Faint glimmer of light caught the eye of lone deer in the depths of Greenwood. Like a distant lighthouse on horizon its flash lasted a moment and disappeared, only to appear again. That deer had wandered too far from its pack and made hasty sprint to to rejoin them. It did not know that the elf would not have harmed its kin, even if he had seen it. And that elf's toughts were elswhere.
Elcamring lead white gelding through the woods, far south from Men-i-Naugrim or the Old Forest Road as people called that part of it nowdays. He was returning from the stronghold of East Blight and could not afford the time to follow ancient dwarven highway.
Rumors had told that she was in Imladris.
Elf was swamped on his toughts and kept readjusting glimmering, pale grey ring. He had not wore that long enough for it to feel natural on his finger, a thing he had tought on this journey more than once. His mind was much clearer than it had been during past months, but while the strain had grew lighter, Elcamring did not want that old piece of jewelry to become part of his normal set of adornments. His torment had to end before the treatment became as familiar as the symptom.
He had seen her briefly after their heated discussion in Lothlorien. There had not been much time for discussion since Aerendur, a man from Gondor had arrived there, seeking help to vanquish a spawn of ancient Urulóki. The drake was a threat to all ships that sailed down the river Anduin, towards Great Sea and hence a reason strong enough for Elcamring to take a risk and leave the banks of Celebrant.
A trick of faith or blessing from Valar, he could not decide. Something had lead that man to those woods and thus him to Tol Falas. From there he had found that very same ring which had scared a deer away from danger just a moments ago. Elcamrings horse neighed abruptly as it became obvious that huge forest spiders were upon them. Elf managed barely to unsheath his glimmering blade before first of them lunged at him. Crying the name of Elbereth he was compelled into another meaningless battle under the darkened trees of Greenwood. Study of that ring had to wait, untill he reached the other side of Hithaeglir. Design, sensation of calmness and tranquil suggested that it might even be one of the earlier works of gwaith-i-mirdain.
Elcamring's mind rushed with images and he could almost see him working at the forge.
Spider nearly impaled his foot.
His horse had galloped away from this danger already. Hopefully he would find it before spiders did. Elf braced himself, he had to hack his way through these abominations. Amon Lanc was far, but yet too close for him to risk anything else.
Answers! He needed those. More than ever before.
Elcamring - Noldo| Eskil son of Albin - crusading dwarf| Dûlalaith - Rhudaurean Dúnadan| Garbugl - self proclaimed king of the Misty Mountains| Kalmathzor - Black Numenorean smith| Jack Twofoot - "burglar"| Maenthaliel Eriolon - traveller of the wilds| Merembeleg Bar Elendirath - mariner on dry land|Niphredilfinnel Tatharien - Willow| Osma Vihavaino - from North| Pelewen Maryafinda - young lady from Minhiriath| Tindomeon Silfin - courtbard of Laurelindórenan| Vrugzrk - Olog-Hai