As the golden leaves swirled around, Uruviel ran for her life. Her silver, blonde hair rushed behind her as she panted. The branches around her tore at her face. The forest floor was muddy and slippery. As her she ran, she checked to see if she still had the package in her cloak. She slowed down, breathing heavily. Her whole body started to shake from tiredness. But mostly, she was afraid. Maybe I have lost them… She looked around, checking her surroundings. She decided that they must have lost their way and that it would be safe to call for her horse. She whistled the tune her mother use to sing to her at night when she was afraid. Her pointed ears pricked at the sound of hooves. The elf turned around quickly to see her horse come galloping towards her. Finally, the white mare slowed to stop in front of her master. "Tovel, we must hasten to Lothlorien," the elf whispered. She mounted her horse and urged her horse forward.
They had traveled a mile when Uruviel galloped into a meadow. When she was in the middle of the meadow, she slowed her horse. As her horse began to drink, Uruviel hoped off and set aside her traveling gear. She reached from under her cloak a tightly wrapped package. She carefully undid the strings that held the cloth together and marveled at what she saw. Inside of the cloth, a clear blue ball showed her reflection. He placed her hands on it, feeling its smooth texture. It is an honor that you are chosen for this task. She smiled at herself when those words turned in her head.
A twig snapped, and it was all over. Uruviel's bright blue eyes looked up to see the evil black eyes of the warg. Too stunned to move, Uruviel looked up to see the sickening grin of the orc. Before the warg could open its vile mouth, Uruviel lashed out her sword at it. The white gleam of the blade cut the side of the warg. As it howled in pain, she scrambled up with the ball and jumped on top of her horse. The orc shrieked at her while she galloped away. As she rushed through the woods, she heard the cries of orcs behind her. She kicked the sides of her horse and they began to go faster. The cold wind whipped her face, leaving it numb. She heard the panting of her horse as it used all of its strength to run. Her hair was swirling behind her, the braids beating against her back. She craned her neck around to see the number of warg riders. Her eyes widened as she say twenty of them charging toward her.
Suddenly, her fear overtook her. All of the sound around her began to become mute. The only thing she could hear was her breathing. She should never have done this task. She was too afraid and weak. Please Valar, please help me.
As she looked behind her again, all of the warg riders were gone. She could not believe it. Were her eyes lying to her? Her heart was pounding. The wind blew her golden locks around her face. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold and her face was pale. I cannot waste one minute. She turned her horse forward and began to gallop.
As she neared a river, she heard no sound and her horse slowed to a trot. As she breathed in the cold air, it pierced her lungs. She let out a cold breath and watched the cloud disappear into the air. She looked up at the sky and found herself at peace. She slowly closed her eyes and began to breathe evenly. The sound of the river calmed her senses and sighed in content.
As she breathed in, a huge weight came upon her. Shrieking filled her ears and she screamed as she was pushed off her horse. As her back hit the icy waters, she felt sick. She heard the slapping sound her back made and cried out in pain. The cold water felt like a thousand daggers were piercing her. Her head hit the floor of the ocean and felt a rock pierce it. She saw blood around her as she looked towards the surface. Water filled her lungs and she began to cough. She did not know how to swim, but all she knew was that she had to kick for her life. As her head reached the surface, she felt the piercing arrow plunge into her side. Her body weight took her back into the water, leaving her gasping for breath. Her vision blurred as the rapid carried her down the stream. She felt tired, and she began to sink. It was silent in the water and she could not hear a sound. Finally, her eyes began to darken and she could not see anything. She was so numb with the cold, she could not feel anything. The last thing she remembered was a warm hand catch hers.
