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“Bu-but, no one else is fit for the role. Isn't it my duty to put my personal feelings aside for the whole battalion? What if no one else volunteers? Am I the only option? Am I fit?"
After coming upon eachother quite by accident, Hravanis joined the Noldo Lady, Carnifinde in her dark but vital business. It was a journey that took them far across the Trollshaws to the ancient lands of Eregion, a land of many memories for such an ancient pair as they.
Thanks to having to cross Helcaraxe so long ago, Aurthiel despises the cold. All the way up to the Third Age the sight of snow or the feelings of chilly weather leave a foul taste in her mouth... When forced into winter environments, she bundles up as much as she can, but to no avail. She still feels the cold. And she hates it.
The night sky's stars shone like silver dust in the sky. The torches blazed with fire, bringing some minor warmth the chilling midnight. Alasiel pulled her red hood over her head, shivering. She watched her brother, his eyes glazed with admiration. He was watching Lord Feanor as he led the heist. He and the Teleri spoke. Hushed, confused voices which were too far away for the girl to understand. Then, shouting.