Flight to Lothlórien

"What are you doing here?! Don't you see this darkness? The blackness represents the grade of evil!" The stranger who was hooded now unhooded himself; correction: herself. "Dont ask stupid questions," the voice said, "I am your sister, and you are my brother. For 32 year we have been one. We will be so today; and tomorrow. Raise, my brother, for we cannot stay here. It is dangerous indeed, and time cannot be bought forever." As reply, my whisper cried: "I can't!" 

I started to shock. Tears started to arise in my eyes. Is it the emotion to see my greatest ally in a time of need after countless days of evil that was made for the purpose of destroying; or is it the relief to breath free air again in the captiving darkness that made time stand still; or is it the fear that my sister would befall the same fate as my lost soul did in dark ages which made me small and shy? With all effort, I leaned on my left hand; the other burned; to raise from the ground. Now, it was difficult, for tears fell like rivers of emotion, relief, fear, pain and exhaustion. I couldn't raise my right arm, it just hung on my body, needless, a remnant which has no purpose anymore. But the message was clear, and my sis grew pale as a soft morning sun. And she sent back a wordless message to me: tears in reply, and in return she needed to sit now, and breathed heavily.

"What...did they do to you?" And so brother and sister are in an unlocked cell in the darkness, grieving and relieving, while lives are being spent outside. And both raising, and hugged, and nothing like that had seen its alike. Wavering, she said: "We must go Lothlórien, the healer must handle the wound. We are now in the Dungeons of Dol Guldur. It are quite some miles to the Anduin." "Then let's hurry, we shall not tarry and spend any minute longer in this darkness. Let's meet the face of the moon!"

My sister, Allyss, picks up her bow and quiver which she dropped in grief. We run what is like hours through halls and tunnels, and we hear noises. Swords clash and steel crosses. The passage to the dungeons was defended all the time by Andraghil. My hearth is relieved once more, but the situation is dire and interaction is impossible. While my sister freed me, Andraghil and two elves with golden hair had made an epic stand here. We already tarried for too long and word has spread in Dol Guldur of the standings in the dungeons. Reinforcements would come soon, to spread a new curtain of evil and dark fire over us.

"The gate is near! A couple of stairs, then to the left!" Andraghil cried. "Hopefully the gate is still free! The worst, and hordes of the enemy await us there!" A horn of the orcs resounded over the courtyard, downstairs, to the dungeons and every other corner darkness left space. We are going upstairs, two or three stairs taking every step. And as we turned around the corner, there weren't hordes of orcs. Only a single annoyed and angered troll.