[Maikadilwen]

The old trees seemed to bend away, as the large creature came crashing through the wood. She was used to a lot more space than this. A few times along the road she even had to crouch and squeeze her body through the trees, but she had received an invitation and she was determined to go to this party.

She stopped for a moment to think. It had all been very strange. She had been resting in her wonderful lair, when suddenly a wight had been stumbling through the darkness with a basket. Though knowing that a wight wasn't exactly the most nutritive she could catch, she had started chasing him anyway for having the nerve to wake her up from her sleep. The chase had ended with the wight throwing the basket back over his shoulder and it had hit her on the head.

Later, when she had regained consciousness, she found that something had changed. She felt an urge to see light and hear laughter and, noticing the invitation to a picnic, she picked up the basket and went on her way to this party though it was a long travel from Cirith Ungol.

She had taken a quick bath in a river on the way and now whe was finally here in a strange forest with strange trees.
Suddenly she felt a little anxious. Would there be enough food?
She moved closer to where she heard voices and laughter and slowly she emerged from the trees.

The laughter and talking stopped abruptly and everybody turned around, wide-eyed. She jumped as a group of small, furry-footed creatures started screaming. She noticed a small group of elves staring at her, one of them with a tight grip on a....meat cleaver????

Realizing the threat, she crouched and swiftly dropped the picnic basket she had brought and used one of her front legs to push it toward a lady in a golden dress who stood next to the very same wight who had delivered the basket.

[ September 21, 2002: Message edited by: Maikadilwen ]