Order of the Seven

The sun stood high up in the sky. Balisan’s horse was trotting through the low grass, the reigns hanging loosely to the ground. Balisan had left the company soon after they had reached the Breelands. His heart was racing and his right hand kept pressure on the wound that didn’t want to stop bleeding beneath his armour piece. They had risked so much and gained so little, it felt to him. And now this.

His lungs burned as he gasped for air, coming up from the raging river as he tried to brave the rapids in a desperate attempt to escape from the ambush. Cynraede tried to keep his head over water, looking all around for his companion as the current continued to try to take him to the watery depths. Beach, trees, rocks and raging water was all he could see in the torrent of water crashing upon him as he tried to cry out for his friend, but only to get a mouthful of water.

Earlier the next evening Duramarth met Lady Alkawen at the entrance to the Barrow-Downs. Although, the lady remained hooded during their meeting it was clear she was an Elder child of Iluvatar.