Destroyed by Fire

The path was not a helpful one. It wound on fer some half an hour's riding, then came out by a village on another side turn, only that one was burned ter the ground. There be a few places where flames were still red and gold, but mostly there be a greenish purple red haze. It smelt bad, like a lot of places in Angmar. Almost all of the familiar looking buildings had been reduced to black ash. 

"Poison air?" asked Lithea, turning her mare, Honey away from the opening.

"I don't know, right enough. But we can't chance it. We have ter find another path."

They both retreated down the the main pathway. 

"Yer think them Elves is getting frustrated?" Lithea sighed. She could understand such destruction, but she wanted not to fall behind. 

"What is this dream of yours about, Lithea? Yer said yer ter save an Elf , but that's a tall order fer either of us." For the first time, Tolbold really looked at Lithea when he spoke. It was as if, until that moment, he hadn't really understood. 

"If I don't save him, none of us will get away," she said firmly.