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They continued up Caradhras with Legolas supporting Carnen all the way up the mountain.
"There is a fell voice on the air." Observed Legolas.
"Its SARUMAN"(spelling???) Cried Gandalf quickly shouting out a spell to try and counter the evil white wizards.
He failed to block the spell, an avalanche and the white suffocating snow cascaded around them. This was too much for poor Carnen, trapped in this white prison and unable to get herself out as she had landed funny and could no longer move her arm. She curled herself into a ball trying desperately to stay warm. This was humiliating. Snarling angrily to herself she thought back to a time when she was independent, when she had no need to rely on anyone else.
(Flashback)
Carnen and Groundsel were walking along the Riddermark (spelling???) enjoying the freedom it gave them. No one was around for miles. Groundsel looked back to her smiling and laughing as he ran off shouting back to her.
"Catch me if you can!!!"
All morning they had chased each other delighting in their love and their freedom having no need for anyone else. It was late in the evening and after setting up camp they had slept under the stars.
It was one of her favourite memories of Groundsel. It reminded her of their cherished independents and his love of travelling and exploring new places. She wondered what he would say if he could see her now helpless and scared.
She shook her head and thought to herself that she must not give up. She would keep the freedom she had worked so hard to achieve. But this other thought brought up some unwelcome memories so she quickly brushed it aside and through her head back, ignoring the stabbing pain that shot up her arm that threatened to make her black out. Stood up and fought against the crushing weight and finally breathed the free air again.