[Cimmerian]

Bulvard and Culloth raced back in the direcion they had been hurled away from, with Tumnaooriel follwing them hurriedly, but not with meek protest. She longed to be with Bulvard, for in him she sensed a feeling of belonging she had never felt anywhere else. But not like this, not in the middle of a war, she bit her lip and ran after the two war torn siblings.

When Bulvard and his sister finally reached the spot where the bulk of the battle took place, to their astonishment, nothing was there. Not even the slain bodies of the warg. Everything had seemingly disappeared and the air clung around them in a blanket of deathly chill.

Tumnaooriel ran up beside Bulvard and put her hands around the vast expanse of his upper arm. Instinctively he put his arm around the woman and held her tightly, though his eyes absently gazed over the forlorn landscape.

"Where could they all have gone?" Culloth barked.

"Calixto... Gwen... Harolas...Elwyn...and... and sweet Elanor," mumbled Bulvard.

"Aiwn and Ransom as well," whispered Tumnaooriel, holding on to the big warrior for dear life.

"Let go of him, you... you woman," growled Culloth and Tumnaooriel heart skipped a beat.

Bulvard's embrace tightened and her looked down at the trembling woman. Her large eyes looked up at him pleadingly and he drowned in them. "Leave her be, sister Culloth," he said, "She is of no harm to me, she needs our help as much as I need her company." He smiled and a feeling of warmth and love over came Tumnaooriel, melting her fears away for the moment.

Culloth grunted and sifted around the ravaged landscape around them. "Where do we look for them?" she growled to herself.