[Niluial]

Andtuariel watched Hilde suspiciously as she was assisted into one of the boats. Once Andtuariel and the others were securely in the boat she took a breath in and looked at her surroundings. It was odd outside, one couldn’t explain it, the clouds looked so huge with a slight grey tint to them, they looked daunting. The atmosphere was strange too; an uneasy feeling is what Andtuariel felt, a sickening feeling, a knot deep inside her. She decided to think on another topic; she had no idea why she was to lead everyone, but she figured Luindal had seen her strong, determined and very bossy characteristics. Elwë always used to say I make a good leader. She smiled at Elwë who sat beside her. Andtuariel had chosen Elwë and another elf to attend her in the boat with Hilde, among with other Lossoth.

Once they were on the shore she walked ahead with Jannel, a Lossoth, who guided her and the group to the Elders Hall. Andtuariel felt jittery, for no reason at all. Elwë frowned at her as they walked, “something wrong?” he inquired. Andtuariel shook her head, she couldn’t explain.

Andtuariel smiled slightly as they walked through the village. It was beautiful and unique, to her, she had never really looked closely or admired a Lossoth Villiage; the little ice huts, everything so simple yet amazing. Everything was silent; the weather was becoming worse and the snow was thick and heavy. She smiled at the Jannel the Lossoth who was guiding her. She raised her hand high in the air, ordering all to stop. Andtuariel turned towards the Jannel.

“It seems like we will walk miles from here, the weather is getting worse. Are there any short cuts?” Andtuariel asked frowning, her lips ice blocks.

“Yes,” Jannel replied, “there are quiet a few but I think I know the right one to take, it’s the safest. We better be as fast as we can before we all freeze to death.”

Andtuariel chuckled, “at least we have our warm fur coats.”

She smiled at the group and shouted for them to follow her and Jannel. She had to shout as loud as she could, the wind was strong and it carried her voice. Like the snow had done so many times, it cut deep into their skin as the wind carried it. The walk was becoming painful and exhausting but Andtuariel was sure they were to arrive at the Elders Hall soon enough, with that thought she was content.