Still remaining in The Hall of Fire, her mind had wandered to that of her Mother.
Tempted to scream, recalling how she had fallen hard on the ground, after her Mother had dropped her, Carvireth had tried to rise, but her Mother did not, one broken arm she had suffered but her Mother, death had claimed her as an orc's blade was shoved into her back.
Their journey to Lorien, was cut short.
Both her parents had fallen and the Orcs had come after her.
The young, Carvireth lie on the ground screaming and attempting to crawl away.
This terror had forever, haunted her footsteps.
Her Mother, long gone.
A brave soul she was, why didn't she carry a weapon that day?
She could have saved herself.
Her Father too could have saved himself.
But fate was cruel.
