[VanimaEdhel]

Deorlin and Izrênna pressed on as quickly as they could. They only paused when either Deorlin or the horse needed care. Both could see, by the nearly untraceable signs left by the company, that they were gaining ground on the group, for the signs were getting fresher as they pressed on. Izrênna's spirits rose as they continued to close the distance between them and their friends.

They made their way over the Snowbourne, galloping quickly and quietly along, trying to take as straight a path as they could, while still keeping signs of their company's passage within sight.

Soon, the two found themselves approaching the Entwash. Izrênna slowed a bit, trying to reclaim her bearings.

"Which way did they go?" she muttered to herself, trying to catch a glimpse of their tracks. It seemed as though another group had passed through and gone in the opposite direction as the company, whichever way they had gone.

"Stay here," Izrênna muttered, dismounting and leaving Deorlin on the horse.

"Where do you think I will run off to?" Deorlin said quietly from where he sat.

Izrênna blushed and crouched down on the ground, trying to see. She could not tell which way the others had gone. She stood up, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face and looking around.

"Which way could they have gone?" Izrênna asked, mentally wishing she could invoke the Universe for an actual answer.

"They turned in that direction," Deorlin said from up on the horse.

"How do you know?" Izrênna asked doubtfully. The tracks looked the same to her.

"Count the different number of horses that went in each direction. More horses passed that way," Deorlin said.

Izrênna looked down and almost laughed, "You are right! I suppose I should learn to track. It seems that it does come to be useful in time."

She swung up behind Deorlin and they continued on. She was happy that Deorlin knew more about the wilderness than she did. Izrênna was only used to following the straightest path between two points to deliver a message. She always knew the exact route she would follow. This tracking was a new experience for her.

They galloped along the Entwash, hoping to reach the River Anduin in the near future. As they moved, Izrênna could see that they were on the right path by little signs. She felt merrier again, and her anxiety lifted from her once more.

They soon had to stop, for both the horse and Deorlin needed a rest. They stopped for a short while and Izrênna scouted out the area a bit, her bow always in hand, as Anglachel had commanded her. If they were not to follow the path he had chosen for them, she would at least follow his orders for preparation.