Chapter V: A Chilling Premonition
"It is freezing." Latriel shivered as a cloud of mist emerged from his mouth.
"We are at the top of Caradhras. What would you expect? A lagoon?"
"I didn't think it would be this cold." Latriel mumbled as he scooted closer to the small fire they had built. They had climbed the path of Caradhras, and were now making camp in a small cave just off of the path.
"We were so close to Mirkwood! How are we supposed to get home now?" Latriel asked as he warmed his hands over the fire.
"We have no choice but to move north and cross Rivendell, into northern Mirkwood. From there we can reach Tealmon's realm easily." Toron said as he cleaned his sword on a rag he was holding.
"How long will it take?"
"We have expanded our journey from about 130 miles.. to about," he sighed deeply. "240."
"Two hundred and forty miles!" He put his head in his palms and began to whine.
"Oh save your whining, Latriel! The sooner we depart, the better. Let's get some sleep.. we have to reach the base of Caradhras by tomorrow eve."
"Alright. Goodnight, master." Latriel said as he laid himself down, covered in thin (yet very warm) Elven blankets.
Toron laid back and looked at the ceiling of the small cave, and slowly drifted off to sleep. His dreams were uneventful until the early morning, when he began to stir in his sleep. He turned from side to side uneasily, and sweat began to form on his smooth forehead.
He felt wet, as if coldness was pounding onto him. He looked up, and saw a dark figure leaning over him with his sword drawn. "Who? Wha?" He mumbled. He heard a dark voice say, "You are helpless. You are nothing. You.. Are mine." The shadow then raised his sword. "No.." He mumbled just as the figure shoved his sword right into Toron's side. Immense pain ripped through Toron's body, and he sat up screaming in pain. Latriel jumped from the sudden noise, and ran to Toron's side.
"What is it, Toron?" He grunted as he stood. Toron was sitting up, sweat pouring down his face. Latriel looked at his side, it was bleeding again.
"Toron! Toron!" He yelled. "Wha.. what?" Toron mumbled.
"You opened your wound."
Toron was breathing heavily. "Oh.. I must have ripped it open as I moved in my sleep."
"What's wrong?"
"Nu-nothing. Go back to bed." Toron said, patting Latriel on the back. He then reached into his bag, and pulled out a piece of cloth, which he placed on is wound. He then rolled over, and attempted to get back to sleep.
He could still hear the echoes of that haunting voice. "You are helplesssssss.." And he drifted off to uneasy sleep.
"It is freezing." Latriel shivered as a cloud of mist emerged from his mouth.
"We are at the top of Caradhras. What would you expect? A lagoon?"
"I didn't think it would be this cold." Latriel mumbled as he scooted closer to the small fire they had built. They had climbed the path of Caradhras, and were now making camp in a small cave just off of the path.
"We were so close to Mirkwood! How are we supposed to get home now?" Latriel asked as he warmed his hands over the fire.
"We have no choice but to move north and cross Rivendell, into northern Mirkwood. From there we can reach Tealmon's realm easily." Toron said as he cleaned his sword on a rag he was holding.
"How long will it take?"
"We have expanded our journey from about 130 miles.. to about," he sighed deeply. "240."
"Two hundred and forty miles!" He put his head in his palms and began to whine.
"Oh save your whining, Latriel! The sooner we depart, the better. Let's get some sleep.. we have to reach the base of Caradhras by tomorrow eve."
"Alright. Goodnight, master." Latriel said as he laid himself down, covered in thin (yet very warm) Elven blankets.
Toron laid back and looked at the ceiling of the small cave, and slowly drifted off to sleep. His dreams were uneventful until the early morning, when he began to stir in his sleep. He turned from side to side uneasily, and sweat began to form on his smooth forehead.
He felt wet, as if coldness was pounding onto him. He looked up, and saw a dark figure leaning over him with his sword drawn. "Who? Wha?" He mumbled. He heard a dark voice say, "You are helpless. You are nothing. You.. Are mine." The shadow then raised his sword. "No.." He mumbled just as the figure shoved his sword right into Toron's side. Immense pain ripped through Toron's body, and he sat up screaming in pain. Latriel jumped from the sudden noise, and ran to Toron's side.
"What is it, Toron?" He grunted as he stood. Toron was sitting up, sweat pouring down his face. Latriel looked at his side, it was bleeding again.
"Toron! Toron!" He yelled. "Wha.. what?" Toron mumbled.
"You opened your wound."
Toron was breathing heavily. "Oh.. I must have ripped it open as I moved in my sleep."
"What's wrong?"
"Nu-nothing. Go back to bed." Toron said, patting Latriel on the back. He then reached into his bag, and pulled out a piece of cloth, which he placed on is wound. He then rolled over, and attempted to get back to sleep.
He could still hear the echoes of that haunting voice. "You are helplesssssss.." And he drifted off to uneasy sleep.
