[Macalaure]

It is the year 100 of the Sun. Arien and Tilion shine upon the vast greens of Ard-Galen, where the Elves gloriously lay siege to the dark fortress of Angband.

This is the strange account of a group of twenty-two Elven riders of the House of Finarfin, obeying the orders of Angrod and Aegnor, patroling the grassy plains surrounding the Dark Lord's abide. Despite the due watchfulness of the scouts, this patrol did not promise to be any less uneventful as the usual one during these days of long peace.

After several days of scouting, and being many days of riding away from home, things happened the party did not, and could not, expect. They were about to set camp for the night, when in the twilight six evil spirits were lurking near them, undiscovered. They were waiting for the night to fall, biding their time to prey upon the Elven guards.

But they did not intend to kill them, nor capture them into slavery.

They had far worse in mind.


(It is now Night1. Wolves plot. Seer dream. Lovers may start pm'ing.)