The next day I wake up to the sunlight beaming in the room; the empty room. I don't know where the king is... or where he slept last night because I was in his bed... Did he even sleep?

My eyes flash around the room as my senses return. No sign of him. After last night I no longer will be able to think of him as merely my king... he is my friend, my family...

The light comes from his balcony that has no doors and this time I get a good look of his room, which is huge. On the west side is the doorway to the private bathing room and beside it hangs beautiful silver armor fit for a king. A couch-like piece sits in front of another on the opposite side. There is a large round table with carved antlers for dining if he chooses to eat alone, a banner of his kingdom hung on the wall. Large wardrobes to hold his kingly attire are on the right side of his bed that I lay on... which is also overly enormous now that I can see better. Around the room there are tables and chairs all crafted beautifully from wood, and little things here and there that make it his private sanctuary.

That reminds me... I slept last night. I didn't think I would be able to...

I lift my head and it doesn't throb. But blood is still in my hair. I pull the covers off my body and step onto the floor. I should go to my room and take a bath before breakfast... I can try to get this red from my scalp and wash the rest of yesterday's battle off my skin.

I look around, still a tiny bit light headed, and take a few steps, my eyes still looking around the room from my curiosity.

A sword is hung high on the wall before me. I am sure it has some significance to it. It looks like it hasn't been used in ages... though a scratch on the blade tells me that it has indeed seen battle.

Under that is a low dresser with a couple candles on it with silver bases. But what catches my eye is the stunning white jeweled necklace set carefully on the wood... I touch the mesmerizing silvery chain with my fingertip and then the jewels that twinkle like starlight. It looks like a woman's necklace...

My eyes look back at the wall that is completely open to the outside, holding a lovely balcony. I can see the morning sun recently risen to greet the new day and shading the forests with a bright dandelion that turns the leaves purely orange. There is a heavy curtain there at the edge of the wall to separate the room from the balcony but something tells me he doesn't use it often. I wouldn't either.

But I breathe and then turn and walk to the door.

I really hope no one catches me... I shut my eyes with my hand on the long handle but turn it down slowly. I open the door and peer out of it... the way is clear.

I step out cautiously, hoping that none of the other elves would see me, dressed in the king's robes and leaving his chamber in the morning. This clearly would look really really bad if someone was to catch me...

But miraculously I make it to my room without being spotted. And I take a bath quickly, scrubbing my head and other wounds. I am clean but when I see my naked body I see them, the purple bruises that look worse than they feel. Two on my ribs and side, one on my cheek. I wish for something to cover it but there is nothing I can do. I sigh.

But I change quickly into something; a simple burnt orange colored dress and exit my room, leaving my hair the way it is.

After breakfast (yes I don't miss it this time) I go outside and sit in the spot where Nin and I usually talk, up in the tree.

I rest with my back against a large branch, feeling a cool breeze on my face that blows my hair back along with the fire red leaves. I get only tiny bits of the sun when the leaves move out of the way.

"That was stupid, you know?" I hear a familiar voice say to my left. I open my eyes and look up in the tree to see Niniliath on a higher branch. I didn't even notice her.

I just look at her and frown.

"You don't talk back to a king even for a friend."

"Most people don't try to take a bullet for you, Nin."

"I know. So I say thank you. It was stupid. But it was also admirable."

"You're welcome then," I look back towards the forest.

"...Vilora?" she says strangely.

"What?" I sound casual.

She has moved from her branch to mine, staring at my face. "Bloody—what happened to you?"

"Wh—Oh this?"

"Yes the stain on your skin. It wasn't there before I left you with the king."

"It's just—I fell."

"You forget I am an elf, human. You're lying."

"Don't worry about it, Nin—"

"Wait... you stayed with the king after I left... Did he—?"

"No of course not," I say. "He would never. I told you I fell. Really you know how clumsy I am."

She chuckles. "Well you missed a show this morning."

"What?"

"Three men ran from the kingdom. I don't like men. I am glad they are no longer staying with us. But the king almost killed them. You should have seen his eyes, Vil."

I act surprised but I know exactly what she means. "So they left for good then? And they're alive?"

"Oh yes... barely. I wonder what made him so angry. He seemed alright letting them stay here to begin with."

"I don't know," I say, biting my lip. "...Did you take care of the wargs?" I remember suddenly, worried about what she went out to do. "Is Kel alright? I haven't seen him since. How many died?"

