[Orofaniel]

Luckily none of them had been hurt in the attack. Firiel had managed to defend herself with her bow. One of her arrows had pierced on of the Orcs in the eye and the Orc had fallen to the ground. It was a terrible sight.

Now, as the moon was up and the fog was beginning to get even thicker than before they first thought of the others. Where were they? They hadn't seen them since the attack had started. Friel and her group had been fighting on the western side, maybe the others had been on the Eastern side. She asked Tanroth if that was possible, and he admitted that he had been thinking g of the same as well. "Shouldn't we go and find them? Firiel asked. "Perhaps they are still at the camp, waiting for us." She added when Tanroth looked away.

"Well, we don't know. And the fog is thick, we cannot risk it. We may be more lost than we are now." Tanroth said while looking at Rostion. He nodded. It was obvious that he shared the same opinion as Tanroth.

"What about you Solondil and Earkile?" Firiel asked when she turned against them. Now they all noticed that they had stopped walking.

"I don't know..."Solondil answered. Erkaliel remained silent for a minute before she gave her answer. "I think we should go and look for the others, but it is, as Tanroth said, too risky. And therefore we cannot do it."

Firiel gave a shot sigh. "Alright then, let’s continue walking." Tanroth took the first step and the others followed.

Soon they came to the cliff sloping downwards. It led down from the mountains into a valley-like scenery. The group stopped and seated. They all knew they had to make a choice.

"So, what do we do?" Tanroth said to break the silence. "We go down, of course. " Firiel said at once.

"Yes, maybe the others will think that we have gone down, and they'll come and look for us. We'll leave a trace here that they hopefully will find." Rostion said. The other elves nodded carefully.

"Alright, Erkaliel and Firiel, can you two make a nice trace so they'll find us?" Tanroth asked and turned to the women. Erkaiel and Firiel nodded without saying anything they found some twigs and made a bonfire out of it. "No Orc will see this hopefully," Firiel said while they made the fire. "They won't either," Erkaliel said at once. "I think the fog is too thick for them to see." She added. Firiel smiled.

When they had finished they went over to where Tanroth, Solondil and Rostion were standing. They were discussion how they would go don' the mountain side.

Rostion turned to Firiel when he saw her coming. "We have decided to go at once before the fog gets even thicker and before the night is upon us." Firiel nodded. "I think that's a clever thing to do," she said looking at Tanroth.

Nothing else was said, they just started to walk. The mountain side was steeping and some of them had problems keeping themselves on their feet. Suddenly they heard a cry. It was Solondil. He was loosing his grip, and his feet were placed on some loose rocks that were reselling underneath him. Firiel who stood nearest Solondil, didn't know what to do, so she just seized him by the arm, hoping he wasn't to heavy for her to hold. "Take my hand," Rostion cried at Solondil.

Solondil gasped as a rock was falling down from above down in his direction. "Take it now!!" Rostion cried again. Firiel was still holding Solondil by the arm, but she was loosing her grip. "I cannot take it." Solondil said as the rock passed him by an inc. "You're too far away!" He cried again.

[ November 10, 2003: Message edited by: Orofaniel ]