The Journey began at Bree, Dalgaroth leaving everything except his one true love, Elswynn behind... All of the fighting and shouting, people judging him and attacking him...
From Bree it was a long journey, they travelled so far that Dalgaroth was drifting to sleep on his own horse... just before they got to Celondim... Oh what a sight it was... Plumb coloured leaves glide down, spinning gently as they hit the leaf bed below... Elves singing and dancing, working their hearts out by the riverside...
As soon as they arrived, they found a nice little flowerbed to lay on as they completely collapsed with exhaustion, falling asleep well a few words under the lines of.... "I love you".
The next morning they went swimming all day! They barely left the sparkling, calm water except for food and water... Twas a relaxing, fun day for them both.. aswell as the first relaxation for Dal for some time...
After a good night's sleep..... they wondered around the path's of Celondim, looking at all the colourful flowers that grew up the church wall... Dalgaroth was picking flowers for Elswynn.. when he heard a yell... straight away without a millesecond to waste.. Dalgaroth sprinted as fast as he could in the direction of the sound... Without thinking Dalgaroth drew his sword, charging over a hill to find Elswynn cornered by a pack of, blood thirsty, vicious wolves.. Dal ran and jumped over a fallen tree as he lunged at the first wolf, nearest to him... killing it straight away as Dalgaroth took it by suprise... After that Dalgaroth's arms were scratched up by the other three, Dalgaroth eventually fought off the two wolves to then come face to face with their leader... he ran without hesitation, aiming his foot for its head, Elswynn tried to run but the wolf bit her leg as it dodged his blade, being pierced by the teeth, bleeding badly. After a little slashing, Dalgaroth picked up a branch from the fallen tree and threw it towards the wolf, while throwing it he lunged with his right hand, aiming his sword for the wolf's side.. to then pierce it.... leaving it dead next to Elswynn, lying on the floor. Elswynn convinced Dalgaroth that she was alright after he bandaged and cleaned the wound... Dalgaroth finally gave in, trying to support her.... but as she got up, she swisted her leg on a rock, falling and breaking her leg... Dalg immediatly whisked her up, taking her to the nearest Inn, which was in Hobbiton.... As the wolves attacked they were crossing the Shire borders...
After a while at the Inn... they left at sundown.. Dalgaroth carried her, and two massive bags back to Bree.. taking merely one rest... he was exhausted; The shire was completely empty of hobbits so it was an easy journey without them aproaching and asking questions constantly... As they walked back under the glistening moonlight... they approached the gates of Bree...
Long journey over with such little detail added to this tale... For if every detail was added, this tale would take days to read...
Travelling home to then arrive.... settling down to rest, just waiting for time to pass by as the leg heals... In time, everything can heal....
