Chapter 6

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After another night, I instantly began again, wasting no time.

I took the map from my belt and unrolled it, keeping my walk. I looked down to where Lord Elrond had pointed out the Blue Mountains. I hadn't gone very far away from Rivendell yet, so I had a ways to go.

The fields were open as for as the eye could see. Hills and tiny cliffs off of jagged rocks covered in grass stood out.

There was one thing I did not, in the least bit, understand.

Why was an Elf so willing to assist me in my goals.

He seemed wise enough, his face showed that he had seen many a battle in his day, but it confused me nonetheless.

But did I miss something?

It was no longer my concern, the deed was done.

My shoulder ached and throbbed profoundly. The foul thing had pierced it, not too far, but enough to draw considerable amounts of blood and caused excruciating pain.

But I had given my word that death, and only death, would keep me from returning to my kin.

Why was I so eager to go back? The presumed I was dead, gone. Did not look twice. Perhaps Thranduil was right. They searched in the value of my beating heart and found it worth nothing.

I stopped.

Perhaps they did not even care to have another. I did not know them, I didn't know who they were, what they were capable of. They could be worse than those dreaded Wood Elves.

I had not another place to go, so this was nothing to debate on.

I came across an area that looked slightly more wooded.

More life even.

The grass was greener as well. The path was well worn.

The blue sky felt amazing against my pale, blood-drained skin. I'd lost more blood than I'd thought. It dried near the middle of my neck.

My head began to pound again. But stopped a few seconds later.

And I limped every now and then, but it made me feel weaker, so I pushed it off immediately and worked through the echoing pain and aches.

Walking, step, by step, by step. It was tedious. Looking aimlessly around.

Until that aimlessly looking around brought my eyes to a large group of countless amounts of man-shaped things. I didn't know what they were exactly, they were too far.

I began to go even faster, as fast as my leg would let me.

But I stayed a but low, just as a precaution.

They were still far.

I put my hand on my sword and kept going.

I got a tad closer.

The huge horde disappeared behind a thick corner of trees. I couldn't have lost them.

I sped up more.

The trees making perfect lines at my sides as I ran. Perfect shades of green all around. The grass beneath my feet even offered a lovely green.

I ran until I reached the corner, I then stopped dead. The entire group was stopped by the looks of it.

I scarcely heard a deep voice. But it stopped immediately.

They kept going again.

Their feet stomped on the ground fiercely. I got a closer look at the back of them.

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