Silence encompassed the night like a siren wrapping her hands around her latest victim. The sky shouldered frothy clouds in a sea of midnight blue and invisible stars. The clouds waded together in thick bunches, leaving trails of their wisps, like mud, behind them.

Small gusts of wind blew through her chestnut locks so that they framed her delicate face erraticaly. Her emerald eyes were transfixed into a plane of fear as she stood at the mouth of the Nithel Caves--the place where Master Túrien hid. She took a calculated step closer to the caves, her mind racing and hoping that he had managed to get away.

But what if he wasn't there? The doubt etched its way into her mind as she crept towards the cave, weaving vicious threads into her thoughts. No, I must not think that. Her senses became numb as she took a step deeper into the caves, the light of the moon her only torch.

She could feel Ammaráth's tiny heartbeat next to hers, thumping like the sickening war drums she heard. Booming their incessant beat that drove her to hate the war even more. She huddled him closer to her and began to sing quietly to him, an old folk song her mother used to sing for her every night.

And Whispering winds,
The sun will set.
Arise a new dawn,
the day's begun.

Come forth my child,
and sleep no more.
The birds all sing
their joyous song.

"We will find Lord Túrien, he is alive. I can feel it," she whispered to the dragon in her arms. Cooing softly at him and trying her best to ease his pain. He had only seemed to get worse since she had bandaged his legs, something was wrong--it ate at her heart as she looked at the baby dragon.

"Lady Eärwen, you are unharmed," came a sudden, joyful cry from in front of her. Within seconds she could feel the embrace of her friend and mentor.

"Master Túrien, I thought you were lost forever," she said happily, the tears plinking softly on Ammaráth's head.

She held Ammaráth up carefully and outstretched her arms to Túrien, to show him the baby dragon's wounds, "Lord Túrien, do you see what they have done to Ammaráth?" he voice became rigid with sorrow and laced with mindless frustration.

The baby dragon let out a pitiful whine and she cradled him gently. Rocking him back and forth like a mother and softly singing to him again, a small puff of smoke escaped from his mouth. Flames licked the edges of his teeth as he shivered slightly in the cool breeze.

"I am sorry my child. He insisted on staying behind. It is my fault I should have taken him."

"I will not let them get away with this," she said, her stark eyes boring into his; digging monumental ditches of anger and sadness, "They will pay for hurting us Master Túrien. For hurting my family, for killing my people, for causing so much destruction and war. All of it. They will not escape justice."