evendim

The rain was easing up,and the sun had lit up the sky enough to shine an early morrow over Annúminas. This night, the invading forces had crushed the stand that the wardens and rangers had made.

The dull light barely pinched through the brown sack, the only view she had since the night before. A firm hand guided her restrained wrists up a slope, of manmade road in stone, that much she could tell.

She heard the sound of white water, rushing beside them. She was tired and confused, the long walk here had already worn her down considerably.
The heat from the sun on the sack had her head cooking, with no fresh air to breathe, just the same,damp,poor air with just enough draft of ventilation that she needed not to pass out.