"He's alright yes, of course. I suppose some wargs are nothing we cannot handle. No other elves were killed. Thank Ilúvatar. A few were injured is all."

"I'm sorry this is all my fault—"

"It's not your fault it was mine I am the general. I should have thought it through more..."

"...How long did it take to hunt them down?"

"Well luckily they had a camp not too far. We were back before the moon was at its peak."

"That's good... I am glad all is well again... but I suppose we have to be on alert now."

"Indeed. I have stationed guards further out so we will see them coming if they do again. Kel and I are working on finding out where they are coming from. It is all a matter of business. I cannot tell you how many times I've chased out armies from these woods."

"Then you must do your job well," I smile.

She returns it and looks down with thought.

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The next few days go by without speaking to the king at all. Perhaps it is because we don't really see each other and when we do he is speaking of strategies and important defense tasks of Mirkwood.

Though we bump into each other at dinner the next night and he asks me how I am doing. I know what he means so I tell him I have never been better. He seems glad and the two of us forget that night. Though we now both have acquired an unspoken friendship and in a way we are closer than even Nin and I. And that day his eyes remind me of someone I haven't thought about in a while... and I don't mean Ryohnin. But I dismiss the thought.

I spend time with Nin and my new friends of the realm like always, getting to know their stories more and more each day. I suppose living so long you would have plenty of them to tell.

And also I can now speak fluently in the language of the wood elves.

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But once Thranduil's steward calls me into the king's study I feel my heart lunge in nervousness, not knowing what to expect him to have to say to me. I take a deep breath and follow the elf down under the throne room.

Thranduil stands at his desk in thought.

"My king," I bow. "You summoned me?"

He eyes me. "I did. It has come to my attention that finding the grey wizard might be difficult. He has left on the quest to Mordor so tracking him would be more than just difficult and also dangerous," he says to me. He is proper and kingly like before but I can tell he is more relaxed with me now and gentle in the eyes. "However, I remember a book on your particular gift. There is only one in existence. It is in possession of another great wizard called Saruman the White who takes refuge in Isengard. The tower lies at the north part of the Gap of Rohan and west of FangornForest. I will mark it for you if you have a map. And if you take... winged transport it would be but a week long journey."

I nod, trying to take all this in. "Right. Okay... I should go then. Um yes I should probably need you to mark it for me thank you. And... when I find the book then what? Should I return?"

"I hope you do, Vilora." He almost smiles. "Besides I do not think a young woman such as herself would now find any protection elsewhere to stay other than here. The other elven kingdoms are there if you wish to stop and rest during your journey. You can trust them but... Mirkwood is your home and I wish for your return."

"I will. I... am glad I am welcome here." I look up into his eyes.

"Always." His eyes grin at me and I smile back, though it looks more like I am just trying to hide one.

"I know you say it might be a week but not knowing what will happen I... Just don't worry for me. If I am detained I will send word to the realm and let you know I am alright."

He nods politely with agreement. "I will be with you shortly to say goodbye, Lady Vil."

"Alright," I smile widely and turn to leave the room. "Until then Thran—uh your grace," I correct. It is probably okay to call him Thranduil if I'm alone with him but I don't want his steward to hear me call him that.

I hear the king chuckle as I leave.

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I run up to my room, change clothes, and pack my things into a leather satchel. I wear the same gear I wore the first day of training with my new weapons with Nin.

I meet Thranduil in the war room so he can mark down the elven kingdoms for me to stay at during my journey and other ally places that he knows I will be safe at. Then he marks the lonely tower of Isengard for me. He tells me that Saruman can be stubborn and can even be hostile but with Thranduil's seal to take as evidence he will allow me the book.

As I rush out the door I hear a voice calling after me.

"Manke naa lle autien?" Nin asks. (Where you are going?)

"Isengard," I answer.

She has caught up to me. "Mankoi?" (Why?)

"There is a book I wish to read there," I speak in English, stopping and turning to her. "I'll be back I promise. It will be soon unless I find the grey wizard or learn of how I can use my gift. I'll keep in touch. This is important I must go."

"Can't you just stay here? It's dangerous out there with Sauron's minions running about. You'll be killed."

"I've trained all my life to handle them I'll be fine."

"You can help our soldiers here in Mirkwood."

"Nin I don't think that's a good idea seeing as what happened last time. Besides I have my own quest and this will benefit all in Middle Earth not just my kin or yours..."

