Alcyávëiel lifted the load off of her horse,letting her rest and graze in the rain before morning.
A large tree grew in the middle of the field.It looked out of place,but many of the elves had used it for direction.They had built a fire beneath it,using kindling and dead twigs.
She propped the load against the trunk and tossed a rope over the lowest branch overhead.Grabbing both ropes,she climbed up,then sprinted up the branches until she found the right spot.
She sat on one branch,leaning her head on another,with the third branch across her lap.There had been no thunder,so she felt safe in the first dry spot she had seen in days.The branches opened up,giving a narrow view of the Misty Mountains.
She looked over at her right,seeing Rowen look at the stars shining dimly beneath the thin clouds.To her left,the rest of the group huddled around the fire.The group had grown with dwarves hunting after the dragon they called Glawr,and though she didn't like to admit it,she was happy they came.
She had not seen too much of dwarves,and what she did see of them,they seemed ugly and belligerent.These seemed polite so far,and she had an idea they would soon be leading as the group went further into the unfamiliar territory of the Misty mountains.
Well,if she had to be stuck with dwarves,at least they wern't anything like the others she had met!
She propped her feet up on the branch in her lap,sinking down and letting herself doze off.
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