Driven by the Will
The cold enveloped her body completely. Her hands felt numb and useless. Surrounded by deep darkness and a chilling silence, she rode across the inhospitable mountains. The fear had long left her, and been replaced by the fight to stay alive.
The day before.
She was still stunned by yesterday's meeting with the Eagle. The eagle that Should take care of Amorith was here .. with her. She knew instinctively that something had happened at home. With quick steps she left her flet, and went to the garden where Airathel was sitting. She trusted him. Everyone did it.
After a long conversation with him, she decided to leave Lorien as fast as possible. He was right. She would die of worry if she not went home to see if all was well.
She had decided to ride over the mountains. It was the fastest, and perhaps most dangerous road to take. She knew she had to fight with wild beasts, cold and loneliness. But the idea of taking the road into Moria, made her even more scared. Last time she had after all been accompanied by a group of good friends. But alone ... Never. And it would take too long. She had to take the route over the mountains.
She was touched when she saw how the kind Lorien elves took care of the situation. They gave her equipment such as food, warm clothes and a horse. The horse was a Mearas, given to her by Airathel.
He could run with the wind. And had the strength that was needed for a difficult journey. Her own horse Vanya was in Eregion. She had left him there, when she had to continue futher into Moria.Pick up Vanya she could do later. Now she had to try to get home as quickly as possible.
Larcatál carried her steadily and safely over the mountain's rugged terrain. Eovina was constantly on guard for unknown cliffs and wild animals. She could hear the wolves howl in a distance. She clung harder to the stallion's mane, and command him to run even faster.
Without any warning Larcatál pranced. A wolf was standing with bared teeth on the path she rode.
Eovina tried as best as possible to keep the balance. But the stallion stood straight up, so she fell backward and struck her head on a rock. In a brief glimpse she saw red, yellow and blue dots floating around. Then everything was dark.
She lay still on the frozen ground a few hours later. The air was full of fine snowflakes, which threatened to covering her. Over her snorted a white beautiful Mearas. Larcatál stood on guard. Waiting for his friend to wake up.
