"Lets go!" Finrod said, with a playful smile! Quickly starting to climb the rock face, Finrod learned many things, good and bad during the Great War, and traversing complex terrain was certainly one of them, crossing through the mountains when the Dominion attack Burma near the end of the war. Remembering the sounds of battle, distracted Finrod, who slipped and fell a few feet, now embarrassed standing up quickly and beginning to climb once again. The Duo made the short climb, to the top, [i]Idiot... You have made this climb 100s of times... and you slip now?[/i] wincing slightly and holding his left arm, "I just need a second to sit" [i]Maybe she didnt think much of it[/i] "We are going just down there to the clearing" Finrod pointing down the gentle decline on the other side into the clearing, full of trees and bushes, river on one side, mountain face on the other, pure bliss and isolation, a small camp Finrod set up months back The river glistening in the coming moonlight [i]This is the only place I trust to be alone[/i]