Rûdhchamion was whetting his knife when he sensed his companions stir. It had been an uneasy, yet uneventful night. He had been in deep thought, and the dark elf could not completely shake off the dread that was growing in his mind. He pushed the thought aside for now, they needed to plot their path ahead.
The elves were soon eating a small meal to break their fast. The young mortal was still asleep, and they thought it best they let her.
“What direction should we take towards Dol Guldur?” asked Anarya suddenly as she finished her meal. She had noticed that Rûdhchamion seemed distracted.
“It would be best we stayed near among the trees but follow the stream that leads near there,” the dark elf answered still in thought.
The Hill seems less evil by day… yet the woods cannot hide the malice totally, said the young wolf. He too felt apprehensive.
They were startled by Taralphiel's shout as she cried out in her sleep. It was the dark elf who reached her first.
“What is it, Taralphiel?” Asked the dark elf, startling the young maiden suddenly. He rarely addressed her, and she quickly glanced at Anarya. The elf maiden looked quite concerned.
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