[Novnarwen]

Blue Mountains was before them. Their homes and families (not Lostlondwen's whole family though) were behind them. Appearantly Alcyávëiel missed her husband too. Lostlondwen sat by her just stirring at her, wondering what she was thinking. One of her loved ones was in danger. Somehow Lostlondwen didn't quite understand what she was thinking. Why?? They went through the same thing, didn't they? In a way, it was different. And yet again not. Lostlondwen couldn't quite understand nor explain that. It was just the way it was.

Alcyávëiel and Lostlondwen sat togehter. She was still watching her with great eyes. A cool breeze blew and touched Alcyávëiel's golden hair.

"Are you okey?" Lostlondwen asked. She asked this question because she knew she wasn't. Alcyávëiel didn't answer.

Lostlondwen muttered her name.
"What are you thinking about," she continued. This was actually a very hard question to answer. Maybe she asked because she didn't knew exactly herself, what she was thinking. The answer of someone else, sharing the same feeling of fear, the loss of someone they loved, would be the answer to her question too. After a few moment with silence she finally answered.

“Do you think any of the captives have a chance to survive?” she asked. Lostlondwen caught the sight of tears glistening in Alcyávëiel eyes.

“I hope so." she muttered. For a while she didn't know if she wanted to say anything more. The answer of her compamien had simply punched her in the face. The thought had always been there. Oh... there she went again. Telling herself that her mother was dead. Or perhaps not. She was sick of it. But she couldn't help it. Lostlondwen wasn't trying to feel sorry for herself, she just did, in a way. Why did she always have to think? Stop thinking she told herself, and she suddenly noticed that Alcyávëiel began to grow impatient.

"My mother was captured and all I want is to see her again." she continued. "That’s why I joined this quest.” Lostlondwen said slowly. “Why do you ask?” She knew exactly why she asked. But she couldn't help it. Lostlondwen didn't want to talk to her about this. Alcyávëiel was really nice and all. Sweet she was, it was just that Lostlondwen couldn't bare it anymore. All that fear she held in her body, all that anger. But she wasn't the only one here feeling the same. Her about-her-self thoughts were interrupted by Alcyávëiel soft voice.

“Then you and me are alike in some ways, as my husband Iarlhach had been captured. I too joined this quest to find them, but there seems little hope within me to believe he is still alive”.

“Don’t worry we'll find them” Lostlondwen said trying to comfort Alcyávëiel and in a way comforting herself.