WHO: Tuor, Idril, and Micha WHEN: Sunday afternoon WHERE: The wilds WHAT: Finding Idril WARNINGS: TBD
Tuor ran from the place where he had arrived in this strange place down the streets towards what appeared to be the thickest part of the woods nearby. He was driven and guided by something he knew not what, but he did not once doubt his direction. He did not question this at the moment - finding the lady and making sure she was free from danger was what was important at the moment. She was obviously ill, and needed help of some sort. He only hoped that he could find her before she injured herself.
Tall, lithe and in prime shape from his wanderings, he was more fit and about twenty pounds lighter than she knew him. He had not gone soft in Gondolin, but it was an easier life than he had known his whole life.
Racing through the forest, he felt that he was nearing her, although he was unsure how he could possibly know such a thing.