun, a lone elfmaiden left thought the North date of Rivendell, not daring to look back in fear of lose all her courage for the mission ahead.
Shining bright upon the sky the sun showered the glittering snow around ehr in gold, bitting wind and strange sounds were her only company as her steps lead her toward the High pass and whatever dangers it mihgt hold these days.
Silent the snow felt around her, covering everything in a thicker blanket of white, the winter never seemed to end here and for each step, the air turned a bit colder and as Forelire looked around she realized, that she might have underestimated the cruel cold of the mountains.
This was nothing like what she was used to... It wasn't the peaceful Brandywood, it was a cold grave for careless fools, who dared to challenge these giant mountains unprepared...
Day became night and with the darkness followed many other dangers than the terrible cold, her prayers had for once been answered, for that day she hadn't been stopped by a single snowstorm and Rivendell was by now long behind her along with the few friends she had made.
Deeper into the white depths of misty mountains, the animals proved easy to dont disturb, so few was they that it started to worry her and by midnight, when the stars finally lit up the sky in their brilliant light, the answer found her, the path forward was blocked, the great main camp of the goblins covered the ground before her.
Sleep comes to the exhausted, but so do the dangers and it was with a shock she woke up, a terrible scream cleved the silence of the night and soon followed by the sound of sundering wood and deathscreams, bloodcovered snow broke the whiteness in the dark below her as she peeked over the egde of her little platue, before her eyes the wargs ripped apart what must have been a old man, fithing over the leftovers with the goblins soon ending in a fight between allies.
Abuseing the blood dripping chaos around her, she sneaked pass the camp from her little shelf on the cliff, creeping low in icecold snow to her neck, she remained unseen by the hungery enemies and quickly left the dangers of the camp behind her to face the growing light of the dawn over the distant mountains.
A long day would be ahead with so very little sleep.
