A few days later...
"Goodbye Beorn, I will see you after I have found my sister." I smiled at him. He really was an amazing Father, better than most. Even if he wasn't my real one. I'm so glad he let me go, what an adventure this is going to be!
"Goodbye Aurelia, have a safe journey and remember what I taught you - only use it if you have to, because only some will respect the fact that you are a skin-changer.
I walked off into the meadow, looking behind and waving at Byorn, and saw him waving back. I looked straight ahead, not knowing what I was destined for. But what I did know, was that I would have to travel quite far before I would find my horse, since before I left, Beorn told me that Thorin Oakenshield and many others needed our horses. I'm rather glad that I taught Melda to come when I whistled for her, or else I'd most likely be stuck out here walking the entirety of the trip. After several hours of walking, I finally reached the edge of the 'Enchanted Elven Forest'. Byorn told me of this place. I'm going to have to go through here to find my sister. It is East of the Lonely Mountain, that's what Beorn said to me, 'Stick to the path, and never lose sight of it.'
As I walked through the forest, the air started to feel oddly heavy, and the further I got, the heavier it became. Without thinking I began to lose the path, slowly drifting away from it. The enchantment isn't affecting me as much as I had thought, but I was still a little woozy. How come I'm not completely affected by it? Beorn told me that if I lost the path I wouldn't be able to find it again, but it is right there. Two lengths away was the path, so I walked onto it, and followed it through, spider webs? Oh no, I thought, pausing to saw through the webs, not the spiders. Beorn told me to avoid these, and if I were to touch them, the spiders would know. I stopped hacking at them and felt my stomach drop.
I'm stuffed now, I thought as I pushed through the web as fast as my legs could carry me. After a few minutes I stopped running to get rid of the sticky white webs all over my face and shoulders, when I heard a loud hiss. I looked up and saw a spider, a rather large spider at that, with several black eyes peering at me in fascination. Oh no, please leave me alone, please don't see me! The spider slowly crawled toward me. I stopped moving and breathing, hoping that somehow it wouldn't see me. Suddenly the spider jumped on top of me and bit me, it's pincers digging into my skin. I let out a scream as the venom began to course through my veins and tried to find it's way to my heart. I tried to push it off but it just bit harder, its pincers feeling like giant needles digging into my flesh. I fumbled for my steel dagger, trying to ignore the pain. When I felt my fingers collide with the sharp edge I grasped it and shoved it between its eyes. It let out a rather unpleasant screech and in it's moment of weakness I stabbed it again and it slowly fell off onto the mossy floor beside me. There are more coming, I can hear them... I turned and ran for my life, not knowing exactly what I would run into but I hoped that it wasn't another spider. As I was running I slowly began to unconsciously turn into the Snow Leopard, though it hurt. I could feel myself running faster and as I sprinted through the thick forest I noticed how much more agile this form was. I sneaked in a glance behind me to see if they were following. None. I could distantly hear the sounds of someone yelling and I decided to follow the voice after I realized that it was a man's voice, not much older than me. After a few minutes of tailing the sound I stopped, looking through a small bush at the origin of the voice. The man had long blonde hair with sparkling blue eyes and had a bow and arrow equipped. Probably to fight off whatever other dangers lurk in here.
"Tauriel!" the man cried, "Tauriel, where are you!" He knew her. Whether he was a friend or foe I couldn't decide, but I ended up following him anyway. He could lead me to her. He led me out of that wretched forest and into a hilled rocky place next to a river, where standing on the riverbank was a woman, the same age as him by the look of her. He suddenly drew his bow and notched an arrow and I felt a sense of dread. Please don't kill her! Suddenly the women whipped around, her beautiful red hair turning with it and as she did she drew her bow and pointed it at him.
