Here's a new chapter for you, jope you like it. Rewiews are always welcome but please remember not feed the pyromane with flames. :)

disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to J.R. Tolkien. I only own the story line and my OC.


I woke up to the same cries of help I had heard earlier only this time I understood them. I was at the edge of the water now. How I got there, I don't know for the last thing I remember was drowning. The clearing looked the same but I had a feeling something was off.

I didn't have time to dwell on it though for the cries had gotten louder. There was a light shining through the trees. It was weak, like a campfire. Again, I don't know why I did it but I started running towards the sound, wanting to get there, desperate to help.