To Rescue Celebrian - RPG

[the real findorfin]

Since the incident with the Wargs, Fingil had struck a chord with Torfithien and they had grown in friendship. They now walked together most days and as Moria loomed, a deep dread fell over Fingil, which could only be quenched with Torfithien’s aid. But as the sun shone down, he buried his fears and resolutely strode onward.

He had talked with Elrohir in the past few days and they had shared worries of their lack of cover. But as the ground would soon become rocky, Fingil hoped that they would be able to hide and possibly loose any followers. Now, as they packed up and made ready to march after another tense but uneventful night, Fin felt the sun on his face and a new hope dawned in him. They would enter Moria! They would find their lady! They would Rescue Celebrian!

He looked around him and saw the increasingly worried faces hid did something that he would not have dreamed doing usually.

“My friends’” he called out, “we will achieve our quest, as Arien is my witness, I will not let us fail.” He raised his sword to the sun, and slowly, one by one, the others joined him with similar gestures of hope.

“Then let us go and achieve it,” said Elladan, soberly.