Just so you know, my Elvish sucks. I got it all from the net, so pardon me if it makes little sense to you who know more about it. On a positive note, the moment you have all been waiting for has arrived!

After the passing of many hours with me scouting over the forest, every once in a while sticking my head through the thick canopy, I had a good inkling on what lays ahead of the company. It's nothing terrible, but not entirely safe either. I am reminded again and again by the piece of cobweb that sticks to my right wing in an irritable way. Now if only I could find the dwarves and hobbit, that would be pleasant indeed.

However, after many more hours pass of keeping an eye out on the designated path, though sometimes hard to find, I see no sign of the company. "Curses." I mutter, dropping down onto the path, dodging the thick branches along the way. It is dark inside the forest and the air is thick. It is also very silent and I can hear my own heartbeat. The entire sensation this forest gives off, is nothing pleasant.

Much to my dismay, I must conclude that the company must have lost their way. Rubbing my neck, I sigh, feeling irritated. One would think they would know better after so many warnings. Though angered by their lack of compliance, I feel worried as well. Who knows what they will run into? One option if even worse than the other.

Suddenly yells and screams echo through the forest. It is definitely the company, but I cannot tell the distance. Sounds carry far through this forest. Wasting no time though, I'm in the air again with a beat of my wings and rush in the direction I believe them to be.

I can tell I must be close, but something changed, alerting me. Silence has assumed but for talking voices, a few I do not know. I halt and perch in a tree, avoiding the webbing that is all around. Silently making my way closer, I look around the stem of a tree and through the branches to see the company. It would be a positive event, were they not surrounded by Mirkwood elves.

I feel like cussing and screaming at this turn of events, but bite my tongue and settle for clenching my fists tightly. I am at a loss on how to save them, I really am. I cannot attack them, that would be the death of me, but kindly asking them to release my company is out of the question. They will never comply and I will end up being caught as well. And something else is bothering me. I can't find Bilbo anywhere for the life of me! Where could that hobbit have disappeared to? I can only hope he's safe and isn't being sucked dry by spiders as we speak.

"Enwenno hain!" calls an elf with long blonde hair and blue piercing eyes, making the others bring the dwarves to their feet and guide them off. The one who spoke before takes the rear. Judging from his demeanor, he must be the superior of these elves. In different circumstances I would have probably thought him to be quite handsome with his lean build and strong jawline, but right now he's my worst enemy.

Feeling a tingle on my shoulder, I look back in to see a spider right up in my face. I gasp, pulling an arrow from my quiver before driving the point into its head without mercy. It writhes around for a few seconds before going limp and I toss it into a web.

Glancing back around the tree to see where the dwarves are taken, I can feel my blood drain from my face and my eyes grow wide as I see piercing blue eyes staring straight at me from below. "Curse the hearing of elves!" I dive back behind the tree, praying to the gods, but I know it's already too late for that.

I can hear him telling the others to go on and some other words are spoken, but I can't catch them as my heart is pounding in my ears while I look around for an escape. That will not be easy as webs are blocking many exits and I do not wish to be caught within them.

I hold my breath as I hear the sound of soft footsteps approaching, slowly but steadily. Now I know how a prey stalked by a hunter feels. It makes me consider stop eating wildlife. Then follows the sound of a bow being strung and I'm sure my heart just stopped beating altogether.

I can only jump as an arrow whistles my way, just missing me by a hair. I crash into the next tree and flap my wings hard to work my way through the thick branches. I don't believe I ever disliked a forest as much as this one before. The trees insist of getting in my way, or is it my own panic that causes this? I'm not so sure anymore.

I finally manage to find a way upwards and away from the elf, barely avoiding another arrow. I don't doubt his aim at this point, but I'm glad I'm decent at dodging them and I work my wings hard as I rush to get out of this cursed forest and away from that elf!

Ahead of me I can barely see the last light of day stroking the leaves in the canopy. I can almost smell my freedom, reaching my hands out so I don't crash into those last branches face first. It is at that time that a pain runs through me, one so unimaginable, I just freeze where I am and that is probably the last thing I should do.

I fall down, the forest floor fast approaching, but sadly there are some branches in the way. Crashing into them, some break while others don't, knocking the breath out of me and increasing my pain. Finally I fall into a sad heap at the foot of a tree, leaves fluttering down the path I took before deciding to settle on my back.