[color=00a651]"Do we actually know what we are doing? Perhaps it would be better to just leave?"[/color]

"My..."

The wizard saw the branches move. As Aelin played his instrument the leaves flickered as if sprinkled with dew, and he felt the roots move underneath their feet. Upon the bark of the trees then appeared burning ancient carvings that no one in Middle-Earth could any longer decipher, but their lines were not of mortal make. And neither was the song they then heard coming from the very earth and the water: a beautiful hymn of all living things it seemed. 

But the most peculiar thing was saved for the end: with the final tones a bright light shone between the bending trunks and a hiss of water was heard bursting from the ground high into the air. A warm mist then lay all about them. Only the pale blue carvings of old could be seen in front of them, forming an arching doorway glowing in the mist. 

The wizard, astounded, set his staff on fire, but it could not pierce the grey veil that hat fallen upon them. Only a lucent straight path was shown in front of them, leading forward under the radiant letters.

"Leave?! Not an option! On you go! All of you! Follow me!"

He went on along the path, leading them with his light. Then he came to a set of stone cut stairs leading down into a hall of stone, smooth-walled and narrow, with unlit lanterns on either side. He halted, peering into the darkness for a moment, and then moved on slowly. His foot touched the first step and the first set of lanterns sprang to life, much like those he had known in the house of the Lady of Lórien. A sense of safety came over him.

"It is safe, I reckon. So let us on!" 

With that, he went down.

[@Vas Khaleen][@Gate Keeper][@Azazaa][@Tombprince][@POOHEAD189]