Disclaimer: We do not own Lord of the Rings...but...maybe if...ah, screw it.
A/N: This is collaboration fanfic me and a good friend of mine decided to do; our first, so any constructive criticism is greatly welcomed! Also...if any of you have any title ideas...that would really be appreciated...
(Aemorniel's Point of View)
The day bore heavy tensions and the echo of heavy horse hooves. Periodically, you could hear shrill scream wafting through the air. We traveled quickly, silently the thick wild. We had come from The Prancing Pony, hearing from the Innkeeper (after much persuasion that we were not the enemies) that the five of them were taking were taking the route to the wilderness, he told us if we were lucky, we could intercept them when they reached Weathertop.
We traveled through the majority of yesterday, and it looked like we would be running (or riding in Val's case) into tomorrow. Our luck, even though the majority of the time luck sucked, seemed to turn.
Night came and with it, dark heavy clouds that smothered the moon. Val and me could vaguely hear voices. We had stopped by a shallow stream, refilling our water skins and letting Val's horse take in the cool water.
Her long blonde hair had a nice collection of leaves in it, and she refused to go another mile until she got them out. When she asked to stop, she turned her crystal blue eyes at me. That makes me say yes to anything.
She is Vanlanthiriel, and with her name comes dominion over water, which she's not hesitant in using. She was having fun not getting her feet wet, making the water run through her hair. That was when we heard shrill screams. It was maybe a breath later that we heard a yowl of pain.