Lothlorien

Many things happened since Katrandil became and Ornessar took separate ways, but that is another, very long story. But they met again, in the wilderness of the Trollshaws, where Katrandil had built a small refuge for her and her ranger-friends. 

Ornessar was simply scouting the area when he heard Kat's voice in the distance. He approached and greeted Kat, asking if she was alright. She replied that she is alright, but they needed to leave quickly and for a long time. 

When the mellyrn sowed gold in all darkness deep

Alone Nimrodel walked in bare light feet

Shadow and strife she could no longer stand

The elven bread worked, and I recovered soon. I was of course not strong enough to travel large distances, but gained in a couple of days at least the strength to get out of my bed to see my sister and my master. And, the audience wouldn't be far away anymore either. As ladders would be madness, I descended my tree with a winding staircase, turning around the trees in circles. I headed to the gardens of Galadriel, where the pavilion of my friends was located.

I slowly awake. I saw a blur of stars and golden leaves. I was high among the trees, on one of these platforms the Galadhrim call telains. I lied on a bed, in a somewhat transparent pavilion. It was night. It was only after some time that I realized what transpired the previous days and that I understood why I was here. The bed felt soft, and the pillowcases was one of these filled with feathers. Next to me was a little nightstand. Upon it stood a candle and a strange kind of bread, wrapped in leaves yet untouched.

So basically, did we have to do? Three men, two elves and a big Olog-hai. We were with 5, should we fight it? Anyway, the troll from his side already started to fight us instead. So we, from our side, started to string our bows and fired arrows. "Back, don't approach him!" One of the elves shouted. "We can't go back! Orcs are coming! If we don't hurry we'll be flanked!" Clamored Andraghil. The second elf drawed his sword and marched forward towards the troll. "Min..." "Hurry!" Andraghil interupted the words of the elf.

A letter arrived to me recently. It was sent to be by Lossënénu, telling of the severe injury rendered to her husband, Daerond, in their quest to aid the banks of Greenwood. He was struck with a blade of unknown make, and appears to have been poisoned in spirit. He withers, growing feebler by the day, though his wounds are healed. She fears his tether waning, and stays by his side day and night. She begs me return to Lothlorien, but I fear that I cannot.

"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!"