"I must leave immediately," she said looking around in panic, "Elrond can you help Ardenan, I must find Thordir."
"I saw him in the city, east side, go I will care for your friend," he said, staying calm, but worry shone in his eyes. She transformed into her bluebird form and took off in said direction. She flapped quickly, almost frantically. She called out with her mind.
"THORDIR! THORDIR WHERE ARE YOU!" she called in desperation. She zipped every which way looking for him.
"Luriel?!" she heard his voice off to the left. She sped that direction until she saw him looking around confused. She hovered in front of him.
"Lilprian is under attack, we must return!" she projected to his mind, "be ready to leave at the gate shortly," she did not give him time to respond before she zipped away. Searching for Celebrimbor now. She found him near where he last was on the field. She hovered above him before moving around in front of his face. He instinctively swatted at her before she spoke to his mind.
"My Lord Celebrimbor, I must return home immediately, my homeland is under attack," she explained quickly.
His eyes widened, "He attacked again so quickly, of course, go, protect your people, we are eternally grateful for what you have done." He spoke quickly.
She chirped once before flying off toward the gate she told Thordir to wait for her. She stopped at the gazebo and put her armor back on before transforming again and flying to meet him. She transformed mid-dive into her giant eagle form. Landing heavily in front of Thordir. She crouched and he hopped on without another word, she took off flying north as fast as her wings would carry her.
The first thing they saw from the mountain was the smoke. As they neared, they were met by deathly silence, nothing like when they flew to Eregion. Her worry grew as the kingdom came into sight. She dove, landing in the town square. Thordir slid off and stared around in dismay. Luriel looked around, despair filling her. Everything was either on fire or in ruins. She walked forward slowly, in case any enemies were still around. She was heading toward her home, eager to see if her mother was there, but her hope began to crumble as she walked through her kingdom, many dead orcs and even a few of her subjects littered the kingdom. There was no sign of life, she slowly walked faster, her wings slightly extended. She froze and screeched in dismay when her house came into view. Thordir followed close behind.
There in the yard before her castle-like home where several wooden spikes, and a top these spikes were the decapitated heads of her best warriors. She transformed into her elven appearance and ran forward, but was stopped when Thordir grabbed her arm.
"Luriel wait," he said in a hushed tone, "it could be a trap."
"I do not care! I will incarnate anyone who dares harm my mother or my people!" she tore free and ran into the castle, "Mama! Ma!" she cried as she ran around. A crack of lightning lit up the sky outside, followed by the crashing sound of rolling thunder. The rain came down slowly at first, before coming pouring down, slowly putting out the fires around them. She slowly exited the castle, her feet dragging, her head hanging. She made it only a few steps before falling to her knees into the now muddy ground. Thordir ran up to her kneeling in front of her. He could hear her sobs over the thunder and rain.
"I've failed them..." She cried slowly looking up at him, "All my friends, my kingdom, my mother most of all, gone... I left them to die!" she sobbed into her hands. Thordir moved forward, pulling her into a comforting embrace. She sobbed into his shoulder, before noticing footprints behind her. She pushed away from Thordir and stood up, stumbling in the mud, "Footprints! They belong to orcs!" she transformed into her giant wolf form. There was desperation in her movements and her voice. She looked back to Thordir and projected to his mind, "We must follow them, I can track them, but we must move quickly before the rain washes away the sent! My people may be alive! The survivors were most likely taken prisoner, come Thordir!" she sniffed the ground. Pacing in desperation. Her lip curled in disgust, "Orc filth, they will pay for this!" she began running down the mountain path. Thordir, now soaked to the bone, followed close behind, his face one of sympathy, but he would stand by her side until the end.
