Chapter 2
Ithilriel's steps were silent and gracile when she walked through the eerie corridors of this indeed foreign building.
It was such a dirty place and the fetidness of death was everywhere, it became even stronger.
But she kept on going courageously with quickening heart heart beat.
Her elf eyes could see well in the darkness.
Curiously but carefully she looked into one of the classrooms and made wide eyes when she saw a corpse laying on the ground.
She was speechless in shock.
The blood had already dried on the floor and she held her breath due to the terrible smell of death.
It was a human, his body covered in wounds.
What agony had he been through?
"Oh, poor creature ...", she whispered with a sad, pitiful voice.
Sorrowful she looked at the dead person.
"May you rest in peace, my friend."
Blood stuck to the dirty and dusty walls and letters were written on it as well, letters she couldn't read.
She had never ever seen such characters before.
Everything was eerie, unfamiliar, filthy and Ithilriel wished she would be back home in Imladris.
A song left her angelic lips, for the human and for her to give herself hope and courage, when she continued to walk.
She sang about light, about hope, about the beauty of her forests.
She sang about the fading darkness, about sunrise.
A distant moon shone gently through the dingy windows and made her silver tiara around her forehead sparkle gently.
Her melodious voice echoed through the whole building, filling it with life. At least a little bit.