Erinwyn

Author's note: I have started writing down the happenings of the journey of the Kinn-Lai to offer a different view from Timandhris' work. I have had to, of course, give the gist of the happenings only, as even this is a lot to write down, let alone write out every single detail, much though I would like to!

So apparently, another deadly journey to make, not at the behest of one Kinn-lai, but rather, in company of an entire army of them!

Why was I doing this? Why am I putting my life on the line for them? I am in no least in agreement to their actions.

I suppose I care for those two mortals much more than I first thought...

Erinwyn and Edstan, two young and fresh faces from Dale, are ever of my concern. I fear their safety, especially as Edstan, being the rogue that he is, would wind up saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and come out with a spear in his back.

High in the skies over the valley of Imladris, the sun cast its warming rays over the valley. Within that valley, of course, the infamous house of Elrond, and not far from it, the buildings used by the Grey Repository. And there, within a small guest room, a figure, distinctly female, stirred as it awoke from slumber. The Woman, known to some by the name of Erinwyn, looked sleepily around the finely crafted and decorated room, rubbing her eyes through the gentle use of the index finger and thumb of her right hand. Attempting so, to gain some of her senses.

(The page is scribbled in a clean and tidy Tengwar. However, there are some ink blobs here and there, indicating it was written in haste, or that the author must have simply been too slobby)

A storm was brewing in the nightly skies over the hills leading to Angmar , the only light cast, was that from the occasional bolt of lightning that seemed to rip the skies asunder each time.