@childofthelake
Idril was so tired, so damn tired; she had been riding her mare for twelve hours now. Idril had to run away from her path to Rivendell, a pack of Wargs had attacked her and she had to take a round track, passing trough desert places. The heavily pregnant elf almost fell from her companion when the beautiful white woman questioned her “Help… please” that been said the girl faints holding herself on the horse’s mane.
A brow rose at the call of help, the woman’s state could not be seen under heavy coating. A wonder of the reason for what it seemed be a long ride and exposure to cold was pushed aside, while Tyyne unmounted her horse, walking, running almost to lightly slap the stranger back to consciousness. – Stranger! My lady! Please wake up.
