[Eladain Moruviel]

After all the Elves had arrived at the bridge, they set out into the night, all of them wrapped in there own private thoughts. Gilbereth couldn’t even begin to guess what each one was thinking, nor did he care to try, for he had his own thoughts to occupy his mind. There was his brother, he had been missing for months, Gilbereth wondered what had happened to him, had he been injured, or was he still alive? If he was alive where was he now? These thoughts and many others ran through his mind, and he was startled when the sun broke through the trees.

They had been traveling for eight or so hours, but He hadn’t noticed the time slipping by. After a short time they came to the place where one of the Elves had disappeared, Ceros called them to a halt and sent the trackers out. After what seemed like ages, though it was really only a short time, Ihwesta and Arië returned. They reported hearing something in the forest close by, but said that it was most likely just a wolf or some other large animal.

While Ihwesta and Arië were gone, Gilbereth welcomed the short rest. Though he hadn’t noticed it before, he now realized that he was rather tired, and so he sat down with his back to a tree and rested for a short while. Most Elves don’t tire as easily as He, Gilbereth realized, but then again, he wasn’t used to traveling great distances, rarely traveling farther than the King’s halls.

When the Elves received the news from the scouts there was a low murmur, “suppose this thing turns out to be more than just a large animal.” Gilbereth thought to himself “Suppose there are more than one of them, and they catch up with us.” Gilbereth wasn’t sure if he would be ready for a fight, but he told himself that if one came, he wouldn’t back down from it. “Maintain your honor, and you gain other’s respect” his father had once told him. Well, he wasn’t about to show himself a coward, he would rather die.