She looks down. "And do you think you would be leaving without telling the rest of us goodbye?"

"No of course not. I will."

She smiles. "I want you to have Sûl." She speaks of the speckled horse I rode before.

"No you all need her."

"Not as much as you now. You can make twice the time and be back home before supper," she grins.

I smile at her. "...Thank you, Nin."

As I saddle up my horse and put some of my supplies on the beast's back the others meet me to tell me goodbye.

"I hope to see you all again soon, though I don't know where my path will lead me," I say to Nin, Kel, Riven, and Nodwen who stand there.

"May it lead you back home in time, mellon," Kel says with a kind smile.

I return his grin with a wider one and nod.

"It was pleasant knowing you, my lady," Riven says.

"She is leaving not dying," Nodwen frowns.

I laugh and the others do the same. "Oh I will miss you all."

"Good luck on your journey, Vilora," Nodwen says.

"And I wish you all peace here in Mirkwood. May your days be as fun as the ones you have given me."

They make bows and curtsies with hands at their hearts and I look to Nin before she speaks. "We shall be here. Thank you for being such a good friend to me..."

I wrap my arms around her in a goodbye hug.

"Is this what your people do when they say goodbye?" she asks hesitantly.

I giggle. "Just appreciate it, elf. I don't know how you all don't hug each other must be lonely."

"Certainly..." she says sarcastically.

"Do we all get one?" Riven asks quietly.

I back away from Nin. "Yes you do," I laugh, half expecting to annoy them by saying it and throwing my arms around Riven. But she hugs back and giggles.

I give Nodwen a hug and then Kel who is the gentlest and it does feel weird for a moment being wrapped up with him like that seeing as these elves don't really touch much at all.

But I remind myself I won't see him again for a long time and I hug him tightly back.

He has his mouth curled on both sides cutely when I retreat. I get up on Sûl after that and look at my family. Nin stands close to Kel to wave me goodbye and I place my gaze on the road ahead of me... and with a jolt I kick the beast forward and let it carry me west. I don't look back.

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Sûl carries me on her back through the trees that seem lighter than before. Perhaps even though orcs still reside in Mirkwood, the curse is still lifting.

Light shines on the black bark as if turning it to gold with its touch. Leaves fly from the wind created by the hooves of the steed I ride over the forest floor. My bum hardly touches the saddle as I race the wind through the woods of my new kin, down the forest path that leads me west, away from the Woodland Realm and from my home.

The little subtle stones form the trail I take through the trees. I pass the huge trunks more than six feet thick. I cross a river on a skinny stone bridge and then another shallow one later, Sûl's hooves splashing in the mirror that reflects sparkling light from the peeking sun.

I hear birds chirp for a while and even see a mighty stag flee into the trees but after a long time I hear nothing at all, only the sound of my steed as we gallop.

I look up at the tree tops... it's too quiet.

Or perhaps I am just paranoid. I am not sure. But that incident with orcs is still stuck with me. But maybe this is more peaceful than I give credi—a massive gust of wind blows my hair into my face and rattles the trees above me and makes my horse take a few steps back with an uneasy posture and whipping head.

But that isn't the last of it. Something enormous crashes down into the forest ten foot from where I am, cutting off my path and making Sûl whiney in fear.

My eyes flash open widely as I pull the locks from my face and look at what sits before me

The huge black creature stretches its wings out and then brings its head up to see me. Oh geez.

It makes a settling bellow or perhaps an inner purring sound.

It came back to me?

I climb off my horse and ease her with a hand at her neck until she calms down. I approach the thing slowly but it steps forward and begins lapping at my face.

"Darn you I thought I got rid of you long ago," I laugh.

It squeals almost and behaves excitedly.

I smile at him and touch his smooth nose, the hot breath skimming my arm.

This is much better and less dangerous than riding on the ground.

I look back at Sûl standing there and wonder if she knows the way home on her own.

I walk to her and begin to pull my things off her back. "Can you find the Woodland Realm, Sûl?" I ask like she would be able to understand me.

She shifts positions but that's all.

I fasten my stuff to the dragon's saddle.

After I write a note so that the elves don't worry for me and attach it to the horse, I smile and place my hand on her soft snout. She looks into my eyes curiously. I speak in the new tongue to return home and it immediately seems to nod and turn to gallop back where I started. I watch after her and hope she makes it back safely.

I turn to look at the huge winged beast before me, ready to await my very orders.

