Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141212021751/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150115024718

Erkenbrine walked near Aragorn and Legolas as they walked through the ruined, once-great home of the Dwarves. Erkenbrine didn't like caves, as he was usually too tall for them. Plus, he preferred to have a view of the sky, and all the majestic stars. Instead he saw rocks. And more rocks. And more rocks...

Shortly later, the Fellowship was sitting at the crossroads, and Gandalf didn't remember the way. Gandalf was sitting speaking to Frodod, first about Gollum, then about destiny, and how we have to do what we can with the time that is given to us. But then, something even more interesting happened. Erkenbrine tapped Gandalf on the shoulder.

"Gollum isn't the only thing that is following us." He looked to a rock ledge far off. The ledge had absolutely no way to get to it, and yet crouching on the ledge was a creature. It was like nothing any of them had ever seen. It was clearly even taller than Erkenbrine, in fact considerably taller. It was also rather slender, with skinny arms and legs. Even with his Elven vision, Erkenbrine couldn't make out much. It seemed to composed of pure darkness, and it's eyes glowed, one purple, one orange. It emanated a feeling of incredible age and wisdom, and yet, it felt evil at the same time. It's eyes burned with a cold malignance.

Suddenly, in a burst of purple sparks, the creature was gone. Erkenbrine, however, was well and truly creeped out.