[Halbereth Diagona]

"My- my ankle. Hurts." Sorell whispered. He pulled away from Kalia and sat down heavily. He huddled up in a little ball and closed his eyes. He was tired and confused, he just wanted to be away, home at Mirkwood.
Kalia heard small whipers coming from her friend, and leant over to pull back the curtain of long red hair that obscured his face.
Sorell was crying! In all the time- and over 1000 years is a long time- that she had known Sorell, he had only cried once, and that was in his room with the door locked. Now here he was, sitting on a mountain top in full view of everyone and sobbing like his heart would break.