[Mattius]

Mattius encouraged the horse foward in the darkness. In his haste he was sure he had gone ever so slightly of course. Suddenly the mare buckled and threw Mattius clean off. With a thud he landed on his backside before standing up and attempting to regain control of the animal. I must not linger, he thought. With a wild neigh the horse turned and ran back towards the house. It seemed the words of Radagast had not held on long enough. Well, thought Mattius, they probably would have if I followed the correct path.

He stood there twisting and turning his head trying to seek which way to go. His breathing was deep and loud but there was another sound, yes another. Mattius could hear almost silent footsteps but his elf hearing picked it up comming form behind him. He unsheathed his sword and spun around to be met by a woman dressed in gold. He was so taken back with surprise he stopped breathing for a second. It was Goldberry, both beautiful and ancient.
"Follow me Firnlord, I will take you to her," she spoke in almost a dreamlike whisper. Mattius did as he obeyed without even asking how she knew his true name and followed as she led him deeper into the night.