[Nerindel]

Sorlas crawled around the ground feeling, for what! he thought, he could hardly see his eyes were blurry. He wiped the back of his hand across his eyes, Tears and blood obscured his vision, he looked at the blood on his hands then saw the carnage around him...it was a battlefield. All around him were his comrades dead or near death, some pleading with him to save them! He fumbled for his herb's but his belt was not there nor was his sword!! he searched wildly around blood again obscuring his vision suddenly he was chilled to the bone as a dark shadow bore over him laughing maniacally.

Sorlas sat bolt up right sweat dripping from his face, he was breathing heavily. A dream he thought as he wiped the sweat from his face. He quickly glanced around to make sure he hadn't woke anyone, it was still dark but as he looked at the stars he could tell that morning was not far off.

He quietly rolled up his bed gear and saddled up Telpetal. Their trek through the Emyn Muil would be a difficult one, the horses would need to be lead and then they would have to figure out away to cross the river, he thought on these things, trying to banish the vivid visions that still remained from his nightmare.

There was plenty of dried fruits and oats in his pack so he filled a bowl and eat the dried oats tasting like dried wood shavings with out any milk to soak them in but he was hungry so he eat quickly then went down to the river. he knelt down and cupped his hands plunging then into its icy depths, he took a long drink to easy his throat from the dry breakfast, then lifting another cupped handful he threw it over his face rubbing his hand through his hair and across his neck, once washed he retied his hair at the nape of his neck and made his way back to the camp.

It was dawn and the sun was only but rising a thin mist lay about the camp coming up from the river, as he drew closer to the camp he could see that the others were now rising and clearing up all traces of their camp, Sorlas helped them and little under two hours the were ready to set off again.

Sorlas had not been the only one awake before dawn, as they led their horses cautiously over the rocky ridges of the Emyn Muil Elleraden came up beside him "Restless night my friend?" he asked tentatively, Sorlas nodded grimly but said nothing, not wanting to look like some foolish child that was frightened by nightmares.

"How do you Think Gondor fares" he asked changing the subject, Elleraden's look show him that he to had been wondering the same thing.