[Galadel Vinorel]

Galadel had continued working with the wounded, while most everyone else had rushed off to save the inn. Only a few of the slightly injured people remained ot aid her in her task. Yet, bacndage were slowly running out, the fire was dying, and they needed more water. Moving with swiftness and determination the elf ordered two hobbits to gether wood, two others to gather as many blankets and other things hat could be made into wraps, and two others to find water. Off they went to do their tasks. Four other folks were left with Galadel, and, under her instuction, applied the wraps that she made as quickly as her tired hands could make them.

While handing a wrap to a young woman, Galadel suddenly found herself gasping for breath. The wrap in her hand fell to the ground and she collapsed to her knees, barely able to breathe. She could sense that a spell had just been made, and the power that it contained in it shook Galadel to bone. It was a spell of foreboding, the elf felt, and there was great anger in it as well. Terror filled her mind, which seem to come from whoever had just made the curse, and the smell of burning wood very near filled her nostrils. Then the smell and feelings were gone, and Galadel found herself kneeling on the soggy earth, her hands to her throat, and her hand titled up to the rain clouds gathered in the sky, from which poured a steady stream of rain.

"My lady," said the frightened young woman that stood before the elf, "Are you alright?"

Galadel stood up swiftly, not even seeming to notice the young woman, adn rushed off inthe direction of the inn. The feeling of peril was still with her. She must do something to aid her kin, who had to have been the one that made that spell, for only a Noldor elf could have made a curse with such power in it. On she hurried past the workers, and ran into the smouldering inn, not even heading the cries that followed her, telling her to stop. Her time to help was now, and nothing would stop her.