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An Adventure Gone Wrong



Her face hidden under the Shadow of her cloak, armed.

A bow and  several arrows in her quiver, beyond count.

She had not wanted to put the others in danger, nor was she was as prepared for such a journey as she had thought.

The Barrow Downs was a cruel and unforgiving place.

The Undead, prowling in ever corner.

Every shadow that moved, in the moonlight could be a threat.

She heard footsteps behind her, though she dare not look back.

Entering a nearby Barrow, Aellwenn had clung to the wall once she was inside.

Horror had befallen her as she had seen, the rotting corpses that had walked the dark halls of the barrow.

Sigfread had been scouting The Barrow Downs, at the time Aellwenn had come to search for Angmarim, activity she was imformed about.

Sigfread, had followed her into the Barrow, asking her to identify herself.

Her accent had spoken for her and he then had urged her not to go forth alone.

Being the stubborn, Rohir she was, Aellwenn had refused to go with him further into the Barrow.

She had traveled alone, after ignoring several lectures.

Aellwenn had only seen, Wights and spirits roaming the dreadful barrow.

But no, servants of Angmar.

Hours later, she was eventually outnumbered and the eye of the dead she could not escape.

A Barrow Whight had pierced her left shoulder with an arrow, blood pouring out.

At this point it was only a small pool, but before she had known, Aellwenn had found herself cornered against a fragile wall.   Another arrow had pierced her chest, only inches away from her heart.   Rubble had begun to fall, as her body fell harder against the unstable wall.

Yelling, with what little breath she had called for Sigfread, hearing sturdy feet running hastily.

The Ranger had reached her , killing what whights that remained with a rain of arrows.

Sadly, by the time he had reached Aellwenn she was no longer conscience, more pools of her own blood had hugged the dusty floor.

With haste, Sigfread had lifted her up and came to Bree, where her kinsmen were at the Tavern.

A failed journey indeed...

Young Aellwenn still has much to learn.