Interlude

Elron was cold. He was very cold. One minute he could feel his soul being ripped from his body, drifting towards the Shadowfell while his friends, his companions, were still fighting the big white dragon that had assaulted them moments earlier. Then all went bright, but he couldn't see, then dark, then quiet. Suddenly he heard a voice in his head:

Ytarj Quin Manac. Zsintak Vran Punark

and awoke even colder, in a world of hurt, with frozen earth in his mouth. He panicked and managed to claw his way up, out of the ground. As the suns rays hit his dirty frame, all he could think of was to get to Fallcrest. Why? He couldn't say. But to Fallcrest he went. For a week, he walked day and night, with only little sleep and no food but some frozen berries. To return to Fallcrest, finding his friends...