[ArwenBaggins]

Arinn rushed recklessly through the door of his home, a struggling Eli in his hands; the boy was pushing locks of sweaty hair out of his father's eyes. He let the weak boy down gently, hoping he would find a seat for rest after his frightening ordeal. Instead, he beamed proudly, put his hands on his hips, and proceded to waddle to his mother. "Momma! There's a big monster in da sky! Did ya see da big birdie-thing?"

"A dragon," Arinn clarified, even though he himself was unsure if their sighting. "It was a dragon, coming from the North." He tried to remain calm, with the blood rushing through his veins and the breath coming quick. He had to be strong for his family.

Arinn collapsed into a kitchen chair, apparently tired from the hastened jog and the evident fear. He opened his mouth to say something to Willow about Eli's near fainting, but decided that this jumbled and panicked state of mind was not the best time to tell his already-frightened wife.

"I think we should head over to Rhysdan's and Willow's and make sure everyone's alright- on the way back I saw some flames over that way," he faltered slowly, not sure if it was in his best interest for his wife and son to know that he saw fire near their loved ones. "Eric! Elanor!" Arinn stood from his chair and looked to Willow, still cowering in a chair in the corner.

Why hadn't the children come yet? Surely they had heard his call! "Willow," he said calmly (even though very frightened), but hastened to add, "my dear, where are Eric and Elanor?"