[Everdawn]

Arië was the first ready that night. The moon was high and the stars bright. Though she did not admire them, this elf was far to wrapped up in her thoughts. The same thing came in and out of her mind constantly. A Shadow... of what?. It was the now ever present fear that haunted her days and nights.


Arië had seen how the other elves had refused to come and find this threat. And Ceros has done so much for them, for all of us. it was an emotion that Arië did not care for, she was gentler than that, and never was it she who would doubt an elf of her own kind.

She was packed lightly, as Creos had instructed, with her bow and daggers and small sachel which hung around her body. And she was no longer in a dress but a deep green tunic and light boots.

There would be some that thought that Arië the younger was not fit for exploring the depths of Mirkwood for an unseen enemy, she was not of that character. This thought amused her, Well, i am full of surprises.and waited for the others.