Siendar staggered over a hill, panting slightly. It was a long run, he had never run that far before and his side was starting to grow a cramp. And elves rarely got cramps.
-It would be wise to start out slower next time.- Siendar noted silently.
Over the grassy hills was the woods (I hope Ithilien is in the woods. If not, please correct me!) and the home of Ithilien. Siendar walked slowly, even though the storm was behind him (yup, the same storm is movin' this way now, blame the weather!).
The woods were silent and dark as the gray clouds billowed in, and Siendar knew that soon it would be raining. So he proceeded cautiously, not wanting an arrow or sword in his back, or for that matter, anywhere in him at all. If the prince was here indeed, his borders would be protected. And protected well.
-I can do this.- Siendar coached himself, not really believing what he said. -Patientness and quietness will go far...I hope...-
Siendar reached the beginning of the woods just as a boom of thunder rolled across the sky. Instinctively ducking, Siendar ran a few strieds and was in the shadow of the trees, looking out at the storm.
-I'm stuck here for as long as the storm lasts.- Siendar mused. -I might as well go farther in to find Ithilien. But why would Lady Jairah move? Could it be because of the blackness I sensed in the man back in Mirkwood?-
With a final glance at the storm, Siendar took of his pack to re-adjust the straps. He placed his pack back on, but on second thought, pulled out the short sword that he kept hidden in the bag, placing it on his belt. Uncertain times called for extra caution... And with that, Siendar strode of into the woods.