I smirk and run to him, leaping on his back and grasping the reins. "Numen!" I command and my dragon brings out his wings to smack against the wind and throw us into the air above the trees and over the lands of Mirkwood. (west)

The wind hits my face and my stomach takes a leap as we climb into the light of sun, clutching the beast tightly so I don't fall back. But I am braver flying now than I was before.

I even smile. Being back in the air is like dancing in the clouds after being strapped to the ground. I am free once more.

We soar over the woods and I can almost see the MistyMountains far west, lying on the horizon in a blue haze. The edge of the forest can be seen but hardly. It seems to end just below the mountains even though I know it does not.

I breathe in the fresh air and feel the sun on my face gladly. Too long was I kept under the treetops and in caves. Today I taste the wind.

We travel over the red sea of trees and I angle him southwest until the large Mountains of Mirkwood approach, tall and intimidating like the king of these woods himself.

Closer and closer they get, as trees and life below passes under us; leaves of red and orange like a forest on fire as sunlight makes them shine and wind makes them dance.

The biggest peak passes far to the east (our left) that is easily ten times larger than the mountain holding the kingdom of wood elves. The rocky spikes of the woods stretch from the trees, as if trying to reach the sun but instead being cursed with the kiss of snow.

Around it mountains that strive to be called hills because of their soft appearance, carrying trees on their backs and arching high in the sky, creating trenches and valleys in the earth below. I try not to pay too much attention to the size of anything as to not become afraid of the height.

I smile and stroke my beast's neck as we fly steadily over the peaks and the dips, glad that I am flying and not riding, as I would have had to move around the mountains and make my trip far longer.

I catch the vision of a road past the mountains that weaves through the trees but keeps mostly straight, cutting Mirkwood into a blunt half.

The sun has taken its nap now and leaves us with the light of the moon. And my dragon and I make camp down in the woods under the cover of the trees. I find a branch high in the winding limbs to lie in after I eat some of the food I packed. The "dark one" finds fresh game to feed off of and I relax while staring up at the moon, refusing to be left under the leaves and covered from the sky.

I rest there against the bark until my eyes become heavy and I fall asleep.

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The next day I arise early and eat before climbing onto the back of my dragon and continuing our journey southwest. We fly over trees until they gradually end and we see a white streak cutting in the land like a white thread on a canvas of green. It gets wider as we shorten the distance between it and us, making it shimmer blue and ivory like a mirror of the sky above.

We follow the stream of silver down south all day, keeping the MistyMountains to our right, miles of green hills separating us from them.

I watch as the sun slowly rolls over us and back down as we travel. I almost feel homesick now that I am so alone... But I keep a hand on my dragon carrying me. Maybe I am not entirely alone.

The river leads us to another forest by late evening, this one much smaller than Mirkwood and colors of green and yellow. The trees are soft and stand tall, unlike the swirling and enchanting trees of the woods I left behind.

These trees seem normal size until I realize they grow larger as we advance over the forest. They stretch to the skies tall, with trunks that look thirty six foot thick.

Never in my life have I seen plants this enormous.

I allow myself to reach into my satchel as I get my beast to steady himself.

I pull out the map and look at the markings Thranduil made for me. Right now I am still following the river Anduin but the woods I see before me are the woods of Lórien. And they are an ally of the elves; another kingdom of the race of angel robots.

It is late and my morier needs to rest. So I descend into the trees that are a little smaller. Until they cover us, the leaves almost grazing my cheek as we lower down into them, letting the branches whip wildly from the gusts of wind my dragon creates.

We land there on the forest floor, the light colored leaves fluttering down around us like flower pedals. I look around at the peaceful and beautiful forests, the bright colors so inviting and so different from Mirkwood. I feel like a fairy in an enchanted wood.

I slip off the saddle of my beast and stretch my stiffened legs, the inside of my thighs numb from all of the riding. My hands feel bruised from holding reins for so long.

My eyes look up at the moonlight that rains in gladly from the leaves that let it, simply reflecting the white and blue into the forest.

I walk forward and breathe. I know that elves live here. I wonder wher—I turn around and hold my breath when I feel a presence behind me, my nose now pointing at the arrow aimed for my face. My eyes widen and they look up at the fair haired elf who stares me down, a robotic look in his eye.

I hear a growling and look around to see elves have emerged from out of nowhere and threaten us with the tips of their arrows. But the growl came from my dragon.

They almost fire.

