At the Mercy of a Burning Coal

Disclaimer; The usual one applies...me no own anything. Never will. K?
Note: Never mind about the end chapter thing...major mix up, which has been fixed. Sorry once more! Really sorry! PPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEAAASSSSEEE forgive me!!!

Lathwen and her girls sat on their mounts, watching the sun come up. Since Glorfy and his gang had left the moment after Glorfindel had announced their departure, they had all decided to leave in the morning instead of noon. They were watching the sun come up one last time in the place they called home.

They had taken all of the food and drink and blankets in their cave, and had been sure to cover the back entrance with brambles and such in the hope that when they returned, it would be undisturbed. When...*if* really. If they decided to return and lead the lives of outlaw's in hiding.

They were going back to Imladris, in the hope that none of Glorfy's gang or the elf lord himself owuld find them. They hoped to remain there for a while. A year or two maybe. They wouldn't stop in Lorien or Fangorn on the way though...they'd ride right through the places they'd found friends at. It was easier that way.

Then again, saying goodbye was never easy. Manwathiel would of heard from Glorfindel about their departure and would most likely search all of Arda until she found them again. But Manwathiel would never betray their hiding place to anyone. Neither would Sarethiel.

The sun rose in a splash of purple, pink, and orange. An array of brilliant colors threaded through the sky, more beautiful a creation than any weaver could make.

"On to Imladris then m'girls'." Lathwen said in a sorrowful voice, and the group reluctantly turned and rode away. They didn't look back.


A/N: Hehe...there's more to come.