[Airerûthiel]

Torfithien spoke. "My kin of the Golden Wood would be more than willing to aid this quest, as both the Lady Celebrian and her daughter walked in that country many years before. I am willing to ride back east, but unless the messenger who was travelling with the Lady has returned to Imladris without our knowledge we may be too late to find her if I do so. It would take at least twelve days to reach them, and by then I fear we may not be able to help Celebrian." There was a tinge of sadness in her voice, as though she knew what was to come of their journey to the dwarven halls.

The dream that had troubled her rest the night before still weighed heavy on her conscience. She had always been plagued by her gift of foresight, and she cursed and welcomed it in equal measure. She had seen a necessary but not entirely unexpected conflict, and less shadowy figures leaving the long dark tunnels than had entered them. But she held her tongue, unsure as to whether it was vital to trouble the already anxious party with what may not yet come to pass - although the hollow feeling in her stomach and bitter taste in her mouth only served to confirm her fears.

"I am sure the Lord and Lady of the Wood possess the wisdom to have thought of this plan you intend to see through, Angóre." She smiled at the male Elf, trying to read his eyes and see the secrets he hid beneath them. "But you were right to think on of this, for there are many who would not consider such a thing."

She turned back to the group, her long hair streaming out behind her like a veil of the night sky itself. "I can only hope that we are not yet too late to save the Lady," she whispered to herself, staring up into the morning sky and trying desperately to read hopeful messages from the patterns of the clouds.

[ March 12, 2003: Message edited by: Airerûthiel ]