Saron sat by the fire in the clearing quietly warming himself. He had been wandering these mountains for days and was hopelessly lost. The solitude was starting to get to him. He was seeing things, impossible things in the forest shadows. Eyes in tree bark opening and closing, fluttering wings in the edge of his vision that could not belong to any creature he had ever seen.
He shifted closer to the fire, contemplating his next move. Though he had spent much of his life outdoors, he had never actually been lost before and was totally unsure of how to proceed. He sighed loudly.
All the forest's noises stopped abruptly and he immediately regretted the sigh. He huddled closer to the comforting fire. A snapping twig had him sitting bolt upright, turning his head towards the sound. His hand in
