Rûdhchamion had found a hidden shelter where they could stay. The two elves had tended to the young wolf-pup, Anarya had washed the blood from his white fur. They risked a small fire.
“Anarya, please do not blame yourself at what be falls us. The attack was as much my fault, if fault must be found,” the dark elf said to Anarya quietly, finally speaking after a long silence. “If I hadn’t been caught by the strange plant, they would not have been alerted to our presence.”
He stroked Khelek gently, the pup had fallen into slumber. The dark elf smile as he glanced at the young elf maiden.
“Let us rest awhile. Young Khelek needs to be healed and fully rested. He will need to be carried at times. Until his leg is fully healed,” he sighed, “I will keep guard as you and he get some much needed rest.
Tomorrow at sunrise, we will take the route to Dol Goldur. We must use the trees to stay hidden… this area of the Woods I have never travailed. We must stay alert of the dangers.”
Rûdhchamion outlined his planned route to Dol Goldur from what he had seen from afar. Pointing out what could be possible ambush places, he drew a map on the ground to show them. They then rested, waiting for the new day to come.
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