Lorin and Eruwen soon found themselves one of the last few up,
"Well, I for one am worn out, I'm going to sleep." stated Lorin,
"I think I'll join you." Said Eruwen. Eruwen went to set up some kind of bed next to Soronūmė and Lorin went to tuck in the children. She wrapped each one in a blanket, tucking it in around them, then she got up, ready for a rest of her own. Before I go I should really check on Zohariel she thought.
She made her way over to where Zohariel last lay, but all she found was compressed grass, she felt the ground, it was no longer warm, not to worry, perhaps someone had moved her. Lorin checked everywhere and even ventured into the forest a little way, but she was still nowhere to be found.
"Where is she?"
"Lorin,"
"Yes Hreeza?" She didn't jump this time, she was far too tired to, "Do you know where Zohariel has got to?" she asked.
"That's what I came to tell you, I've found her a little way into the forest, she's unconcious." Lorin was almost disbelieving, after all that had happened today, Zohariel had to finish it off with making everything worse. She very nearly lost her temper, but instead she resolved to go and get her.
"How far away is she?"
"Just a short breeze away."
"What about walking?"
"About ten minutes."
"I'll take Brilthonien then." Lorin woke her horse, she didn't want to, but there was no way she could carry Zohariel back. She mounted and trotted off, following the signs of Hreeza as she wafted through the trees. They stopped and came to the spot where she lay, face down on the ground. It was difficult to tell how long she had lay there.
Lorin gently lifted her up and lay her on Brilthonien. They walked back, Brilthonien trying to make the journey as smooth for Zohariel as possible. They emmerged back out of the forest, into camp, the fire was still lit and blazing away but no one else was up.
Lorin lay Zohariel next to the fire on a spare blanket,well, it was really Lorin's blanket, but the way this night was going it didn't seem that she would be needing it.
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"We might succeed in roasting Pippin alive inside." - Frodo.
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