Trees loomed over them from all directions. The old Forest road went straight eastwards. Neither turning or diverting from its' route through the centre of Mirkwood. A mist gathered and settled around the company as they trudged onwards. Little light came throught the tops of the trees but the road went ever on. Astarielle smiled as it reminded her of a little song she had heard on her travels. She shrugged as the word eluded her.
The trees grew ever more dense and close. Astarielle turned to the northern side of the path. As her eyes pierced the mist she could have sworn she saw a shadow flitting off behind a tall tree. She halted, Ani Dao having noticed that the elf had stopped came over,
"What is it that you saw?"
"I do not know, i thought I saw a shadow but I cannot be certain. But even in this mist my eyes are keen and rarely lie." said Astarielle.
The company quickened its pace and moved on further into the forest.
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"I know exactly where I have been,
But never where I will go for
I tavel on the wings of angels"
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