Lost in thought, Reynion had fallen behind, and was now quite lost. He couldn’t hear, see, or sense any of the others. The black mist surrounded him and he almost couldn’t tell up from down. It was like water in a way; if he moved his hand the mist would drift away from it, but the space filled immediately. It would have been fascinating to watch, if there wasn’t so much danger to Tau—the others involved. Not to mention himself. He reached out blindly, hoping to find Tau—one of the other elves. Even Gilbereth would be welcome at this point, at least he wouldn’t be alone.
“Taurëwen! Ceros! Ihwesta! Anyone!”
His voice seemed to fade and die before it left his lips. The silence of the black mist pressed down, and Reyn was suddenly afraid. Of what, he didn’t know, but there was something out there, something malevolent. It made him angry, fear had no place in his mind. He would just have to find the others. There was no room for failure. He reached out again, and his left hand met something smooth. Was it—no, it was only the trunk of a tree. He called out again, praying that someone, somewhere would hear him. There was no answer.
Dear Eru, let her—let them be all right. Let none die, he silently entreated. There had been enough of that already, with Airelómë and the elves whose disappearance had caused this mission. He groped his way past the tree, and continued shouting the names of the others. Taurëwen, especially.
Unfortunately, he was going in the wrong direction...
[ August 13, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]
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