"No no don't!" I call out in fear. "He's friendly is obedient! I promise!" I panic. If they kill him I have no ride to Isengard and no ride back. Besides the fact that I need to protect my companion that looks at me now. "Morier stand down!" I command. He lowers his head in a submissive way and the elves don't kill him.

"She rides a Fell Beast but she is no Nazgul," I hear a smooth voice say.

My eyes look at he who speaks. A blonde he-elf with authority in his demeanor. I accept the fact that no blonde elves have blonde eyebrows...

This elf wears a wrap on his shoulders that descends almost into a cape on his back but more like a scarf... colored maroon over light armor officer's uniform. He is a captain I believe.

And I suppose he knows I am not an elf or he'd be speaking in his language.

Fell beast. That's what these dragons are called. Nin told me the story of the nine riders; the ones in pursuit of Frodo and the ring. They used to be mortal men. Nine kings and their kingdoms. But they accepted rings from Sauron as a gift and one by one they were poisoned into slaves of his darkness and now they serve him as long as he wishes. They became only spirits in suits of armor and cloaks, that is why they appear to have no face... and they say no living man can kill them.

"Clearly," I say as my expression hasn't relaxed yet. My eyes flash from him to the arrow still at my face.

"To bring such a creature into our peaceful woods bears the penalty of death."

"He endangers no elf... except those who harm its master," I warn them. It's true that if they kill me he'll swallow at least four of them. I stand without fear though. Elves are not the foolish kind to kill without thought.

He almost gives me a look but a subtle one.

"Lower your weapons we are allies."

"None but followers of Sauron have ridden such a beast, which leads me to suspect you are definitely an ally."

"Then would I have this?" I reach into my satchel as the elf before me tenses his weapon. But carefully I pull out the seal and show it to this captain.

His brows tense a little as he looks at this item in my palm. Gently he picks it op with two fingers and observes it before looking at me. "King Thranduil's seal from the Woodland Realm..."

I nod.

"How is that you could tame such a creature of darkness of you are not one with shadow?" He asks.

"With this." I lift my hand to show my tune. "It's an ancient and very rare gift passed from centuries to me. I only know of three that understand it. Your people are safe. He won't harm anyone. I only ask to sleep for the night in your protected borders." As I say this I wonder if the bruise on my cheek is still noticeable...

He hands the seal back to me and I pocket it. He bows civilly. "If you are sent by the king of Mirkwood then you are welcome here, friend."

"Diola lle," I put a hand on my heart and curtsy.

"But you must keep that creature in these woods and away from our citizens."

"Agreed. One moment." I excuse myself to walk over to Morier as the guards lower their weapons. "Alright you monster can you find your way back here in the morning?" I ask in the elvish tongue.

He snarls and then spreads his wings as the elves back up a little. He takes off up into the trees and then the sky. I smile a little as he leaves me and then turn to the captain who approaches politely.

"You may follow me, my lady, to Caras Galadhon where you may sleep."

"Amin Vilora, Heru en amin." I smile. (I am Vilora, my lord)

"Mae govannen, Lady Vilora. Amin Nikerym Haldir, Lothlórien." (Well met Lady Vilora. I am Captain Haldir of Lothlórien)

I bow subtly and then follow the captain from these woods after he commands his elves to stay in their places on guard. I suppose there are many dangerous foes lurking around the edges of the MistyMountains.

We make our way to where the trees part and look upon a cluster of overly enormous trees, the ones I saw from the sky. But standing beneath them they are certainly more gigantic than I even imagined.

I hold my breath as I gaze upon them. We enter the woods on a wide pathway and if I thought I was in fairy land before then I must be in heaven now because the place takes my breath away from where I was holding it. Bright lights like stars glitter around the trees when moonlight hits. Lamps that look more like tiny captured moons are hung around the civilization of elves dressed mostly in white if you didn't include the soldiers. I am surprised to see any civilians out at night but the one thing I have learned from living with elves is that they don't have to sleep as much as humans do.

They turn their heads my way when I walk through, all of them even more stunning than the elves in Mirkwood, which is already hard to beat. But the she-elves look like goddesses and the he-elves like actual angels... everything is stunning.

The arches and rooms carved flawlessly and openly out of wood look almost grown from the ground because of how they are crafted, (but of course very symmetrical unlike plants) with white wood that looks enchanting.

