[Gayahithwen]

Gayahithwen awoke. She tried to move a bit and felt glad she could do so. What had happened? Oh, yeah, the wolf had.. attacked her and she had tried to hold it off, but hadn't succeeded.
Wait a minute.. Where am I? If the wolf won, aren't I supposed to be in the Halls of Mandos? And then, later on, possibly get reborn, right?
She opened her eyes and looked around. If this was the Halls of Mandos, some ents must recently have gotten angry at the ainur and tried to destroy it. It couldn't be this many dark trees in Valinor, could there? She smiled briefly and then slowly sat up. She heard voices talking in the background, but didn't really listen. Looking around, she found her knife and then, finally looked at the people talking. There were two elves, on of the pointing a bow towards the other, while questioning him. Behind the first elf there was some other guards aproaching. She stood up and brushed away some of the dirt from her clothes, before she opened her mouth and spoke:

"I do not know to whom of you I owe my life, but I am most deeply grateful."

The elf holding the bow nodded to her. She vaguely remembered him as a guard she saw sometimes, but she hadn't noticed his name. He opened his mouth to speak, but adressed his speech to the other elf, whom Gayahithwen hadn't really seen untill now. He had brown hair, was some inch shorter then herself and green, sad eyes. He was wearing a dark brown cloak - probably really good to hide in, if that was what he wanted.

"You do not speak as one of the loremasters, but you seem to speak the truth. I can see the girl, I can see the warg, yet, I feel something isn't right here.."