Waiting, time moves so slow. We are the guests of elves, never thought I ever needed the help of this old race. But, we do. Especially Melowen and my brother. They now lie in a tent while the elves are doing their best to tend to their wounds. That poor girl got hit by five arrows, and my brother by one arrow close to his neck. I thought I lost them, but this elf maiden has healing skills I did not deem possible. We are now on this high rock with old elven ruins, which we also crossed on our journey to the gap. Not far from here Wulfreda fell off the waterfall back then. I just keep waiting here restless, walking around. I hardly talk with them, nor do they seem very interested to make conversation other than their kind. Yet there was one elf that wished to hear my story this morning. Forgot his name, bloody elvish accent is hard to interpret. He did seem like a decent fellow, for an elf.
He wanted to know what happened down south. I told him how the gap was overrun by a legion of orcs, and how we fled north. I also told him we lost one of our kin in Isengard, Tidhelm Icwalsteng. The poor man must be dead or tortured in the dungeons of that wizard. There was nothing we could do to save him, I do not even know where we lost him. I recall him running off, or was that something the wizard put in my head? Either way, we fled into a dark forest with Melowen, my brother, Wulfreda and two other riders. One of the two riders appeared to be Irwinn eldest son Irwthryth. We rode hard, as howls of wargs were behind us. One of the scouts found us but was dispatched by the shieldmaidens. After riding a few hours, we found ourselves in trouble again. We rode close to a wild men village, a group of archers on a large boulder were firing arrows at us. It was here Melowen and Arunel got hit by arrows, wounding them beyond aid. The wild men tried to drag my brother away, but the remaining riders run the wild men down. Irwthryth carried my brother on his horse and Melowen was under my care. We rode far north, to an abandoned ruin on a hill where we tried to stop the bleeding. Most arrows were taken out and the wounds burned with hot metal. It seemed Melowen was already one step in another world, as her ramblings made no sense. We rode much further north, as far as our horses could ride to seek the help of the elves.
The elf listened intently to my story and hailed another of his kin. He spoke to him in his own tongue, after which he took a white horse and rode north with great haste. " He will bring word to Imladris, about the news you told me" he said. I care little, as long as they manage to heal my friend and brother. Enough lives are lost on this journey already.
