The dark elf stood silently in deep thought over the dead beast. Anarya brushed a wayward strand of hair from Taralphiel’s face before she looked towards Rûdhchamion. Khelek had regained his poise and sat up alert.
“Hush, we must stay cautious”, she whispered comfortingly to the young girl. “You must rest as well.”
“But first we must find a safer place to regain our strength,” Rudhchamion spoke suddenly. A look of grim determination was on his face.
”Is there such a place anymore?” Asked the young wolf.
“It’s a dark, foreboding place we go to…” Taralphiel whispered softly.
Rûdhchamion kept silent as he led them to another alcove. As they began to rest, he turned to look at their destination.
Dol Guldur. What awaited them there, he thought as he felt a cold chill in the air.
|