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Frodess · 03-25-2003, 03:19 PM

Trudging up the pass, Yanithë was frozen. No, not just frozen, but cold, wet andfrozen. Her woolen cloak stuck to her as well as her dark hair. She longed for her horse, but the mare was left in Rivendell, safe, unlike her mistress.

One of the Men from Gondor had fallen. Yanithë knew him not, yet she mourned for him. At the camp site they had made, her salty tears froze to her wind-blistered face. Luckily, she hid her face behind her cloak so that the others wouldn't notice. A sudden realization hit her: I may not live through this.

That was not her greatest fear. Like most of the women of Rohan, she did not fear Death. But with the coming of the avalanche, Worry and Fear began to taunt her mind.

03-25-2003, 03:19 PM	#11
Frodess Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: somewhere Posts: 64	Trudging up the pass, Yanithë was frozen. No, not just frozen, but cold, wet andfrozen. Her woolen cloak stuck to her as well as her dark hair. She longed for her horse, but the mare was left in Rivendell, safe, unlike her mistress. One of the Men from Gondor had fallen. Yanithë knew him not, yet she mourned for him. At the camp site they had made, her salty tears froze to her wind-blistered face. Luckily, she hid her face behind her cloak so that the others wouldn't notice. A sudden realization hit her: I may not live through this. That was not her greatest fear. Like most of the women of Rohan, she did not fear Death. But with the coming of the avalanche, Worry and Fear began to taunt her mind. __________________ Lots of Cheese Je suis le fromage!