I slam into the snow. My foot slipped. I let out a shivery breath. I can feel the cold. I can normally withstand but for some reason it's different. We've managed to climb up the mountain. The snow offer's little comfort with my feet. Malachi drags me up. I wince. 

"Where are you taking me?" I ask.

"Just how long are you planning to ask me that?" He asks turning.

"Until you have answered." I say.

"But fun will that be?" He asks.

"This isn't fun at all." I say. 

"Seak for yourself little brother." He chuckles. 

He pushes me again. I wince. We've been walking for two days straight. I wonder if Aragorn will be able to find me. I know he's looking for me, but does my father know of this? If he does, I'll hope he's on his way at least. I've run for three days straight but I do not have shoes or a shirt for my chest. I feel like I'm an animal walking for miles on a leash.

"It can't be that bad." Malachi looks at my feet.

"Speak for yourself." I hiss.

"Very funny little brother." Malachi pushes me down. 

I get a mouthful of snow.

"Ah. Here we are." Malachi looks around.