The stone wells, benches, and basins are all that is not made of wood. There isn't much in the place. These elves seem to live without clutter of any kind, in nature like humans are supposed to live. But we let technology and comfort consume us.

My eyes look around me in awe like a magnificent painting that shows something new each time you gaze at a single place.

Stairs of silver spiral around the trees of forty foot thick trunks—that tower straight into the night sky until huge branches lead out and let leaves mask us from the moon.

Captain Haldir has a woman show me a little place up the covered steps to where visitors and travelers are welcome to stay. She shows me a little room with almost a hammock-like bed of white sheets. It looks more than inviting and ten times better than sleeping on a branch like last night. The room doesn't have much else in it and a white curtain that looks flowing like a bridal veil to close the room and have privacy.

She leaves me and walks gracefully from the area.

After I eat from my satchel I close the curtain and pull off my corset torso cover along with my boots to relax in the bed, feeling like I float on a cloud as I fall quickly asleep.

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The next morning after they give me breakfast I depart from Caras Galadhon and walk back to where I let my dragon go. I look up at the mint trees as the leaves flow down from the branches like snow.

The colors are bright, pale yellows and greens all around if you don't count the trunks of the trees. I decide to try whistling into the wind. The sound echoes and silences the air around me...

I wait, my eyes darting about the leaves.

Until the familiar gusts of whined occur and the trees are blown. A shadow is cast overhead before Morier lands down upon the forest floor. I smile at him and walk to his side, stroking his neck as I do.

I shake my head. I was half expecting him to not return. But I leap onto his back and take the reins before I command him up.

We take to the air with leaves almost coming with us. I feel one get stuck in my hair. It is a cloudy morning and the sun is hiding itself behind clusters of silver.

It's a little chilly as well but I keep my composer. I can handle the cold. I have all my life.

My hands feel tougher than before. They have always been rough from all the abuse they have been through, but all this reins holding from various creatures makes them even tougher.

I climb up the wind, letting the air get colder but I will survive.

Gradually as the day goes by I see the mountains on my right get closer. They are ten times as large as even the one I saw in Mirkwood.

They are tall spikes of grey, white layering on the peaks that get larger and larger as I fly. Snow covered mountains cluster in long ranges like they were white cheese cut with a carving knife. To the left of us are the hills and plains until we reach in the distance I think is a sea... until I realize it's a massive forest of pine and other colors of dark green blend together to form the woods of FangornForest.

They near us, the trees not as large as Lórien and not as dark fairy looking as Mirkwood, but certainly great. And from here the forest itself takes up much more land than the ones I spent the night in.

Thunder cracks in the distance that makes me look up from the trees that pass beneath me. Dark clouds gather around the mountain tops that hide the peaks from me.

I command Morier faster so we can run through before a potential storm hits. I don't mind getting wet but I'd prefer not to.

And this high up it would probably be freezing rain.

The huge towering rocks that are as tall as the woods of Lórien is long approach us, the thick fog blurs the sight of the rest of the far peaks from my vision. I don't even realize how cold this height has made my skin. The thick vapors surround Morier and I as we fly through the mist that tickles my skin and makes it damp.

But... that's when the lighting strikes.

Like a flash on the mountain ahead it crashes against the stone, the string of white and purple sending heat through the air and causing a loud boom in our ears.

My eyes widen and I realize how dangerous it is. I look up at the nothingness of grey above me... and below me the sharp rocks under miles of bone freezing snow.

I hear my dragon begin to make a nervous sound and my heart begins beating fast. I swallow once and look around me in fear.

The thunder cracks and trails into a deep noise behind the thick fog above me.

Should I turn back? Or am I too far? Should I keep going?

I begin to panic and look around in all directions. How I would love a GPS right now.

I don't know where I am. I know that I am in the mountains north of Isengard... right? The wind has messed up my route now I don't even know which direction I am heading in. I am confused and terrified I just start making Morier dash forward, trying desperately to escape this storm I should have waited before this—... ah I am a fool! I am going to die!

I shut my eyes and cuddle close to the dragon as we speed through the air, cold making my face completely numb and my fingers tremble.

The wings of my beast crash against the pressure of the mist and send us forward until my eyes open wide as the peak flies into view... I see the bolt of lighting, a white flash that blinds me as it crashes against the mountain and breaks my ears into pieces with the thunderous sound, sending snow at us along with blazing heat after Morier flaps his wings wildly and I feel gravity shift... and I fall... plummeting down until darkness takes me.

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