It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
Huh! She tries to get a better look at what's straight ahead.
(The headache is annoying but it's nowhere near as bad as getting savaged by wolves the size of horses, let alone freezing slowly to death.)
Oh really. She can focus very, very well. Had to learn to, to survive as long as she did on the Ice. And now she's taking the slidey effect as a personal challenge.
And where did they get these prophecies? The Enemy tried selectively disseminating prophecies about Men in Valinor, before he started overtly fucking shit up. By the way, they've been to Valinor, long story, they're originally from another world, this place is ruled by Elwe, right, Finwe remembered him fondly until the day he died.
Okay, fine, they'll just go around. Can they at least give directions for avoiding this one valley, they've heard bad things about this one valley.
Yeah. Didn't seem very productive to try to argue them into letting us go through, though. I wish we didn't have to.
Which is also why we're not being wolves to go faster until we're sure we're out of sight of Doriath. Considering why they won't let us in.