As she rode, Tinsith heard the howl of the wargs. She was so angry and sad, she could of turned back and fight, but her family had wanted her to survive. She had no choice but to continue forwards, trusting completely her horse to bring her to Snowbourn. She couldn't do much more than hold on to the horse, crying. She got hit by a rogue branch from a bush twice on the way. But why would she care? A scratch or two was much better than what had just happened.
As she approached the gate of Snowbourn, two guards came forth.
'What is thy's business here, and why in such a hurry?' The first said.
The second knew better of her sudden appearance there. 'What's going on in the fields?' He asked.
'Saruman's wargs... attacking villages... loads of deaths...' Was all she could answer.
'Quick! Get some troups!' The second yelled at the first.
He did as he was told. The second then brought her in the city to an inn where she could rest. Once on the bed, she immediately fell asleep. The gruesome face of her brother replaced her normal dreams. In the morning she woke up screaming. She was all sweaty, and tears were pouring out of her eyes. When a maid came in to check on her, she found the girl crying out all the tears in her body, and maybe more. This continued for the next a few days, always as tiring and wet.
''Not all deserve to remember, not all deserve to forget.''
