[Mithalwen]

In her beloved's arms, Losrian received a tantalising taste of bliss but how shortlived it was. They were under attack and Ondomirë was gone - only his words floating in her mind were remained...she raced for her bow but dared not take the time to put on the mailshirt she had discarded when they set camp. She scooped up the drowsy children and entrusted them again to Alassante.

She had never seen a troll and the sight so close and so unexpected was terrifying. Her fear was heightened by the fear she felt for the children and Ondomirë but she concentrated on his instructions and felt more secure once the spearmen had surrounded the unarmed refugees.

Quelling her horror at the sight of the hideous being she drew her bow and held it at anchor point trying to target the eyes as its head moved in rythm with the hammer swings. She fired but just missed and grazed the troll's ...well it had to be its nose. Another elf had more luck and seconds later a startled but doomed troll had a elfdart deep in his ear. The huge fist had released the hammer it held at mid point in the arc of the swing. It soared above the elf-warrior's heads towards the vulnerable refugees.


Losrian, tall, lithe and with the sharp reactions of both her race and extreme youth dropped her bow and leapt to seize the handle as it passed over her head. Her thoughts if she had any were of the children. "Her" children in particular and what the crude but powerful weapon could do to them.

So relieved was she to have the handle in her grasp she thought little of the landing but the weight of the hammer meant she could not land on her feet andfell striking her head on the stone hammer as she did so.

She was in a green place, nowhere she had been before, dusk was falling and she could hear the sound of running water, a waterfall maybe. A wooded valley with mountains behind.. Maybe it was Lindon after all but no, she felt not. Now laughter - children? Galmir was there at least, she was sure but he seemed rather older, Ondomirë was by her side and ....

"Losrian! Come back to us!" .... to the surprise of the concerned people who surrounded her, a smile played around her lips and she seemed reluctant to return to consciousness.

Alassante's voice roused her swiftly though since she was clearly comforting Galmir," Don't worry, I am sure it looks worse than it is"

Losrian raised her hand to her brow and flinched as she felt pain and blood. Imagining how dramatic this would look with her pale colouring she tried to speak as confidently as she could. "I am fine Gally, just cut my head that is all" ... still dazed she ascertained that the troll was dead & the children safe and her thoughts then were all for Ondomirë. She sought to reach him with her mind even as she uttered his name.