Anawiel

   Only when the shaking of the ground ceased and the echoing of the heavy footsteps started fading did the old elf stop running and allowed himself to catch a breath. Despite his prided agility one of the trolls, whom the group encountered, had managed to hurl him at quite a distance. He was badly bruised from the impact with the tree, and the pain was slowly emerging now that the immediate danger was over. His silver hair had turned almost completely dark red.

Valanya, the 6^th day of Hrivë