An orc steps forth and says, "My Lord Who Bares Ill Will to All, we have lost her, the woods are empty. The king looks up; his eyes are yellow and then turn to a crimson red. The king snarls, "You do not tell all, speak scum!" The orc cowers; we lost her trail when she went to..." "Speak," growls the king. The orc whispers, "We lost her when she went into... the mirror." The king stands in fury and howls, then the eyes of the king turn black and barks, "Hunt her down, bring her to me alive!" The vision grows dark and I see dim light and shadows around me. Then a sharp pain pricks my arm. I yelp and my eyes pop open and there stood dark figures each one bearing a weapon.

A man steps forward, he is young with age but has much wisdom that I can see when I look into his eyes. The man has a large company of men and they all have their weapons drawn. The young man says, "Speak quickly gremlin, why are you in the lands of Rohan." I crawl out of the lean-to and draw up to my full height and say, "Foolish men, though I am covered in mud and filth can you not see what I am?" The young man scans me and spats, "What kind of thing hides in a small shelter and is covered in filth? I think it would be an orc or some creature of evil make." The men chuckle at this, and I say, "Tie my hands and feet if that is what you want, but let me go to the stream and clean myself to show you what I am." The man frowns, "I don't think so, a king is not so easily fooled by mindless rabble like yourself." I sigh and reply, "King Éomer I travel to see King Elessar and Queen Arwen Undómiel I have tidings of great evil stirring in the depths of Moria." Éomer's face looked drawn and he then managed to say, "Tie its feet and hands and let it wash in the stream." I let the men tie my hands and feet and walk me to the stream. I wash my face but keep it hidden from the men. I try to rinse my hair but the rope bites into my hand. I am growing weary of these men and I picture a fish slipping threw a net. The men shout as I slide out of the ropes. I swim over to the reeds and hide myself from view. I hear the men shouting and looking for me. I now thoroughly wash my body and scrape it clean of mud. Now that I am clean I slip underwater and swim over to where I had escaped. I step out of the water and all the men look at me in awe. I pay them little heed and walk toward King Éomer. He just looks at me and says, "My apologies..." "Aderlán of Lóthlorien," I supply. Éomer nods and says, "It is a long journey to Minas Tirith and you speak of danger thus the information must arrive quickly. You may ride with us to Minas Tirith. Forgive me but you look much like the Lady Arwen" I smile and reply, "Thank you King Éomer for you should also hear what I must say." Éomer turns to his company and yells, "Split in half, one half shall come with me to Minas Tirith the other half shall return to scouting." "Wait my lord, there will be orcs following us, they are hunting me." Éomer nods and turns back to the men who will remain behind and yells, "Orcs will try to cross into Rohan, be sure that none do." Éomer turns to me and beckons for me to follow him. He hands me a horses reins and turns to his own. I mount up and trot up to the king and whisper, "It will be a six day ride to Minas Tirith, I fear your men will not hold the orcs of Moria long enough for us to reach Minas Tirith without a confrontation." Éomer looked at me gravely and said, "Our horses are fast it should take us no longer than five days." I nod and do not speak again.