I cant believe it, its now two months since we left Rivendell to head out on the road to Lothlorien, me, Cuthilion and Keeya, my new friends have lead me through the darkness that eriador now is for me and first when we reached Misty mountains i knew finally where we was.. But i should have known it wouldn't go well.. First Keeya disappeared.. And then...
''Cuthilion i cant keep up, please wait..'' The storm was rageing around them as they fought their way through the snow, all sounds was lost in the roar of the wind and panic had start to settle in Tuniviel as she tried to keep up with her friend.
''Just keep going, we cant stay out here.. Come on Tuni...'' his voice died in the rumble that followed their screams as the snow below them suddenly moved, an ice cold wave of snow swallowed them from beneath before they knew it and even as Tuniviel fought desperate for every breath, she realized it wouldn't help, the avalanche separated her from Cuthilion and with that knowledge she lost conscience.
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A faint sound of bird song slowly reached through the clouds of darkness surrounding her mind, as she slowly returned to the world of the living.
Relief filled every bit of her as she listened to the world ''It killed me... Must be Valinor..'' Sadness came with the thought, but all had to die at some point, at least she would be whole again..
Slowly opening her eyes to take in the sights around her reality hit suddenly and brutal, all was dark, her sight was still missing and that meant; she wasn't dead..
Sore in body and a little happy, she pushed herself up from the ground, moist soil slipped in between her fingers and small twigs broke under her weight, sitting there on the ground she carefully ran her hand over the ground, a smile came on her face as she found a snail resting on a bed of soft moss and a small acorn, cool and hard between her fingers it spoke of life, the life of a forest.
''So... where am i... Its not Lothlorien...''
Within a second her sword was drawn, ready for a fight, a creeping sound had reached her ear and she moved slowly around until her back hit something solid, moveing carefully from tree to tree she managed to stay clear of the rushing river she faintly had noticed and by sunset her hand found the rocky wall that made the roots of Misty mountains.
Not knowing where to go or what to expect, she moved on, searching along the wall, it was after all the best chance a blind would have in an unknown place and her patience was rewarded some hours later as she slipped into a minor cave, exhausted and sore in all part of her body, not one piece of her once so pretty armor had survived the day and she couldn't care less as she still with sword in hand, collapsed on the hard floor of the cavern.
(Continues)
