“She is going to ask me to go to mirkwood, I know it”
That was all Dollic could process after staring into the lady Galadriel’s mirror. She knew his fears, she was all seeing right? The thought of mirkwood terrified the hobbit.
“There are spiders everywhere, it’s invested in that god forsaken land.”
He had heard the stories from travelers, mirkwood was not a place you wanted to be unless you were prepared for mortal combat at all times. Sure Dollic was no babe in the woods but spiders were a weakness.
“I’ll stay in Lothlorien as long as I can, I know they will have busy work for me”
He rationalized and procrastinated as much as he could, justifying his thoughts as he walked through Caras Galadhon seemingly oblivious to its splendor. Could he turn back and return to the shire? Of course but what of the people he had met along the way, people he had fought with, shed blood with? Were they to face the hardships alone?
“No”
He spoke out loud as an elf gazed at him quizzically then went back to her business. Dollic was torn, fear was seeping into his mind. He had heard of the region “the scuttledells”, the spiders infested it and he knew one step into mirkwood was one step closer toward facing his fear.
“It’s never the wrong time to do the right thing” He told himself
“I’ll help with Mazog and if need be I’ll attack Dol Guldur on my own!” He proclaimed triumphantly.
But Dollic was afraid, and alone….. The lady Galadriel had foreseen what was to come, and mirkwood called.
