The End of All

Their horses hardly made a sound as they slowly made their way up. The day was dark, and snow was falling slightly. Steam went up from the forms of horses and riders alike.

Under the hoods of the riders were hidden Elvish faces. And one most treasured and fair rode in their midst.

Suddenly the first horse halted. It's rider whispered. The others drew their weapons, gathering around the fair lady in the group.

Shrieks claimed the night. And Redhorn claimed another victim.