Alone
My name is Erestor Black-Raven. I am 500 years old and I am a survivor of the Fall of Gondolin. I am just over my majority. The day Gondolin fell was my begetting day, the day I came of age. Some humans that lived close to Gondolin, but didn't know we were there, came when they saw the orcs and balrog march in. They saw us running for our lives. One grabbed me around the waist and hauled me up onto o horse. I kicked and screamed trying to get whom ever had me around the waist to let me go, but it was no use. He kept riding, riding, and riding, farther, and farther away from the only home I knew and the only home I ever wanted to consider my home.
The man grunted for me to sit still or he would make me sit still himself. Becoming frightened even more than I already was I sat as still as I possibly could on the horse and shut my mouth, not wanting to anger the human any more than I already have. I let my tears fall silently and unchecked down my face as I was wishing and hoping that this was all just a bad dream that when I awoke I would be in my bed safe and my Ada sleeping softly breathing in the next room across the hall. All I had to do crawl out of my bed and softly pad out of my room, across the hallway, and into my Adar's room where I could curl up in his bed next to him knowing that everything was going to be alright; that my Ada would protect me from anything and everything that could harm me. But that's not the case I am in this human settlement, where every one and everything makes weird noises and I am alone without my Adar and with out hope of ever returning home; because I have no home, at least not anymore.