Rosa walked on though he trees feeling tired and hungery and another things at the sametime.
Not knowing of the conflicted between the orcs and elfs she sang a song that her father,Ponto, had told her and her brother Polo about the the lady of the wood in lothlórien.
"An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shineing star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was in her hair
As sun upon th golden boughs
In Lórien the fair"
She sang as she stumbled over another log and tripped face first into the muddy bank of a small stream.
"stupid mud....stupid stream!" She murmured as she got up and tryed to brush off the wet thick mud that covered her old ripped clothes and pale face.
By now the valley wood ended and the home of the great lord Elrond came into veiw.
"Aye, this is a good day!" She whspered as she ran forward towards Rivenell with what left of energy she had inside her and lerthed her smalls legs forward.
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